Thursday Night Meltdown June 12th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown June 12, 2008

Spring Tour 2008: The Road to Omega Effect IV
Honolulu, Hawaii
Blaisedell Arena (Capacity: 8, 000)

Schedule of Matches:
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Ross Lambert vs. Gary

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Chris Cooley vs. AC Evans

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Los Rojos vs. The Fashion Express - First Round Tag Team Title Tournament Match

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Jay Zero vs. Libertines - Do or Die Match

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Fallen Souls vs. Danny Mainer

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[BK London]

Segment: Trouble in Paradise (Credit: BK London)

There's no pyro or no shot of screaming fans at the start of this Meltdown, the conventional method has been thrown out the window. Instead, we are treated to the sounds of "Reds Fan" by Freekbass.

The former Entertainment Champion bursts through the curtain to much support from the Hawaiian crowd, with a lei around his neck. And while he doesn't have his beautiful wife Mrs. Red on his arm, we know for sure that he got lei'd tonight. All bad jokes aside, Mr. Red looks to be coming out to cut a promo concerning his First Round Tag Team Title Tournament Match later this evening. However, he doesn't see the danger looming behind him.

Without any warning, out comes BK London from behind the curtain with a running forearm to the back of Red's head. Instant heat for the former ACW Champion as he now picks up the former two time Entertianment Champion and rams him head first into the steel ACW set. Red's head ricochet's off the huge digitial letters that say "Thursday Night Meltdown", before falling to the ground - but BK London is far from over. It's a very impactful Revolver that takes Red out of the game completely, and onto the steel grating that is the Monday Night Warfare stage.

Mr. Red lays motionless at the top of the stage and BK London now removes the lei from around the neck of Mr. Red, and places it around his. With a renewed confidence, he now struts down to the ring as if he were the cock of the walk. All eight thousand fans in the Blaisedell arena boo the former ACW Champion as he continues down the ring, and hops up onto the apron.

He slowly steps into the ring and without even posing for the fans, he demands a mic from Phillip. Phillip hands it over, and now BK demands him to get the hell out of his ring so he can speak.

BK London: ...oh, Red? Good luck in your match tonight, I'm sure you'll do fine. Here’s a tip for next time, don’t decide to cut into my ring time.

Red can barely hear him over the ringing in his ears from being slammed on the steel grating, he's now being carried out by referees and other officials from the back, and BK London gives him a nice wave goodbye. A small chuckle follows before he returns his attention back to the fans tonight - who are booing so loudly it's almost hard to hear what he's saying.

BK London: Now, I'm sure I have a lot of explaining to do concerning what happened on Monday Night Warfare - BUT, I think it would go a lot smoother if I invited someone to come down to the ring with me. So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I want everyone to give a nice hearty ACW welcome to - Stephan Russo!

"Gamer's Theme" echoes throughout the arena, and the cheap titantron with the constant loop of Stephan Russo raising BK London's hand at the end of Warfare plays with the cheap alternative rock music. He isn't welcomed with opened arms by the crowd, as he shouldn't be, and he slowly makes his way to the ring. Upon entering the ring, BK London opens his arms and Russo opens his arms and they both embrace with a hug in the center of the ring. It's not quite Vickie-Edge, but it's not exactly a sight to see. The music eventually dies down, and we get back to business.

BK London: On Warfare, after waiting 2 long weeks, after getting note after note after note - I finally stood face to face with the man who was behind it all. The man, who saw the same vision as me, the man who understood what I was going through and offered to be a support to me, and that man is MY NEW AGENT - Stephan Russo!

Russo raises his arms in triumph, but he doesn't get any love from this Honolulu crowd.

BK London: Now, since Monday - the question seems to be "Why BK London?", "Why would you turn your back on ACW? The company that built you to be who you are today? Why? Why? WHY?" And I don't think any other man could explain this better than, this man standing next to me. So Russ? Would you do the honors?

Russo mouths "with pleasure", and BK London hands the mic over to his newly announced agent.

Stephan Russo: You see ladies and gentlemen, for the past 4 years - since the death of GFWWE - I have busy with other side projects. This includes everything from video game designing, to marketing, to helping produce on certain television shows - but while I have done all of this, I never kept my eye off ACW. For the past 4 years since ACW started and my dreams went down the drain, I have been tuning in every Monday and Thursday - and occasionally Saturday or Tuesday or whenever you decide to air Fallout, and I've been watching the wrestlers that I created be used for success by Chairman Gingerdude. Wrestlers like...Victor Laureano...

Pop.

Stephan Russo: ...like The Senator....

Mixed reaction.

Stephan Russo: ...like Alicia Kitsune...

Humungous Pop.

Stephan Russo: ...like Jake Cheng...

Cricket chirps.

Stephan Russo: ...all of these break out stars that became World Champion in ACW, have been molded by me. Without me, they would be nothing - and this fed would be nothing. They all left me in the Spring of '04, with other big name talents, for this company - leaving me high, dry, and bankrupt. For years, I attempted to get back on my feet with other wrestling feds - but they could never seem to get off their feet. I blamed the loss of my success squarely on Chairman Gingerdude! The man who STOLE my talent. The man who STOLE my dream. Upon watching recently, I saw the same thing happening to another young prospect of mine - BK London. I always knew back in GFWWE that BK London had potential to become something big, and that's what he became. He became the most accomplished wrestler in ACW to DATE. I saw him over the past two years or so put on the best matches I've ever seen against worthy opponents, and was he appreciated for this? No.

Stephan Russo no positions himself next to BK London and points at him while looking at the crowd.

Stephan Russo: This man - THIS man - has not only been pushed out the main event scene in ACW, but the World Title scene. And for what? People like Sarin and Fallen Souls - BOTH, who are nowhere NEAR ACW Title material. Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand here tonight showing you a man who has been robbed out his dream to be the best. Being the best means being the ACW Champion to him, and he has yet to get a fair opportunity for the belt. And why isn't he? So ACW can pull in ratings. Does Gingerdude KNOW that highest rated ACW shows where when BK London were champion? I vowed to save this man's career - and he has trust me with it, which is another reason I admire him.

BK London asks Russo for the mic, and Russo wastes no time handing it over.

BK London: A really moving speech there Russ, but you forgot about the biggest injustice of them all. The injustice by you fans...

Massive heat from the ACW fans.

BK London: Oh don't act like you don't know! You people hopped on the gravy train with Fallen Souls, Sarin, Aiden Joesph and all of the other crap that Gingerdude forced down your throats. You people, the fans, are more devoted to "order" than to justice. With Aiden and Sarin as champion, you people followed their every move - you people wanted to be like them - you wanted a sip of the kool aid that they drinked. You loved them as champion, but did anyone stop to say to themselves ..."where's BK London's title shot? Hell - did anyone ask "where's Adrian Flamingo's title shot?". We stole the show on multiple occasions, yet....yet...we were pushed out he way for contenders such as...

BK London lightly chuckles to himself, not spontaneous - but forced.

BK London: ...such as Nick Durden, Jonny Hughes, Dan White, and Sarin. You people were suckered into believeing they were credible contenders - that mediocrity was excellence - that you didn't even stop to think...what did they do to deserve this title shot? Did they win a match? Did they throw 29 other people over the top rope? Did they put on a good match?....no. It's easy to blame Gingerdude for all the shit that's gone down in ACW, but it's just as much your fault as it is his for not speaking out. ACW, I'm tired of the way I've been treated. I've been treated like a second rate jackass in a fed I helped create. And for that? Everyone will pay. Whether they like it or not, whether they believe they were a cause or not, EVERYONE will pay. This is just he beginning of the end ACW...

Another chuckle to himself, this one not so forced.

BK London: ...this is your Omega Effect.

Dropping the mic, "Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco - BK London's new theme - sounds throughout the arena to massive heat from the fans in Hawaii. Both BK London and Russo exit the ring together, making their way up the ramp and not turning their eyes back to the fans. They simply return behind the curtain, as this segment fades out.

[BK London]

Let This Be the Last Song (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)

As the cameras opened up to Adrian Flamingo's locker room, they weren't opening up to Adrian's locker room in Haiwaii, but the one he had while in Japan. There wouldn't be an ACW locker room for Adrian Flamingo in Haiwaii, or anywhere else for that matter. In the background, the sounds of BK London and Chairman Gingerdude echoed through the hallways of the Tokyo Dome but Adrian was still deaf as he staggered into his room. With little emotion, Adrian began shoving his belongings in his suitcase, his packing would be interrupted by his old lackey, Kevin “the Internet” Anderson.

Kevin Anderson: Hey... Adrian, do you care if I ask you a few questions?

Adrian didn't say anything, but sat down on a bench facing the camera. Kevin took this as a yes and turned to address the camera

Kevin Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, Kevin “the Internet” Anderson here just moments after former ACW World champion BK London defeated Adrian Flamingo in a Loser Leaves ACW match. Point blank, Adrian, did you underestimate BK London walking in here tonight?

Adrian remained silent and emotionless for a few moments before a small smirk stretched across his grizzled mug.

Adrian Flamingo: Did I underestimate, BK London? No... for a good portion there... I had his number more than I ever had it before. He let himself get psyched out at first, Kev. He let the nerves and the butterfly get to him... and I took advantage of it. I was going to put him out, I was going to make him suffer... and then, BK London became BK London. He shook off the cobwebs and he came at me like only a true World Champion could. You know, I always heard about how tough and fierce BK London was back when ACW first got off the ground... I'm glad I got to finally see that side of him before this whole thing ended. BK London was the better man tonight, simple as that.

Adrian's newfound humbleness caught Kevin off guard, but a coy smile appeared on his face as he put an arm around his former boss.

Kevin Anderson: Well if I know Adrian Flamingo as much as I do, there's gotta be a plan now. There HAS to be a back-up plan... so what now, Addie?

Adrian Flamingo: Now? I go home. There aren't any more plans... no more schemes... just home. I told the world that I had nothing to lose tonight and I was telling the truth. I have no legacies here in ACW... no great title victories... no moment where the world could look up at me and say “He made it!” When I came to ACW back when people used to say I was astonishing, I only had one goal... prove the world that I am the best professional wrestler in the company. Now, maybe I made a few mistakes along the way, hell, maybe I dropped the ball on some personal things and some professional things... but I'm going home. I used to say that I hadn't been given an opportunity to prove myself... but I did tonight and I couldn't get the job done. It's heartbreaking in a sense that a scrappy little kid could bust his ass, work as hard as I've had to, come so close to the top... and have nothing to show for it.

Adrian cleared his throat as his face remained stone cold, however his eyes told a different story. A deep sadness hit Adrian's blue eyes like a tidal wave as his eyes started to water up, but Adrian didn't cry. He had nothing to cry about, all he had was the same nothing he's carried during his tenure in ACW.

Adrian Flamingo: BK London, you alluded to Adrian Flamingo being a virus in ACW that needed to be cured. Well, you did it, BK. You removed me from this company like the cancerous cyst I am... but your fight isn't over. In a lot of ways, we are more alike than either of us would ever dream to acknowledge... two egotistical peas in a narcissistic pod. We both value our in-ring performance over anything else... our work ethic is stronger than stone and self-discipline is the glue that keeps us together. We're not performers... we aren't sports enter-fucking-tainers... we're wrestlers. Well, now there is one less of us here and now you have to face the rest of the roster. Men and women who don't give a damn about this art form, this craft that we've both bled and sacrificed for. Men and women who value the world title as a fashion accessory rather than the measuring stick of greatness. Be careful what you wish for, BK, because now I'm gone and now you represent the professional wrestlers in a “sports entertainment” world. You've gotta be vicious enough to go for the throat at the slightest opportunity. You've gotta fight tooth and nail for every scrap you can get. Now I'm heading home because I'm exhausted... but your fight has just started, BK. I hope your vicious streak stays alive and you go for the kill just as I would have. I hope you're up to the task.

Adrian stood up from the bench and Kevin, rain his fingers through his hair, and let out a small giggle that steadily turned into a loud, boisterous laugh. Right now he could here BK London putting the screws to Gingerdude and ACW, and Adrian could feel a tinge of pride in his heart, but that was all. This was part of no plan or even something Adrian could sense coming. In all honesty, he didn't no the “Golden Child” had it in him. Regardless, BK London or ACW wasn't his prerogative anymore.

So, Adrian stepped out of his locker room, bags in hand, into a sea of scrambling ACW crew members, roster members, and officials all of which were rushing to a monitor to see what was going on in the middle of the ring. Adrian slowly moved through them without a care in the world, a burden had been lifted off of his chest. As he pushed towards the back door, the camera crew followed him as he pondered just how long a flight to the Californian coastline would take and if his drunk uncle would be waiting for him like he promised. Adrian opened the back door, looked back at the camera man, and smiled one last time before slipping out of the Tokyo Dome and out of Alpha Championship Wrestling.

[BK London]

My Time is Now!
Part 5: Hate Leads To Anger...
Credit: Jake Cheng

I got so close...again. My fingers scrapped up against the metal, it was within my grasps. Damnit! Although my knuckles hurt from just punching a table, the pain of the loss from Monday is much greater. I used to be an ACW World Heavyweight Champion! How can I not beat Dan White or Danny Mainer? I have more gold than them put together. Several times over even! Why can’t I win a simple match! Ok, now my knuckles hurt more...

Kirsten: Jake, you really need to calm down. It’s been three days.

Jake: ...

Kirsten: And besides, you have another shot in a couple of weeks. I mean, all you have done over the past couple of days is-

Blah blah blah. After casually walk up to Kirsten, I move in for a kiss in the middle of her speech. She is taken back and starts to get into it. When we are finished, I smile and she smiles back. I leave the room without another word, going out into the very very hot air of Honolulu, Hawaii.

At least I am a smart angry person. Seeing as my right hand is now swelling along with my heart beat, lets not hit something with my right hand. It’s elementary really. So I kick the water cooler top right off the base with a high roundhouse kick. Water spills everywhere and I feel a little bit better.

Kirsten: Jake, get your ass back in here.

Damn, she’s too smart. Hanging my head in shame, I walk back into the locker room to see Kirsten in a bikini with those big lensed sunglasses over her eyes and a towel over her shoulder.

Kirsten: Get ready, we’re going to the beach.

Fade

[BK London]

Title: How Wrong You Are (Credit: A.C. Evans)

Steps are heard and we are taken to the a light filled room. The walls in this room are painted white and we hear the steps continue. There seems to be a figure who has stopped in the distance. We cannot see his face, but only the shape of his body. He seems to have his back turned towards the camera and it's about this time that we realize that this person is A.C. Evans. He's been away for quite some time now, but he still looks the exact same. He is wearing a white collared shirt, with white jeans. It's almost as if it was his attempt to blend into the room. He is wearing a black studded belt as well. We hear him beginning to speak.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] Well, if I were to stay it feels great to speak to you heathens again, but I would be lying.

He continues to pace around in a direct line. It's almost as if A.C. Evans is etching his footprints in that one line. He continues to trace his steps, but still not showing his face.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] You, as society, have come to a great realization over the past fifty years. I do not consider myself to be in conjunction with such people. You have developed the ideology of "If It Feels Good, Do It." You have developed this ideology so that you can have the excuse to indulge yourself in your humanly sins. You've developed this thought system so that when someone questions why you commit these grave injustices, you've got a response for them. You really just are sheep now. Now that this belief has taken control of every single aspect of your life. Every part of your life is run by this single belief. One of the biggest perpetrators of this is one Chris Cooley.

A.C. Evans does not stop walking. He continues on his path that he has made for himself.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] You say that you are the youth gone wild, Cooley. You are the epitome of what is exactly wrong with this society. You believe that your life of alcohol is right and acceptable. You are not at fault for this belief. It's just that no one in your life has ever had the fortitude to tell you this is wrong. You believe that being a "cowboy" and partying is the greatest way of life. I'll let you in on a secret, Christopher. You're life is going at such a pace that destroys lives. I will help you rebuild your life soon. You do not like people telling you how to live your life. I am not one of these people. I am the man who is making you live your life the way I dictate. Either by force, or by those who are willing.

He stops, and holds his back towards the camera. It's easy to see that his face is pointing towards the ground, not allowing us to even catch a glimpse of his face yet.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] You, Chris Cooley, are in for an awakening. You've lived this wretched lifestyle for the longest time. It's time that somebody tells you that it's wrong. It's time that somebody puts a stop to this debauchery that you are committing. Children look up to us as entertainers and you spoil their minds with your filth. It's time for the children's minds to be wiped clean of men like you. It's time for an extermination of vermin like you. Christopher Cooley, it's time that you grow up and face the fact that you will forever reamin a loser. Chris, it's time that you..open your eyes.

The scene fades to black...

[BK London]

Segment: Far East of Eden (Credit: FSX)

Tokyo, Japan
6/9/08
Following the Kudo vs. FSX contest...

Can you feel the presence of unrivaled paradise of in the distance? Without much doubt you can, even if you have trouble realizing it at times. Through all the troubles that you might experience it's quite hard to believe that a slice of heaven is awaiting you at any given moment, but many would testify to the fact it is. Only when you begin to clear your head of all the worries that constantly find themselves plaguing it, and escape the troubles that you happen to face each passing day will you truly be able to reach it. That, or you can suffer a severe concussion and have to be immediately transported to a nearby hospital. Either way it tends to usually be one or the other, and this time around it seems that we will be going with the head trauma route. If you would take a single moment to think back to the incredibly awesome Anniversary show that just passed us by, you may recall that Kudo left a possibly unconscious FSX in the ring as he left. Turns out that no real number of filler segments would be enough to stop the cold realization that Fallen may in fact be badly injured from his match, and he wasn't able to return to his senses in the ring. Following a period he was assisted to the back, there was one man awaiting his arrival with a trademark smile on his face. One would go as far to expect that everything was planned to occur the way it did, and the injury was no accident..but that seems just a bit excessive, doesn't it? Not for our loving Chairman.

Ginger: What seems to be the problem here? Why, there hasn't been a fateful accident, has there?

It's impossible to believe that Kudo would go so far as to attack with an angry zeal for a purpose beyond achieving his own victory, but Ginger has been known to buy off the biggest names in the business in the past in order to get his way. This wouldn't be anything new..but still, it remains something very hard to swallow. The look on the face of Kudo as he left and the general respect that he showed for Fallen in defeat implies this isn't the case. Perhaps it's simply a fateful coincidence, but Fallen doesn't appear able to provide an answer for the moment.

Paramedic #1: It seems that he's taken quite a few shots to the head that were particularly stiff. He's really at a loss right now, and could really be broken up.

Ginger: Oh? What horrible news that happens to be. It's unfortunate that Fallen wasn't properly prepared for someone as ruthless as Kudo Yasuda. Perhaps he could of saw this all coming if his mind wasn't on the risk of his career coming up.

Smirking slyly to himself as he takes a moment to turn away from the view of the Paramedics, Ginger can be heard laughing softly to himself at the result of all of this so far. Maybe he hadn't gone out of his way to pay Kudo an additional fee to do all of this to Fallen, but anyone could of saw it coming. That man is a beast who has no problem destroying a man with ease! It was all so perfect...How could this night possibly go better? Turning back to face those that were still paying a very close attention to Fallen's vital signs and constantly making sure that he didn't drift out of consciousness, his eyes seemed to focus for a single moment on the cheery form of the Chairman, and a look of disgust quickly grew on the face of our number one contender...

Paramedic #2: Yeah, we should get him to a hospital soon. He could die if we don't hurry......But wasn't that an awesome match?! I mean, my god! I never thought I'd get to see Kudo perform in the ring ever again, let alone live! He was amazing too! I can't believe that he doesn't just return for good! The man is freaking incredible! There's no one better in the world!

Paramedic #1: I know! That guy is so awesome, I can't believe that I might never get to see him go at it again in the ring! He hasn't lost a single step in the past year, and he'll only get better if he keeps at it from now! Can you imagine if he got any better then he is now?! Unbelievably amazing!

FSX: Did...didn't you guys just say I could die? Can we maybe focus on that for now..?

The discussion of two helpless fans immediately screeched to a halt upon the voice of their patient finally ringing through their ears, Fallen constantly shifting and moving his head as his eyes don't appear able to focus on a single thing around them. Winching and grimacing on occasion as his head almost visibly pounds from the pain he was experiencing at the moment, mumbling those simple words a moment earlier appear to of sapped him of a good bit of his energy. That just can't be a good sign, and Ginger simply couldn't be more thrilled!

Ginger: You know, he has a point! If we just let him die then there wouldn't be anyone to lose horribly to Sarin at Omega Effect, and I'd have to replace him with someone that would likely make a good bit of money for the company! Perhaps the winner of the match later on tonight between Flamingo and London! That would make a good bit of sense!

Paramedic #1: It almost sounds like you want the guy to die or something.

Paramedic #2: Yeah....I might not know him personally or anything, but it seems he's made his intention clear on living to see another day.

Both men appeared to see quite a bit of dishonesty and mean spirit in the words of the Chairman, and as they had a good look at one another it was quite obvious they weren't dealing with a man of much integrity. Regardless of the obvious, they had no choice but to go ahead with the orders that he had already given to them earlier on, and await his command. Perhaps in truth this was all some kind of devious scheme to delay their departure however, as when Ginger turned to reply to their inquiry it was quite clear he was attempting to delay as much as he possibly could...

Ginger: It's all hypothetical! Besides, in the state he's in right now there isn't a chance that he could possibly wrestle for the next few weeks. If anything I'll have no choice but to automatically remove him from the Main Event regardless! It's really too bad, but oh well. I think the company might just have what it takes to survive through this.

FSX: No....that's...stupid. I'm gonna fight...I gotta fight...I'm the man who does the fighting, and without me you'd of never even been born! If my hot sauce battle tactics aren't allowed to showcase their super abilities, then Omega Effect with just suck...I'll make it their, or my name isn't Bernard!

Paramedic #1: Uh...I'm quite sure that none of that made any sense, and that you might of just lost your mind after taking that many shots to the head.

The slurred and disheveled sentence of the number one contender couldn't be viewed as a good sign, because despite the fact he may often put forth the image that he's clinically insane and his common sense should be questioned more often then not he wasn't one to make sure a disjointed comment. In fact, he usually had some sort of bizarre and classic finish to each of his insane rants that gave them the slightest hint of logic and possible intelligence. This one, however...? No...it was quite obvious that something was wrong, and the Paramedics appeared to be growing quite alarmed with the situation as they began to take a better hold of him and begin to make their way through the backstage area. It seems they have had enough of this nonsense as well, and have finally come to the logical conclusion that they should be focused on getting him the help he needs quite swiftly! Unfortunately, Ginger remained close on their heels. He wasn't quite done with the two of them just yet...no..that would ruin his fun!

Paramedic #2: If we get him to the hospital soon he should still be fine though, so there isn't a reason to worry. He's just a bit dazed and confused for the moment, and he should be fine within the week.

Ginger: Well, I'll just hope for the worst and let you guys do your jobs then. I've got better things to do then wait around for him to die right now anyway! There is still alot to dealt with, and I've got a contract to finalize!

Though many might find it a bit odd that Ginger would simply give up with an underhanded comment such as that, perhaps they don't understand the broken mind that is Fallen Souls. Upon hearing the mere mention of his own demise it seems to have revived his senses for the moment, but for no reason that could possibly be seen as worthwhile. As Ginger quickly disappears into the shadows with a notable smile of victory upon his face, a confused Fallen begins to struggle against the men who are actually trying to seek him help, beginning to misinterpret the situation entirely.

FSX: Wait...did he just say wait around for me to die? I thought we agreed that you guys would make sure I lived! That was the deal!!

Paramedic #1: He doesn't even know what he's talking about anymore! Just put him out for the moment and see if he's any better at the hospital.

FSX: Put me out...? Of my misery?! No, I'm still good! I don't wanna die! Help! Murderers are trying to..uh...murder me! NOOOOOOOOO!

Groaning and letting out the softest of whimpers as he has fallen into a fantasy world into which his life is being placed on the line by the psychopaths that have captured him, Fallen does all he can to fight against the overwhelming power of the two men as they work him into the back of the ambulance. He wasn't about to go down and fade to death without a fight, and no idiots in suits were going to kill him! No...that right was reserved for the resurrection of Hunter's career! But despite his valiant struggles and his frightful murmuring it soon became clear that in his current state he didn't hold a chance of properly defending himself, and it wasn't long before the two inept Paramedics had managed to drug him. Despite all the obvious flaws and things wrong with the fact they just put out a man afraid for his life who may of just suffered rehabilitating head trauma, there seemed to be a relaxed expression upon the two after doing so. Was this all a part of some master plan? Would Ginger succeed in causing the death of the valiant and handsome Fallen Souls before the night is through?! Only time will tell, but what drama awaits us next time on..uh..ACW? Find out after this commercial!

Fade to Commercial.

[BK London]

Match 1: Ross Lambert vs. Gary (Credit: Mainer)


The camera flicks from the last scene until now where it’s in the arena where the Hawaiian fans are buzzing with delight at the prospect of being at an Alpha Championship Wrestling tour. With the road to Omega Effect culminating in 4 shows, things are looking to be better then ever for Pro-Wrestlings finest show and now. The bell rings signalling for the first match, the audience dims quiet and as the camera flicks to the ring you can see ACW’s resident jobber, Gary stood dead-centre in the ring in plain black tights and boots. The Hawaiian fans are already breaking out with “GA-REE!” chants which brings a beaming smile to the childish wonders face.

Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL with a 20-minute time limit and is tonight’s opening contest! Introducing first… from somewhere backstage… GAAAAAAARRRRRRRRYYYYYYY!!!

McNally: Well, I gotta’ say. This is going to be a great show tonight, but I can’t see this match ending well for our poor Gary. He’s facing off against Ross Lambert who hasn’t competed for around about 6 months and has a lot of aggression built up as consequence.

Edison: You’re right Maxwell, the thing about Ross Lambert is though no matter how much of a jackass he is or how badly he gets hurt HE WILL come out and fight. He’s the kind of man who would jump in front of a car if someone said he wouldn’t.

McNally: Well you’re right, he is a proud man and speaking of cars. He was given bruised ribs after being blasted by a Mitsubishi Lancer in Australia a week ago following an attack on James Murphy that went awry. Ross is the ultimate opportunist and he will capitalize on any bone he is thrown. Ruthless and aggressive though, he won’t hesitate to break your neck if you step in the way of his goals.

Edison: I guess, now, James and Ross have had some history here already in ACW and it looks like they’re going to war at Omega Effect IV. Ross and James both have history in the GWF and well they didn’t like each other to begin with but with recent events I think it’s fair to say that they hate each other now.

McNally: Good point… bu-

As Gary prepares to face a tough challenge here tonight though, instead of McNally finishing his sentence, “Ocean Planet” by Gojira hits as the crowd thunder with cheers in approval as James Murphy steps out of the curtain to even more delight from the crowd. He swaggers out in a fine black Armani suit, obviously not dressed to compete. Gary pulls a twisted face of confusion plunging a finger into his ear and twisting it out.

McNally: Well this is odd, I wonder why James is out here!

Edison: We’ll find out in a few seconds, but he ain’t here to wrestle. That’s a damn nice suit he’s wearing.

James on arrival of the ring does not climb up the apron, instead walking around it towards the commentary table as his Death Metal theme song blasts out the speakers. He shuffles past McNally’s chair and sits between them before donning a head-set as his music dies down. McNally and Edison smile as James joins them.

James: Good evening gentlemen.[/I]

McNally: Hello there Mr. Murphy, come to commentate with us?

James: Well no, I’m here to scout Ross before Omega Effect, but coming out to do commentary was the only way they’d let me out here so here I am.[/I]

Edison: Awesome!

However, suddenly though. The lights dim down low and not much can be seen throughout the arena as no music plays. The crowd chatter excitedly as a close-up of the entree's face is shown with a classic Ross Lambert grimace up on the screen. The lights start to tint red as Ross can be seen mouthing the lyrics to his theme song on the alpha-tron to massive heat from the crowd, chants of hatred raining down on The World Detonator.

We're all livng in Amerika! Amerika!

IST WUNDERBAAAR!

We're all living in Amerika!

AMERIKA!

AMERIKAAAAAAAAA!

Then, on the screen clips are shown of Ross Lambert standing atop a pile of broken bodies with a flaming flag held high blowing in the wind despite the desperate fires, which singe the edges of the cloth. A look of sheer intensity is portrayed on his face as he holds up the flag with one hand. The crowd boo loudly as the main music kicks in and a lightning fast clip show sees the viewers treated to 5-second blasts of some of the moves Ross hits. A powerslam here, Crippling Losses there, it's all good.

Finally on the second "Ist Wunderbar!", Ross steps out of the curtain to roaring disapproval from the audience. Heckled from the nanosecond he is visible he relishes in the glory of being the destructive hate-machine that he is. He walks out of the curtain in his black battlesuit with a green battle axe attire, which fits his dark image perfectly. He without a thought about what the audience cares about does a one-arm raised walk down the entrance ramp as the hate continues to rain down on him. "You Suck!" chants are in abundance as Ross heads up to the mat surrounding the ring. He hops up the corner and lands kneeling on the apron before climbing underneath the bottom rope.

Phillip Jones: And from Temecula… California, weighing 294 pounds… he is the WOOOOOOOORLD Detonator… ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSS LAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMBEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRT!!!!

Ross then walks centre of the ring spreading his arms with his fists clenched and his legs spread in the Jericho pose. He then brings both of his arms together while slowly uncurling his fingers until both of his hands are out signalling everyone watching to stop what they're doing. Ross then breaks this pose and takes up his corner and waits for the bell to ring staring holes into Gary. Gary looks hesitant to begin the battle. Ross doesn’t even bother glancing at James Murphy, he’s well aware that he is there but he doesn’t actually care.

Edison: Well, James, he hasn’t even noticed you! He’s focused on his come-back match, for damn certain!

James: Oh believe me, he has noticed. He’s just trying to get in to my head. Failing, but trying.[/I]

The bell has rung so here we go. Gary and Ross stare at each other, Ross is calculating Gary by examining all his limbs, using all of the information he has obtained. He is working how much pressure it would be to snap his arm or how many strikes to the head it’d be to KO him. Ross has totted up the results and has come back with one answer, “Not much”. A sly grin spreads across Ross’s lips, as Gary seems slightly confused by it all.

McNally: Well, the bell has been rung and Ross is just trying to work out a plan for Gary. Judging by that twisted grin on his face, I’m willing to bet he has it.

James: Well you know Ross just as well as I do, he’s a sly bastard. He’s got a plan for everyone and everything.[/I]

Ross walks out to the centre of the ring in a businessman like, serious way. With no malice in his eye he stands centre in the ring with his hand stretched out, fingers fanned, confusing the fans somewhat. The crowd boo loudly at Ross’s invitation and sign of respect. Gary walks towards the centre of the ring to meet Ross with a bewildered look on his face. Ross can barely contain his laughter as his twisted plan starts to formulate. Gary then stops about half a metre away from Ross and listens to the ever-increasing booing from the audience. Gary looks around the audience, the crowd cheer now as he’s stopped his advances, Gary extends his hand out to meet Ross’s gauging the crowds reaction. Booing again gratifies him.

McNally: Well the crowd are trying to help out Gary here, I guess!

James: It’s different, I like that.

A big grin appears on Gary’s face as he extends the hand out to Ross, his patience being tried somewhat by the potentially ADD stricken superstar. The crowd boo loudly as Gary finally looks to shake his hand, but instead of being greeted with a gentlemens sign of respect, Gary delivers a VICIOUS backhand slap to the cheeks of Ross. Ross is taken completely by surprise as the crowd cheers in unison for this move. He turns 90 degrees and hunches over clutching his face. Gary following up this offence follows in with powerful fore-arms to the neck and back trying to whittle Ross to the floor.

McNally: YES! Wowzerz! That was a shot for the ages!

James: Haha, I’ll have to wind Ross up about getting backhanded by someone with the mind of an 8-year old.

Edison: I felt that slap from here, now look at him following up!

Gary is fighting solely for the fans. He with repeated fore-arms manages to push Ross Lambert back to his corner. He then starts punch Ross repeatedly in the face. Ross stood in the corner getting hammered on by ACW’s finest jobber tries his best to recover. Ross covers up his face so Gary starts with the gut-shot. Gary then gets cocky and attempts an early high-power move as chants for Gary bust out everywhere only fuelling his strikes. Gary climbs up to the second rope preparing for the 10-punch but Ross capitalizing on climbing time pushes Gary back off the ropes. Gary lands on his feet but he becomes victim of a belter of a knife-edge chop. Gary twists and turns hunching over to clutch his now throbbing chest as Ross grips onto the ropes with a twisted grin.

McNally: THAT was painful to watch! Such force, you could hear the wind-whistling from that!

Edison: Wow!

McNally: Ross has been disrespected and now he has control back he WILL make Gary suffer. While we’re here, James, how’s your first month in ACW been?

James: Well, in truth. I don’t feel I’ve “started” ACW yet so to speak. I’m still packing away all the old memories from GWF. Until I’ve put Ross away in a box and stuffed in my career closet, I won’t be able to move on.

Edison: Ladies, we’re calling a wrestling match here.

[BK London]

Gary straights up and turns around to face his behemoth Anti-America opponent only to be cut down by a clothesline. Ross and Gary both hit the mat with a great deal of impact and Gary feels as if his brain is in a tumble-dryer. Now, Ross pushing himself up to one knee takes Gary by the wrist and starts to drag him out of the corner and centre of the ring. He grabs a lock of his heavily gelled hair and yanks him up to his before hooking Gary between his leg and around his neck twisting him into the cross-body position. He then drops Gary onto his knee with bone-crunching effect delivering the first of a series of rib-breakers. Lift-up, and another rib-breaker follows. Ross then hoists him up as high as he can pushing his undamaged hip into his own face practically before delivering a release Rib-Breaker forcing Gary to yell out in pain. Gary rolls onto his back and moans in pain as Ross drops to one knee putting his index and middle finger on his neck, checking his pulse mockingly.

James: See, Ross is incredibly predictable. He delivers a quick, high-powered stunning strike and then delivers a high-powered throw. It’s such a predictable style and incredibly easy to counter out of. Next comes some sort of unique, crazy submission which is about as breakable as a china vase but hurts like Hell.

McNally: Well, we’ll see won’t we?

Complying exactly to James’ extensive research, Ross gets up and grabs Gary by his ankle lifting his leg up before grabbing his wrist, both on the rib-breaker side. He then places a boot on the exact spot where he slammed his knee into his hip before starting to wrench the hip of Gary. Gary barks and yells as he’s being essentially bent by the hips. Ross smiles maniacally as he starts to twist his boot into Gary spreading the pain area. After a few seconds of struggling though Gary manages to roll onto his right slipping off of the painful boot vice. Complying with this he lets go of the ankle and wrist as Gary squeals in pain.

Edison: Well that was a textbook prediction. You’ve really learnt your stuff huh?

James: Once you’ve seen a Ross Lambert match, you’ve seen them all.

McNally: I’m sure Ross would beg to differ. Anywhoo, after you face Ross, win lose or draw what’re your future plans?

James: I really have absolutely no idea. Obviously after I beat Ross I’m going to go after a title, the world title is the ultimate dream but realistically, the Entertainment Title is my main target for the moment.

McNally: Thunder Train is a tough cookie though. You think you can take him?

James: He’s a meat-head, I can take him down, no-sweat.

Ross, as if he can hear what James is saying takes on board the statement of “Once you’ve seen one Ross Lambert match you’ve seen them all”, decides to take that ball and burst it. Ross drags the wounded Gary by his ankle, seemingly effortlessly towards the nearest turnbuckle. He then rolls Gary into the recovery position on his left side with his back towards the turnbuckle. Ross then lets go of the poor kid and climbs through the middle-rope out onto the apron as the heel-heat rolls throughout the audience. Ross swaggers casually, sauntering across the apron as if he owns it before climbing up the turnbuckle. He perches along the top turnbuckle as if he was some sort of hawk, Gary not having moved an inch. Ross then stands up straight and with no grace, style or glory just steps off landing in a double foot stomp on Gary’s wounded hip driving all 294 pounds into him. Gary squawks as he feels like a pneumatic drill has just hit him.

James: Wow, that was new.

James sarcastically purrs, seemingly bored with this match already.

McNally; Granted, Ross isn’t flashy but he IS twisted and he IS messy. He’s like a shotgun, cack at distance but unbelievably effective in your face.

James: He’s beating up a kid, he has yet to do anything that impressed me.

Again as if working on command of James, Ross picks up Gary and steps back. Gary drops to one knee nursing his right hip as the burning sensation causes him to yell in pain again. Ross however is unmerciful. He grabs Gary by his hair yanking him up to his feet. A painful hip is a lot better then the alternative he’s about to receive. Gary is suddenly the victim of an elbow to the face causing yet another yell of pain. Groaning Gary tries to wake himself up from the stunning strike but he out of absolutely nowhere flips Gary into a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Gary now rolls around the floor in pain but not given a moment to breath, Ross is straight in with a further attack.

James: See, he knows exactly what we’re saying and he’s trying to impress me. That was a relatively nice move.

Ross however is focusing now on beating the crap out of this opponent. Ross grabs Gary and thrusts his head between his legs, Piledriver position. He then hoists him up but instead of holding up for the powerbomb he allows to slide down the back, holding him by his arms. Ross with him now in the Crucifix position slams him down centre of the ring with an absolutely, no-holds barred Crucifix Powerbomb. Gary doesn’t yell though as he’s practically knocked unconscious from this car-wreck force. Ross turns and looks at James Murphy at the commentary table paying his first obvious bit of notice before smiling sickly at the former GWF Undisputed Champion.

McNally: Ross is staring right at you James…

James: He’s a creep. He does my nut in, I can’t wait to crack him in the teeth at Omega Effect.

Edison: Ooh! FIGHTING TALK!

Ross is now ready to finish the job. So, without any further adieu, he grabs Gary and yanks him up to his feet. Gary stumbles drunkenly barely able to focus. Ross then leg-tackles Gary lifting him up while running pushing him back into the corner melding it in with a turnbuckle spear. Gary clutches his gut yelling in agony as he feels like he’s about to be sick. Ross then sprints back to the other side of the ring, opposite corner pushing his boot out placing it to the middle corner. His knee bends and he uses the momentum to push himself back towards Gary. Gary is a complete victim of Gimmick Infringement as Ross flies forward with a MASSIVE Decapitator. Gary twitches and throws spasms as he falls to a seated position in the corner. As he moves back from the boot he turns to look at James with a sickly grin before delivering a trade-mark Murphy pose. This is the thing that finally riles up one of GWF’s former elites.

James: THAT is the last straw. NOBODY steals my stuff and gets away with it. First my move and now my pose? That bastard has some fucking nerve.

Edison: I have yet to see you do that pose in ACW.

James: It’s something I used to do in GWF, hence why he’s doing it. That man right there is a PRICK.

McNally: He’s doing this to get you riled and out of your wits. Boy is it working.

Ross grabs Gary by his wrist and drags him out the corner. Gary is completely knocked out of his skull, finally though he becomes the victim of a Silence of the Lambs. He’s thrown up and dropped onto Lamberts knee and Gary hits the floor with a cry. Gary is about narrowly resisting the urge to puke right now. Ross however only assists this dropping to his knees and wrapping a gloved hand around his throat throttling the life out of him. Gary shakes and rocks’ trying to break the choke as he slowly starts to get beaten down into the ground, being treated like a pathetic worm. As his consciousness starts to fade, the only thing he can see is the twisted, evil grin of Ross glowing with fury and anger. Finally though, the referee intervenes and Ross is forced to beak his clutch. Ross decides to take this and uses it to rile himself up.

McNally: THIS. IS. DISGUSTING. How can he choke that poor kid? Gary is getting brutalized here. This CAN’T go on much longer.

James: Unfortunately for you guys, and these fans. This prick will go on as long as he wants to.

Edison: Somebody help him, quick!

Ross standing over the semi-awake Gary preps his right arm drawing it back, wriggling his fingers signalling a choke-slam. But as a chokeslam is not in his movelist you assume it’s something else. Ross pulls the straps down on his battle-suit so they’re waist-level showing for the first time on TV his well-defined muscles. The man is a perfectly natural jackhammer but covering his six-pack up to just under his pecs is heavy bandaging. Ross rubs the hair out of his eyes and signals that now the time for Gary is over. He drags Gary off the floor and up to a standing position before clutching his throat. He lifts him up for a new Ross Lambert signature called “The Gallows Hill”, squirming and struggling as Gary throttles him, Ross knows full well he has this thing in control. Gary hanging about 3 feet in the air tries frantically to escape the clutch but to no avail.

Edison: Oh for God’s sake, someone help this kid! He’s going to die out there!

James: This is the end… tragic…

Ross puts down Gary, after the struggling ceases. He drops him, Gary who is about to pass-out has no chance to as within a nanosecond, Ross has lifted Gary up onto his shoulders but that’s when something happens that wasn’t supposed to. Ross has him up on his shoulders but Ross starts to scream in agony, after not having received any offence from Gary to this particular area, his ribs start to scream bloody murder. He drops to one knee still holding Gary clutching his stomach with the right hand that he unlatched from Gary’s leg.

Ross: AAAAAGGGGGHHHH! FUCK!

McNally: What’s this now? Ross’s ribs are giving in I think.

Edison: Painful! Gary may JUST have found a miracle!

James: Bah, he’s tired already. He can’t expect to do stuff like this and win at Omega Effect.

However, as mentioned previously in this match, Ross has more pride then common sense. He pushes back up despite his ribs screaming for him to stop and finally, sickeningly. Ross twists the Firemans Carry in 3 full circles before dropping Gary centre of the mat with The Soulnado! Gary is completely unconscious as Ross falls into a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jones: Here is your winner by pinfall… ROOOOOOOOOSSSSS LAAAAAAMMMMBEEEEEEEEERRRRRRTTTTT!

McNally: Well that was odd, Ross seems to be in masses of pain right now!

Ross rolls onto his back still covering Gary clutching his torso. He rolls onto his front trying to subdue the pain, biting the mat and his own lip as a way to distract himself from the pain but it doesn’t last long. He turns and points to James before pointing back at Gary screaming “THIS IS YOU!”, a scream contorted with pain. He rolls back onto his side again biting the mat.

James: The prick is faking it. I’m telling you.

The crowd are left bewildered as Ross starts to roll along the mat shuffling to where a team of EMT’s are waiting to support his walk back. Ross wraps his arms around two guys as James Murphy, Maxwell McNally, Eddie Edison and the crowd are left in bewilderment of the damage that has been done as “Amerika” plays. Ross and EMT’s go through the curtain as the screen turns to black for the next segment.

FADE

[BK London]

Segment: A Challenge? Hardly. (Credit: A.C. Evans & Train)

And now we are taken back to the ringside area where we see the fans awaiting what will happen next. Suddenly the intro to "Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden is heard and the fans in the arena jump to their feet to invite A.C. Evans to a chorus of boos. As the song continues to play, A.C. Evans appears from behind the black curtains, wearing nothing but white clothing. He does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd, but just continues down the ramp and to the steel steps. As he climbs them, the fans begin to boo even louder. He enters the ring and is soon given a microphone. Without hesitation, he raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] I've paid my dues in this company. I've destroyed everyone that's been thrown at me and tonight is no different. Chris Cooley is a man who will have his eyes opened tonight. Regardless of my match with Christopher tonight, I want what is coming to me. I want Thunder Train. You thought that I have forgotten about our little encounter and how you ran away after you attacked me just a few short weeks ago? I was out of action because of you and I want my vengeance. I'm not the kind of person that you people are used to seeing. I don't let people walk all over me. That's the difference between the typical ACW superstar and myself. So Thu--

Ice Train's WCW theme suddenly begins to blare over the P.A. system as fans welcome him to a larger chorus off boo's.

Train: MAN OH MAN! Are we doing this again? Listen, you have barely been here a month! I have a whole list of challengers that would be much better than you. You need to learn about how things work around here. I am not going to let some punk come into MY ring and demand shots for MY title. The Train doesn't roll like that. As far as I'm concerned you don't deserve anything here.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] Oh, you're telling me that I don't deserve anything? Is that why you attacked me last time? Was it because you were afraid of me? Was it because you saw me as a threat to your precious little title? I believe it was. So typical of a human being. Take out any threat before it becomes to large so that you couldn't handle it. I see it in your eyes right at this moment. I see how you are trembling with fear, even if you don't show it.

Train: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! THE TRAIN ISN'T AFRAID OF ANYTHING!!! ESPECIALLY PUNKS LIKE YOU!

A.C. EVANS:[/color] If you fear nothing, give me a chance to be in the ring with you. Let's do this the proper way, so you don't have to run from behind and attack me after a match.

Train: FINE! I will give you a match, next week. But it won't be against me, no.... I said you had to prove you deserved a shot so next week it will be you going ONE ON ONE with a mystery opponent of my choosing. And if you can somehow beat him, I will give you a shot for the Entertainment Championship at Omega Effect 4. Sound good to you punk?

A.C. EVANS:[/color] I accept. I'll see you at Omega Effect...

Train: Ha, good luck you're gonna need it...

The camera shows A.C.'s face then Train as he raises his title as we fade out.

Fade to black.

[BK London]

Segment: Do or Die
Credit: Jay Zero

[As the scene begins to fade in, we find ourselves outside the Blaisedell Arena looking straight at Chairman Gingerdude. He stands at the doorway in the parking lot with his arms folded. We then can hear the noise of a car driving forward and then the crackling of some rocks as the wheels of the car turn and then stop. The engine turns off and several seconds later the door opens. Ginger puts his game face on and slowly begins to walk towards the vehicle. The door closes and the camera begins to sway away so that it can get a shot of Gingerdude and the man.]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Mister ... Zero!

[The fans watching from the Alphatron inside the arena all begin to boo as Jay Zero enters the scene.]

Zero :: Ging. [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: You're right on time.

Zero :: Okay? [/color]

[Jay begins to walk past the Chairman, but Ginger walks in front of Jay again.]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Hold on a second Jay!

[Jay turns around and looks at Ginger.]

Chairman Gingerdude :: I was just wondering -- how do you think our Anniversary Show went? Honestly!

Zero :: --Um. I dunno, good I guess. Would have been better if I got a few more shots in on Aiden with that chair. [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Ah, yes! You did ruin that great tag team match! That's right!

Zero :: Please. That was a ticking time bomb and you know it. [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Well if you say so! But Jay -- how do you think the show went for others?

Zero :: Ummm, whatcha mean? Like -- who? [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Oh I don't know. Maybe -- maybe, let's say your tag team partner?

Zero :: Yeah, too bad I don't have one. [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Oh that's right! Ex-tag team partner!

Zero :: Well I'd say that show went pretty bad for him! [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Yeah and you'd be right!

Zero :: Haha, glad you're agreein' with me for once Gingy! We can really see eye to eye, can't we? [/color]

[As it appears he hasn't shown enough sarcasm, Ginger kicks it into high gear, getting in Jays face.]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Enough acting smart! How STUPID are you?! Do you realize the damage you did to him?! Do you realize what kind of lawsuits that could have created..!? Do you?! Of course not! You're ignorant!

Zero :: Calm down! Christ! Don't take your shit out on me because you don't have control over B-- [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Don't you dare say that!

Zero :: Fine! Yikes. [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Now you listen! Surprisingly, Libertines has decided to show up here tonight and all he wants is one thing and one thing only. He wants to go one on one with Jay Zero in the ring!

Zero :: ...Pft..Pftt---Pfttahahahaha! That's it? Really?! I get to humiliate him, TWO shows in a row now? Heh, classic! [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: You really pissed him off. I never thought I'd see that day where that man looked like he could commit murder. You've really done it Jay. You took things WAY too far! All because your grudge with Aiden! Get over it!

[ That name...

Jay grabs Ginger by the collar and yanks him forward, getting very close to his face.]

Zero :: Don't you ever bring him into my business! Now look! You want me to fight Libertines? You got it! But I want something else! I want .... him to put something on the line! [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Like what?

Zero :: I don't know! He wants the match for revenge! So he gets what he wants if he -- somehow manages to win. So I want something if I win! [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Well I can't help you. There isn't much to offer.

[He thinks about it .... Ding! That's it!]

Zero :: I got it! [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: What?

Zero :: His career. [/color]

[Gingers eyes double in size and he backs up.]

Chairman Gingerdude :: What?! I can't do that on such short notice!

Zero :: Look! You saw how much that Career Threatening match did for the ratings on Monday! Just think of having those kind of numbers back to back! Hah! I got it! -- Do or Die! [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: No! I can't condemn that! It will be a one on one match!

Zero :: Come on Ginger! Gamble a little, will ya?! Take a chance! Think of the entertainment value! Think of the fans! Heh...Think of the stakes! Revenge vs. Career! It sells itself! [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: I--I don't know. Why should I give you what you want? You don't deserve to be awarded at ALL after your actions Monday!

Zero :: I don't? As far as I've heard, people all over have been talking about me! Talking about Jay Zero's new attitude! His new motivation! The people love me again Ging! They want more blood shed! They want more of they saw on Monday! Tonight, you can give that to them! [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: --Er..

Zero :: I mean -- what's really the worst that can happen? I mean -- that should only save you some good cash from having one less on your roster! Eh? Ehh? [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Hm...Wait! No! This is wrong!

Zero :: Fine! Do whatever the fuck you want! It IS only your choice. Guess you're not man enough to take a little chance.. See you later. [/color]

[Jay starts to walk off from Ginger, leaving him to think to himself. The thought of saving money runs through his head, as does the entertainment factor..]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Jay! -

[Zero stops and turns around.]

Chairman Gingerdude :: I take risks all the time in this business so don't you dare say I'm too less of a man to take one! What was it? Do or Die?

Zero :: Mmmhmm... [/color]

Chairman Gingerdude :: Well then -- Do or Die it is...

[Jay smiles at Ginger. Has he just manipulated the boss?! Either way, tonight has a lot on the line for Libertines now. It's going to be Revenge vs. Career! Tonight is really do or die!]

[FADE OUT]

[BK London]

Segment: Role Call
(Credit: Senatorial Stable)

As the Hawaiian sun fades, the entire Senatorial Stable is seen, not backstage, but rather, in the restricted parking lot area outside the arena. Senator Phillips is seated in a lawn chair, cane in hand, while the Capitalists, Hughes, Freeman, Aiden and Train all stand around. Winter York is also in the scene, sporting an attractive and fashionable white dress, as she leans up against the Senatorial Limo.

The Senator: Been a while, has it not?

Winter: That chair is way too tacky...

Senator: Ahem.

Winter: But I have no problem with you sitting in it!

Senator: So then, as we approach Omega Effect, not all is well, but not all is bad, either. We may not have anyone challenging for the ACW title, but our presence is definately going to be felt in the tag division.

Fitsharris: Too bad the Capitalists aren't in that!

Kalb: Agreed, as much as I hate to admit it!

Senator: Well, I could suggest that...

Freeman: Yeah, too bad the Dynasty is the only TRUE Stable team in this.

Train: Aww, come on, the Train is hungrier than either of you, when it comes to that delicious tag gold!

Aiden: The Fashion Express will reign supreme, just look at us! We're stars...and you two...you're just two, two...wrestlers.

Hughes: Last I heard, we're in the wrestling industry, so that's not saying anything for your argument.

Senator: Now then...

Aiden: What Steve's trying to say, is that we're the best team in the Stable, and we'll conquer anyone in our...

Freeman: Two hundred bucks we go farther!

Train: I could buy how many deluxe pizzas when I collect on that...let's count...

Winter: How boring! I'm going to go walk around, or something...anything's better than listening to a bunch of oversized gorillas argue over something that doesn't even make sense!

Senator: Indeed, minus the rather insulting part. No need to argue, if you end up facing off in the ring, you fight with dignity and honor, you fight to win, and fight for the gold. The Stable will have the tag belts in our posession, no matter who ends up winning the tournament, it will be one of our teams. And even the two who come up short will still remain valued, elite members of the greatest, longest lasting group in ACW history...and that, my comrades, is nothing...but the truth!

Fade Out

[BK London]

Match 2: Chris Cooley vs. AC Evans (Credit: AC Evans)


We seem to be ready for the next match as the bell is heard ringing. Suddenly, the sounds of "Youth Gone Wild" by Skid Row is heard blaring through the arena as the fans jump to their feet to welcome Cowboy Chris Cooley with a nice round of boos. Cooley makes his way from behind the curtain. He stops at the top of the ramp and poses a bit, egging the crowd on to boo him as he makes his ascent down the ramp and slowly slides into the ring.

Hallowed be Thy Name by Iron Maiden is heard for the second time tonight as A.C. Evans steps out from behind the curtains and the fans boo him as well. He is wearing the same attire as earlier, white pants and a white collared shirt. He walks down the ramp, not stopping to slap hands or anything of the sorts. He walks up the stairs and steps into the ring, and awaits for the bell to ring. Soon after, it does and the match is underway.

The match starts off with Cooley running from the other side of the ring, looking to decapitate Evans with a lariat, but Evans ducks under. Evans quickly takes advantage of his situation and delivers a dropkick to Cooley's back which sends him into the corner, face first. Showcasing his moves, Evans quickly grabs Cooley by his neck and drops him with a neckbreaker. Cooley clenches at his neck quickly as he rolls out of the ring to take a breather.

He leans against the mat as A.C. Evans looks on in the ring. Evans takes off running and leaps over the top rope, looking for a splash. Cooley shows his veteran side and dodges the attack, buying him some time to recover. This one could get ugly as Cooley finally nails Evans with that clothesline he was looking for in the first place. Evans falls on the ground hard. Cooley grabs him and tosses him into the ring. A.C. Evans seems to be hurting now as Cooley begins to stomp him into mush.

Cooley mounts Evans and unleashes a fury of lefts and rights which Evans can only attempt to block. The ref pulls Cooley off and warns him as Cooley simply scoffs. Evans suddenly drops Cooley with a drop toe hold. As Cooley sits back up, he is kicked back down with a hard dropkick to the face. Cooley holds his face as Evans goes for the cover. Only a two count.

Cooley and Evans hook up now. Cooley lifts him up and looks for a side slam, but Evans somehow reverses it into a hurricanrana. Cooley slides across the ring as Evans stands up and looks to hit a dropkick to the knees. Cooley, however, dodges it and quickly capitalizes hitting a hard bulldog. Cooley quickly picks him up and tosses him into the ropes. As Evans comes off of the ropes, Cooley picks him up and suddenly throws him down, hitting a painful Spinebuster. Cooley goes for the count, but Evans kicks out at the very last moment.

Cooley picks up Evans and throws him and looks to attempt a powerbomb, but Evans battles out of it by punching him. Evans shakes the cobwebs out hits Cooley with a hard rolling kick to the head. He rolls out and climbs to the second rope. Cooley has his back towards him as he wobbles around, not knowing where he is. Evans leaps off of the second ropes and grabs Cooley by the shoulders. Evans drives his knees into Cooley's back and executes a painful lung blower. Cooley yells out as Evans turns him over and covers him. Evans picks up the three count and the win.

[BK London]

Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 17: Putting The Pills To The Test

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

After several days of taking the anti-depressants Scott has noticed a decrease in his susceptibility to become a raging bull on crack and has even been polite to a backstage worker who spilled coffee all over his shirt, just wiping himself down with some absorbent napkins and letting it slide. On a usual day however, Scott would have blown his top and sent that poor, hapless bastard through a catering table, breaking salad bowls and plastic cups on his way down.

Normally, Scott would never take any sort of drug to change his body; he doesn’t use steroids, and doesn’t drink or smoke. Although this time was different. Scott took the opportunity to buy the drugs because he needed to stop the anger in order to further his success in ACW; the business he loves. It’ll boost his confidence, in-ring awareness, and general focus in trying situations. What could be bad about a man getting some help where he needs it most?

Considering the circumstances, Scott’s even lucky that Durden risked his ass to help him, not like he had a choice by the sound of it. Who knows who that Marv guy is and who he’s associated with. Scott’s just glad he’s got the drugs and it’s all over; he can focus on his wrestling.

As the scene fades into the backstage area, Scott and Jessie walk in synch as Scott wraps his arm around Jessie’s bare shoulders, pulling her in for a kiss on the forehead. The happy couple come to the merchandise stand where hundreds of ACW fans have gathered to buy their favourite superstars gear. Scott doesn’t realise until he’s almost in the fans sight.

Scott: Oh, shit, wrong way. Turn around and walk casually...

They turn and begin to walk until Scott feels a little tug on the back of his shirt. He turns around to see a small boy, probably about 6 or 7 years old staring up at him with big blue eyes holding a Scott Andrews trading card and wearing the latest Scott Andrews “Revenge Is Sweet” t-shirt (available from ACWShopzone.com). Scott sighs but can’t resist the boy’s cuteness.

Boy: Hello, Mr. Andrews! You’re my favourite wrestler in the whole world!

Scott: Wow, thanks, little guy - - -

Boy: Can I get your autograph?

How can Scott say no?

Scott: Sure, where do you want it?

The boy turns around and walks over to a bag full of merchandise and brings it over. He pulls out Scott Andrews flags, Scott Andrews t-shirts, Scott Andrews action figures, even Scott Andrews coasters and wine bottle stopper caps.

Scott: ...Ok, choose one of those things and I’ll sign it.

Boy: I was hoping you could do all of it. For me?

The boy smiles from cheek to cheek. Scott grabs an action figure and a t-shirt.

Scott: Here, I’ll sign these two, ok? Then we have to go, we have an appointment with someone very important.

Boy: Can you at least sign my poster?

Scott: I already told you I’ll - - -

The boy puts on the puppy dog sad face.

Scott: Gah...ok, but that’s it, no more.

Scott whips the black marker over the poster, signing his name and then hands the two items over to the boy.

Scott: Ok, we gotta, go now, bye!

Boy: But you haven’t met my brother yet! ...Jason!

Another little boy comes racing over from behind the corner of the wall and walks up to Scott.

Jason: Can you sign my BK London t-shirt?

Jessie prepares herself for an explosion from within Scott that would scar these two boys for life and put them off anything to do with the Scarlet Assassin. But Scott holds it in and takes the marker from the other boy, holds the t-shirt out, and signs his name.

Scott: There. Now we really need to go, bye bye!

Scott grabs Jessie and they scurry off down the corridor as the boys celebrate meeting one of their ACW heroes. The couple get to a safe point and Scott wipes his forehead and sighs.

Jessie: I thought you would have exploded over there?! The kid asked you to sign his BK LONDON t-shirt and you just stood there and kept professional...I’m so proud of you, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately but I like it...

Scott smiles and reassures himself that the drugs are worth it; they’re making him happy and more importantly, they’re making Jessie happy, even if she doesn’t know it.

Scott: I dunno, I guess the meditation’s working.

Jessie: Is that what you were doing the other day when you were in the bathroom and wouldn’t come out for twenty minutes? Darling you don’t need to be embarrassed about doing meditation in front of me. I know the positions and the humming noises seem kinda silly but it’s me you’re talking about here.

Scott hasn’t done meditation at all. He was in the toilet for twenty minutes because he was playing games on his mobile phone.

Scott: You’re right. Anyway, let’s go get a sandwich or something? Are they still selling Thundertrain Sandwich Meals at the food stalls? Those sub sandwiches with the delicious toppings?

Jessie: I have no idea. But we have time to kill; you’re not booked again.

Scott: Correctomundo. Let’s do it.

And so the couple walk off in search of Thundertrain signature sandwiches, coffee, biscuits, brownie, cake, pudding, whatever they fancy, as the scene fades out.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: I lost track of time, which comes from starting a crappy job which involves door to door selling, which nobody told me I'd be doing, so I left without getting paid. So I wrote a pretty crappy segment, but I felt I had to write something for the show. But I didn't have a match so I panicked and didn't know what to write about. So I wrote about what Dan's getting up to on his day off. But I reckon I can somewhat think of a decent storyline to accompany this, so don't think of me as selling out. In fact, bingo, I have thought of a decent storyline to come out of this, and it's going to be fooby. That's fab and groovy. And this also breaks Hunter and Jake's record as the longest segment title ever. Woohoo (Credit: Dan White)

The segment opens up in a tranquil little bar, looking out over one of Hawaii's finest beaches. One of the famous volcanoes is in the background, and adds to the humidity. Not that our protagonist, Dan, cares. He sits alone, in just a pair of three-quarter length khakis, sipping a cocktail. He looks a bit tipsy already, and sighs as he looks over to the bar woman. She's not a native, or if she is she certainly doesn't look it. She has medium length dark hair, with a bright pink streak through her hair.

Dan: Alright lass, how's it gan?

The bar woman gives a passing glance, and smiles at Dan. He's one of three people at the bar; the other two being two old men playing a game of dominoes at one of the tables nearby. She picks up a glass, cleaning it with a towel. She then turns to Dan, speaking in a British accent.

Bar Woman: I'm doing fine, thanks for asking.

She pauses, analysing Dan's physique.

Bar Woman: I know you from somewhere...

Dan smiles, looking down, as if somewhat insulted, or dwon-hearted.

Dan: Nah lass, I'm a pro wrestler in ACW.

He pauses, realising he actually finds this girl attractive. He takes the chance to prove himself to her.

Dan: I also featured in a few movies, and I released a rap album...

The girl laughs, not looking impressed.

Bar Woman: Dude, look at the t-shirt. You think a rap album is going to impress me?

Indeed, the t-shirt is an Iron Maiden gig t-shirt. She takes a quick spin, showing off the dates on the back. Impressively, it's from a tour from the mid-80s. Dan does indeed look impressed.

Dan: Wow, vintage...

He looks at her, and her eyes widen a little. She's wanting something more to break the ice.

Dan: But nah, I'm not into the whole rap scene. I'm a rocker at heart. I mean my favourite band is Queen, ask me anything about them and I'll get it right! I only did it for the money really, but I was able to buy a tidy suit with it........which since got covered in manure.

Bar woman laughs out loud at that mention, and Dan sighs.

Dan: Lass, don't get into pro wrestling, believe me.

Bar Woman: You're name's Dan White, right?

Dan smirks. Recognition on this level is goooood.

Dan: Indeed it is. And you might be...

Bar Woman: The name's Joanne. Er, Jo, for short.

Dan: No worries then "Jo". So what made you come out here?

Jo: Meh, the money. And I can apparently get a tan 24/7. But I just burn.

Dan: Heh, the fortunes of being black.

She smirks again.

Jo: Anyways, aren't you meant to be on a show or something? Thursday Night Meltdown....

Dan: You watch wrestling?

Jo: Erm sometimes. But it's been advertised loads here, so yeah, I watched it a few times to get the know-how.

Dan: Ah right....you watch it with your boyfriend?

She smiles again. Dan's charm can only get him so far.

Jo: Erm, not the most original chat-up line, is it?

Dan sighs. Defeated.

Dan: Yeah, true....

Jo: Well, for the record, I'm single.

Dan suddenly perks up again.

Dan: ...Oh. So.....doing anything interesting tonight?

She smiles at Dan, then turns to the right, looking at a skinny Hawaiian-looking dude. Dan looks defeated again.

Dan: Oh....you seeing him?

Man: Jo, your shift is over.

Dan looks back over at Jo, more optimistic looking.

Dan: ...So you off?

Jo: Yeah, tough shift....that's the beauty of a Thursday Night, we're never busy...

Dan smirks a bit.

Jo: But we can make things busier if you want....wanna buy me a drink?

Dan's smirk turns into a full-blown grin. He mutters something to himself.

Dan: Ahh, this job can be ace at times.....

Wahey, pulled.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Title: I'm Watching You...(Credit: CAGE)

A camera that seems to be very much like a camcorder opens inside the arena during this past Warfare. The camera seems very much focused on one person. A man sitting in the front row. The camera gets a few rows closer, and we see the man is none other than ACW Superstar Jason Cage. Cage has been quiet for weeks, ever since his loss at Spring Into Hell a few weeks ago. Cage simply just hasn't shown up. It could have been due to injury. It could have been he was ashamed to have lost to a man as untalented as Blake Straker. It could have been a matter of Cage just not wanting to be around...

But the truth was that Cage was simply waiting for his spot. Following that match, Cage went back into training, knowing he had taken Straker too lightly. But tonight, oh tonight, would be the night Cage made his return to ACW. Tonight would mark the night that a new era in Alpha Championship Wrestling would begin. A new age of dominance. You see, Cage was now completely focused on the task at hand. He was focused on gold. Focused on being the best this company had to offer because, let's face it, he truly is. Twelve World Championships have been around his waist during his illustrious eight year career. His goal is to make that number thirteen here in the ACW.

But tonight, Cage is merely a spectator. He sits ringside, watching the matches, segments, and other little happenings that occur during your simple run of the mill wrestling program. Cage sits there, and is smirking. He turns to the camera which is now next to him, and speaks into it.

JASON CAGE: For those of you who may forget...allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Jason Cage. I am the simple reason why each and every one of you tune into this show. You hope to see me on your screens. Well, have no fear. Tonight, you'll be seeing a lot of me. You see tonight, I have taped my entire trip to see this edition of Warfare. These tapes will air on Meltdown this Thursday night. A night in which I WILL be in attendance live to give the show a little bit of...well...interest. You see, for weeks, I have been home training. I let my eye slip off the ball at Spring Into Hell. I lost to that chump Blake Straker. A match which should have been no contest for me. A match I should have breezed right through. But instead, my mind was cluttered. I lost sight in what I came to this company for. That coveted ACW World Heavyweight Championship. You see, I've held World Championships a total of twelve times. I've won countless other championships in my career. But right now, ACW is the best company in the business. The ACW World Heavyweight Champion is truly the best this business has to offer. It's my destiny to hold that championship. I mean, look at this match.

We see the main event of this past week's Warfare, Sarin Rossi defending the ACW World Heavyweight Championship against Alexander Starkweather. Cage looks on intently, hoping to some day be in the position that Starkweather is in. Fighting for that championship. In fact, Starkweather is moments away from ending this match, as he has Sarin up for a huge powerbomb. As he charges towards the corner, however, Sarin shows him why she's the champion. She counters into a hurricanrana, and is able to score the pinfall. As "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand plays in the arena and the crowd applauds, Cage stands, staring right at the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, but she's unaware. Cage is so blended into the crowd, that she doesn't even notice him. He then says a few words to himself.

JASON CAGE: We will meet soon Sarin. Sooner than you could possibly think.

Cage walks away, and the camera suddenly cuts to static.