Monday Night Warfare 16th June 2008

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Monday Night Warfare 16th June 2008

ACW Spring Tour 2008 – The Road to Omega Effect IV
Sullivan Arena – Capacity crowd 8,000
Anchorage, Alaska

Schedule of Matches:

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The L.A. Looker Alex Gonzalez vs. "The Corporate Idol" Jeffery Janson

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Jake Steele vs. James Murphy

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Non-Title Match
Thunder Train w/Aiden Joseph vs. Jonny Spade w/Gooey Garth

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Second Round Tag Team Title Tournament Match
The Dynasty vs. Whitesnake

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Sarin vs. BK London

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Opening Segment: The Latin King Lives? (Credit: BK London)

Anchorage brings ACW to a smaller, more intimate venue than many of their more recent tour dates. Does this mean our favourite grapple-jockeys will open up a little more than usual? We’ll just have to wait and see….

As the first scene opens, we see a car pulling into the parking lot after the less than tropical weather as we saw just days earlier in Hawaii. It's the pair of Stephan Russo and BK London, who don't receive quite the best reaction from the fans in attendance tonight. Luckily we have a camera inside the SUV to capture what these two are saying.

Stephan Russo: Another fine mess you've gotten yourself into London. It's only been a week and you've managed to get punished by the boss.

BK London: Pfft, yeah whatever. It's no problem, I got this. He thinks he can scare me by putting me against Sarin Rossi? Please, I've been waiting for years to pop that bitch in the lip.

Stephan Russo: You better back it up tonight, or else we're doing all of this for nothing.

BK London: Ginger ain't seen nothing yet, and he's basically feeding me the top dog in ACW. If I take her down tonight, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards...checkmate.

Stephan Russo: ....what?

BK London: Nothing, nothing.

BK London eyes something in front of him, and now Russo sees it from the passenger seat as well.

BK London: What the - someone has parked in my spot!

Stephan Russo: What do you mean?

BK London: What do I mean? I mean someone parked in my motherfucking parking spot, I've got this shit reserved and someone decided to park their hunk of metal there. I'm going to see which motherfucker did this..

He brings the car to a complete halt before unfastening his seat belt. Stepping out the car in a rage, he walks over to the vehicle in his spot and he cannot believe what he sees. His eyes widen, as if he'd just seen a ghost and slowly Russo makes his way out the car as well.

Stephan Russo: Did you tell him o-

Russo himself is shocked by what he sees in front of him.

The camera swings around, and lo and behold, it's a red candy paint lowrider with the Puerto Rican flag printed all over it. This gets a huge pop from the crowd and "Latino" chants circulate throughout the Sullivan Arena.

Stephan Russo: ...this...this...this can't be right.

BK London: Nononono! This isn't right. This is probably just one of Ginger's tricks to make me think Latino is here tonight or showing up at Omega Effect. There is NO WAY this is his car, no way in hell.

Stephan Russo: ..y-you're probably right.

BK London: Even Latino wouldn't come to this piss-in-the-snow city of Anchorage, Alaska...

Cheap heat in the building.

Stephan Russo: You're right. Listen, I'll make a few calls and get this crap towed - you head into the arena and get prepared for your match.

BK London: Alright, thanks.

BK London heads to the back of the SUV before pulling out his rolling suitcase and heading into the arena. Meanwhile, Stephan Russo takes a few steps in the lowrider's direction and looks down at the airbrushed designs. Looking more closely, he sees OE4 right under the Puerto Rican flag. This disturbs him even more and he quickly walks away before dialing up the nearest tow truck.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

(Nothin' On Me - Credit: )

“They want me back on the show?”

…

“I already told ya’ll… my leg is broke.”

…

“Aight, aight, you know the deal man… I mean, it’s all a game, Freeman won’t even see it coming. I mean I’m in his head, he thought I would show up at the Anniversary show, and I was nowhere to be found, I mean I had a party, it was my birt-”

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“What chu’ mean I can’t enjoy myself? … I ain’t bitter, you buggin’ man, fuhreal ya’ trippin.”

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“Look man, I know I haven’t been there for The Maine Event, I know that, but from what you sayin’… I basically have to be there, right?”

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“I’m facing who?… James Murphy!? Is you stupid? Why the fuck would I go up against my own partner man, this shit is ridiculous.”

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“I’m not gonna do it man, I heard stories about Murphy, hell Damian DeNiro told me about things he’s done in other feds, dude is psycho…”

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“Do or Die? So if I no show… I’m kicked out? After all I’ve done for this fed man… … aight, aight, I’m packin’ my bags now, I’ll have my people fly me over to wherever the fuck we are and I’ll meet you at the airport. Sound good?”

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“Good man, watch out for me, I’ll be the dude with the major swag, haha!”

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“Aight, stay up.”

[Fade]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Tardy with an Extra Shot (Credit: Sarin)

The double doors of the Sullivan Arena swing on their hinges. A curious person steps through: straggly black hair, dark wide sunglasses, tattered black sweater robe, Venti cup of Starbucks premium in one hand and Marlboro Lights in the other. She seems to defy gravity; her slim, weathered body floats past the security detail with freakish grace.

Mike, a native Alaskan rent-a-cop with a secret penchant for perusing gossip rags, nudges his 'colleague' Joe and directs his attention to the waif strutting by.

Mike: Hey, Joe, I think I just saw Mary-Kate Olsen.

Grumbling, Joe rubs his temples in an exasperated sort of way. No doubt Michael is hitting the bottle again. Unless the Olsens develop a hankering to skin caribou for coats and hats (which is not altogether unlikely, he muses), they have little business venturing to Anchorage. Joe hates his job: low wages, crap hours, and a security partner that's barking mad. For now, he would feign ignorance.

Joe: Mary-Kate Olsen? Who's that?

Mike: Are you serious? She's an Olsen twin!

Joe: Oh, like the Bobbsey Twins?

Mike: No, like chain smoking, sack wearing, PETA-hated, shady relationship with Heath Ledger's demise twin.

The woman stops. The absence of rhythmic heels clicking on the ground make Mike and Joe turn and stare unashamedly at the purported gremlin a few yards away. She removes her glasses.

Sarin: Mary-Kate's fame reaches Alaska? Alaska? Really? Crap, I need to pee.

This pronouncement was hard to stomach for several reasons. One: Sarin Rossi just issued a statement covering her need to urinate. Two: Sarin Rossi just issued a statement covering her need to urinate. And three: Sarin Rossi just issued a statement covering her need to urinate. Mike and Joe gape like they've never gaped before.

Mike: Er, Miss Rossi...are you...okay?

Sarin: 'Course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

Joe: Well, you sort of look...what's the word...

Mike: Homeless?

Joe: Destitute?

Mike: Anorexic?

Joe: Strung out?

Not a word reaches Sarin's ears. Her eyes lift skyward, following something completely lost to Mike and Joe. After a few dazed moments, she redirects her focus to Mike and Joe, and prompts them to finish speaking with a squeaky 'mmhmm.'

Mike: We're done, actually.

Sarin: Ginger.

Joe: Dyed red, to be honest. I think it gives me a bit of a flair--

Sarin: No. I need to speak to Ginger. Bye.

She flails about on her heel, stumbling over a dangling scarf and nearly spilling her entire cup of coffee. She disappears around the corner in a whirl of black and smoke.

Mike turns to Joe, thoroughly freaked out.

Mike: What was that all about? She went from Chanel to Kohl's in one week.

Joe: Dude...you are so gay.

Though Mike could not bring himself to counter an accurate accusation, his point nevertheless hit home. Sarin Rossi, for whatever reason, has fallen off her rocker.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: The L.A. Looker Alex Gonzalez vs. "The Corporate Idol" Jeffery Janson (Credit: Alex Gonzalez a.k.a Jin)

"I'm too sexy" plays as Alex Gonzalez makes his way too the ring with Crystal following out first break. Jeff is already in the ring with the microphone, and doesn't seem pleased too have too fight Alex. Alex and Crystal get into the ring, looking at Jeff, who goes into a fighting stance.

Alex: Is THIS my opponent?

The crowd boo Alex as he laughs at Jeff.

Jeff: What? You can't take my looks?

Alex: No, I can't take you stealing my entrance music.

Jeff raises his eyebrows.

Jeff: I've been using this music when you were in the lower leagues, fighting in school halls!

Crystal: But do you really deserve it?

Jeff turns to face Crystal, but gets a clothesline from Alex, starting the match!

-Ding-
Crystal leaves the ring as the referee rolls in and counts Alex's one footed pin, which only gets a two. When Jeff gets up, Alex hits him with many strikes and a few throws. Alex keeps on Jeff, although gets a few kicks despite Jeff being weakened already. Alex hits Jeff with the catwalk bomb to the outside, crushing his head against the floor. Alex brawls with Jeff outside and when they get in, hits the Designer Driver! He quickly locks in the Designer Lock and almost makes Jeff tap out, but he gets the rope.

Alex keeps up the offense until Jeff counters a punch into a jawbreaker and kicks Alex. As Alex gets up, Jeff runs at the ropes, but gets tripped by Crystal! He turns too yell at her but when he turns gets lifted into a Red Carpet Smash! Jeff crumbles, letting Alex get back on the attack. After a Spot Light Slam, Jeff rolls outside the ring, trying to escape. But as he leaves, Alex runs after him and tiger suplexes him onto the ramp before getting both of them back too the ring. Alex finishes Jeff with GLAMOR, winning the match!

Winner: Alex

Crystal gets in the ring and celebrates before we cut away too our next segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Fucking BRILLIANT segment!
Danny Mainer

The scene is a big harbour in Alaska right on the coast and on a concrete open-area docking space, about 3 metres away from a wooden pier, sat on the hood of his Mitsubishi Lancer 2006 is ANTHRAX. 100% bored to tears he just sits and waits, he has his arms folded and his right foot crossed over his left and he stands in a black leather jacket, black denim jeans and a blood-splattered white t-shirt (the design) companied by yellow work-boots. ANTHRAX is about ready to leave until suddenly out in the water he sees a little speedboat racing towards the harbour. It’s shoddy and badly built but it’s exactly what ANTHRAX wants to see, he lets out a heavy sigh and just continues to watch with trained eagle eyes.

ANTHRAX remains completely silent but he waits for the boat to show up staring holes into it. After a few minutes of gliding across the crystal clear Alaskan ocean it arrives at the little wooden pier. He can hear the engine grumble and splutter and finally it shuts off. Due to the pier he can’t see the driver but after climbing up a 10 foot ladder his head juts over the top. What ANTHRAX sees a scarily thin man with black hair and a big smile on his face. This scarily thin man spreads his arms and he starts to shout in a VERY thick Russian accent, not deep though and very excited. Dressed in a plain black vest and blue jeans with fake Converse and a black waistcoat he looks fairly plain.

? ? ?: What the fuck’s up man! I AM IN AMERICAAAAAAAAA! YEAAAAAH!

ANTHRAX breathes heavily through his nose already feeling the internal urge to kill this man. The excited, young, bright-eyed Russian man starts to sprint across the wooden pier towards ANTHRAX with his arms out-stretched. After about 30 seconds of solid running he runs straight at ANTHRAX to give him a hug but ANTHRAX like lightning swerves out the way and hooks out his foot tripping the young immigrant making him land face-first onto the hood of the car. He bounces off and lands on his back groaning in pain.

? ? ?: Owww… I hurt my face! … IN AMERICA! FUCKING BRILLIANT!

He quickly bounds up to his feet, ANTHRAX groans as he heads to the drivers door. He unlocks it and climbs in as his Russian companion does the same with a HUGE grin on his face. He sits in the car and gasps at the intricate features that this car has.

? ? ?: Oh my Gosh! WOOOOOOW! It is a REAL American car! It’s EVERYTHING I dreamed of an more! FUCKING BRILLIANT!

ANTHRAX: This is a Japanese Car.

As if he’d just been turned down for proposal by his life-long love he goes all sombre and quiet after that.

? ? ?: Oh… not so fucking brilliant.

ANTHRAX kicks in the ignition and he starts to drive his car. He turns it around and heads for the port exit. There’s a temporary fade to black and now, we’re shown Danny Mainer’s locker-room where he’s crashed out on the couch, half-asleep in his typical casual gear but suddenly there’s a rapid knocking on the door. Danny panics at the shock of the knocking door. He sits up as if he’s just seen a ghost and turns to the door. He then hops over the couch and heads to the door. He opens it and sees Yin and Yang waiting at his door in the form of the over-excited, goofy Russian and the cold, calculating ANTHRAX.

Danny: Is this the guy?

? ? ?: YES! I AM your new sports agent! This is going to be amazing and diggidy AWESOME! I am Dimitri Rubrev!

He thunders in and gives the most awkward man-hug ever to Danny. An unreturned hug but still a hug nonetheless. He then breaks the hug and looks around the room his jaw dropping at this relatively plain room, which seems like the palace of Versailles to him.

Dimitri: HOLY SHIT! THIS IS LUXURY!

Danny: Not really… this is plain compared to normal standardsl.

Dimitri: You Americans! You are so so lucky! Back in my home-land you were lucky to have a cows womb for a locker-room!

Danny and ANTHRAX both appear visibly disturbed from this comment. Danny quickly tries to resolve this situation.

Danny: Uhh umm yeah… y’know you’re not quite what I expected.

Dimitri turns and stares open-mouthed at The State of the Art.

Dimitri: I know, I am better yes?!

Not awaiting an answer however, Dimitri who is now searching through Danny’s drawers starts searching for whatever he can find which he does not know of. He suddenly pulls out 9 inches of thick, solid plastic in the form of a vibrator. Dimitri’s eyes glow bright and ANTHRAX stifles a chuckle, Danny glares at him.

Danny: It’s Caitlynn’s.

ANTHRAX: Heheh, sure.

Dimitri holds the vibrator over his head with a huge open mouth smile glowing with excitement.

Dimitri: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! You have your own nose-picker?!?! WOW!!!

Danny’s alert goes on high as he sees this crazy Russian man about to jam the pink plastic pleasure device up his nose. He sprints over and goes to tackle him leaving ANTHRAX to chuckle to himself as we draw to a fade. The screen turns to black as we see Danny pouncing on Dimitri. This new business partnership might be a little… odd but one thing is for sure it’s going to be fun as Hell to watch.

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Prospective Mistake (Credit: FSX)

Anchorage, Alaska
6/14/08
3:00 P.M

It's true that once in awhile everyone makes a mistake that they will inevitably have to regret later on, but usually that isn't to a monumental proportion. Some may say that it is simply cockiness that causes one to grow so over confident they believe anything to be a possibility, well others simply credit it to the sheer stupidity of the individual that does such an impossible thing and expects simple results. Regardless of just what it is that is the cause, it's quite clear that the after effect can't be stopped after it's put into motion. This is truly an unfortunate thing for many, as they won't realize the error of their ways until it's conveniently a moment too late. In fact, one could say that such a flagrant and horrible mistake might cause a situation to effectively restart from it's beginning...not recommended if your very far into the game.

But who could possibly become such a blatant idiot to fall into a situation such as this? Surely everyone must know better then to risk progress in comparison to idiotic heroics, right? Not Fallen Souls! You see, when he can muster up a sort of consistent confidence it's basically his way of mustering up his own death sentence. The broad grin on his face and look of accomplishment...something hilarious and painful usually follows. Why should this situation be any different? Perhaps because they've wandered into Alaska for this current show?! How much trouble could Fallen REALLY get into in Alaska? Quite a bit it seems, as he hasn't wasted a moment starting. Wandering away from the sanctity of the arena once again for reasons that hold no logic in the eyes of many, he would seemingly strut along the land as he searched for something to do. Perhaps simply as a training for his match with Sarin, or maybe he had truly faded to a point where he believes once more he can save the world.......Of course it's the latter.

FSX: Ugh...it's so damn cold out here! They should really do something to make this place into more of a summer paradise!...Hmmn...maybe I could. How hard could it be to make Alaska a little bit more like California?

As destroying the world incidentally seemed to be the first thing to come to Fallen's mind as he thought over ways he might just be able to assist Alaska, Fallen couldn't seem to come up with anything that would work to do such a thing. After all, Global Warming was clearly a myth created by the buzzing fairies that inhabit the disastrous wonderland that is Al Gore's imagination....too bad....that would of worked! Cursing the fact that fantasy wasn't real, and things would be more difficult in reality, Fallen simply settled that he wouldn't ever come back to this place if he didn't have a reason too. It's not like anyone lived down here anyway! Returning to his simple travel down what he must of assumed was a road it was starting to look like he had wandered away completely from civilization!!...That was at least until a flashy shed of a building caught his eye in the distance.

FSX: Oh good! Finally somewhere that I can get out of this damn cold and devise a way to better Alaska....possibly by knocking down that building after I leave it. Sure is an eye sore...they should of just went with a flashy igloo casino!

As Fallen found himself quite amused with the thought of penguins and polar bears working a Casino, he would laugh softly to himself and completely lose his train of thought as he wandered into the place. Not even taking a moment to check on any signs that may of given a fair warning of any danger that awaited him. This probably would of helped him understand a bit of what was going on inside the place as well, seeing that the moment that he found his way in the door he would feel as if he'd entered an entirely different world...For you see, this shed was nothing more then a saloon....and that meant that it was ripped right out of the 19th century! Why, it was filled with the most fearsome bunch of individuals known to man! PROSPECTORS!

FSX: Uh.....wha? Did I wander into some kind of lame time machine? Because this honestly isn't doing much for me...and everyone knows that a bunch of gold miners are boring.

Almost as if they were all Androids from the depths of some incredibly bad movie about the gold rush, they all seemed to perk up and raise their heads from whatever they were doing at the mere mention of gold, suddenly staring over to Fallen in unison as they turned together. This was a bit...weird. A bunch of ridiculously stereotypical prospectors slowly making their way toward you isn't something that you see every day, after all. Slowly backing away from the group and making his way toward the door, Fallen would find him stopped by another group of individuals making their way in, and this is just where things got odd.

Prospector #1: Sire, you've returned just in time. It seems as if this sniveling peasant knows the location of the gold reserves you spoke of earlier! Such timing is truly a blessing upon our community, there is no doubt of such.

FSX: What the...? Sire? This is supposed to be some kind of traditional saloon, yet the guy has a British accent? What?!

Prospector #2: We are well aware that it is your purpose to come here and lead us to the gold that we seek, and send us back to prosperity. You are our savior, and we need you to work for us immediately.

The beady little eyes of a group of needy men staring deeply to your soul is something that can cause an effect on any man, especially one that has been in the same sort of situation...even if in a different capacity. Closing his eyes for a moment as he thought the situation over, it was really quite clear that regardless he wasn't about to be given much of a choice in the matter...sighing softly to himself after a few moments as he began to shake his head, this just didn't seem right...How could he possibly be their prophet of gold when he knew nothing of where it was? No...he couldn't lead on these people. Even if it would give him the importance he initially set out to find.

FSX: I really don't think that I can be a help to you guys, honestly...I'm not even from around here, and I don't know where any gold is or anything. I don't know why you would think that I did since I just happened to wander in here.

Prospector #1: You may not be aware of it's location now, but you have been sent here to find it for us...that is what our master has already determined.

FSX: Alright, I was going to keep out of this...but who the hell is this master you keep talking about? I mean, honestly it sounds a bit like your being led around by some religious cult and being forced into doing their bidding or something...

Awaiting a moment for an answer, Fallen would be a bit surprised when he got it. Every single man that had approached him a moment earlier was suddenly rising up an arm and pointing in his direction. Was he truly their god?! The savior of the Prospectors that happened to still reside in Alaska?! Well, this would give him that sense of satisfaction that he was looking for!! But...wait a second...didn't someone enter a moment after he had made his way into this dump? That's right...Slowly turning around in order to face to true individual who was acting in favor of the ignorant masses of this place, Fallen would immediately give a rather blank stare as he spotted just who it was. That didn't make any sense at all...how...how could it be him?

FSX: So wait....you guys are getting advice from John Wayne's reanimated corpse?!

Prospector #1: What? No, that would just be ridiculous and impossible, my friend. Why would you think such a baffling thing about our leader?

Prospector #2: Indeed. After all, it's quite clear that this is simply Ethan Wayne, the son of actor John Wayne and all around activist for Gold.

Quirking an eyebrow at what was supposed to be a logical reason for the presence of the John Wayne look alike, Fallen could only shake his head a bit at the thought that this man was the one trying to make him search for gold. It all seemed so bizarre...but then again, he had only come out this far due to his belief that he had the ability at the moment to do anything and everything. What better way to prove that then discovering gold?

FSX: Well...in that case, I suppose I can take a shot at finding this gold for you guys. I mean, it's not as if it will be impossible or anything, right? When is the last time that you guys mined some down in these parts?

Wayne: It has been over thirty years for these youngins, I reckon. I do say there must be some gold down in these parts though, partner. Don't you worry your pretty little head, we'll find it as a team.

Taking a look to his associate as he heard the dreadful attempt of the man to reenact a certain manner of speaking that was perfected in the fifties, Fallen could simply shake his head and turn to Ethan for a moment, as all of the Prospectors began to discuss with one another in glee over the fact that they had finally discovered individuals intent on saving them from the drought that had ruined their lives and cost the government thousands in welfare. Staring directly into the eyes of Ethan, Fallen would take note of the glimmer of ambition...but there was something behind it. Maybe even sinister...hmm...this is going to get out of hand, isn't it?

FSX: Well then....I suppose we should get started now. I don't have alot of time to do this, after all. I've got a job to do on Monday, and I'm not about to miss it.

Wayne: Fair enough, little doggie. I heard a rumor that there was gold down in the east, and that there be where we're going to look for it. You ready? Well, either way let's get going!

So much for long goodbyes and actual preparation for such a journey. Just as suddenly as Fallen had found the small shanty of a Saloon he was on his way out of it, being dragged along with a man with possible villainous intent on a journey that could feasibly last the entire night. But what would become of that if it happened to be the case? Truly an unfortunate situation that it would happen to be...as Fallen might just end up learning something from this trip that he had no intent on knowing, and would be much better off in the dark about. Perhaps this was all just a mistake after all....but was it too far gone for safety to still be a possibility?

Fade to black.

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(Not So Friendly Greetings - Credit: ?)

The scene opens up outside of the Alaskan airport. Currently a private airplane is pulling into the snow covered landing strip, and seems to be only carrying two men. One being the pilot and the other not visible yet. The plane slowly and loudly stops at a quick halt, and the plane rests for a moment, with neither the pilot or the man inside coming out. Moments pass and nothing, until we see a door open and the pilot stepping out, holding his fleece hat, as the wind heavily blows into his face. He walks over to the other side, and grabs for the door, with the wind blowing it back, he finally gets it and pulls it back, as the legs of a man can be seen. The camera pans onto his legs, which shows Nike Air Force Ones. It zooms up more, and the mans pants are baggy south pole jeans, more up and we can see his face as he steps out. This man is…

JAKE STEELE!

Steele jumps down from the plane, and brushes off any snow he has on his pants. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a stack of hundred dollar bills, and hands one to the pilot.

Steele: Good look on da’ ride son… but next time, watch the mountains bitch, I almost pissed my self on da’ way here man.

Steele walks off, popping his collar up and heading off to the inside of the airport to get his luggage which was carted off on a separate plane. He steps inside through the sliding doors, and he stops to look at the people all around, scrambling to find their luggage or get the hell out of Alaska, take your pick. Steele smiles and walks to the luggage slide, and sees his bags which clearly read “Jake Steele” on them, he grabs them up, ejects the handle from one and strolls out of the airport. He then stops at the curb of it, and waits for his ride.

Steele: This nigga betta’ hurry the fuck up. I ain’t got all day.

…

Aight this shit gettin’ real stupid. I’m gettin’ pissed man.

Steele reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone, he dials a number into it, and puts it to his ear. He waits for a answer, minutes pass, and he hangs up, looking extremely pissed.

Steele: I gotta fuckin’ walk all the goddamn-… way… to this muthafuckin’… fuck it, TAXAY! TAXAY! *Steele whistles* TAXAY! Aw shit… this Alaska, they can’t afford no damn taxis… shit man. Imma kill this nigga…

Steele takes his luggage, and starts strolling down the road with it. Looking pissed.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 19: May Cause Side Effects
(Credit: Scott Andrews)

It has been a week since Scott had taken the Amitriptyline and things couldn’t be better. His anger was finally under control. Jessie seemed a lot happier too; no outbursts of pure rage and no frightening scenes of a blood red faced Scott demolishing everything in his path without reason. It was like an entirely new Scott. A big change, and a refreshing one.

But life isn’t always perfect, especially when you’re on an anti-depressant such as Amitriptyline with its many side effects. Luckily for Scott they haven’t been too prominent in his day to day life, and being out of the ring for the past week and a half has allowed for him to ease into the process.

The couple are already at the arena, and seeing as Scott hasn’t been booked AGAIN they have to find something to do while in town. Jessie opted to go shopping; Scott wanted to do anything but. Either way, they were going to go into town for a while. Only problem; Scott has been in the lavatory for over twenty minutes.

Jessie: How much longer are you gonna be? I wanna go now.

A muffled voice replies from behind the toilet door.

Scott: Give me a sec’, I’m almost done.

Jessie: You’ve been in there for nearly half an hour, what are you doing?

Scott: Trying to poop.

Jessie: Thanks for that.

Scott: You wanted to know.

Jessie: Well, what’s the matter? It shouldn’t take you this long to relieve yourself.

The toilet flushes and as he exits the toilet he zips up his pants. Jessie has a look of relief on her face as she sees Scott finally come out.

Jessie: You alright? Seriously?

Scott: Yeah, I think I just ate something that didn’t agree with me. Probably the chicken we had yesterday.

Jessie: Well, that’s odd, because I’m totally fine.

Scott: Well, maybe not the chicken then. Anyway, I’m fine, let’s go.

And with that, Scott and Jessie make their way down the arena corridors to the car park and rush off into the night to explore the city.

Is Scott really ok?

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Jake Steele vs. James Murphy (Credit: Jake Steele)

Phillip Jones: This match is scheduled for one fall!… Introducing first… from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 234 lbs… Jake Steele!!

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

MONEY!

MONEY!

MONEY!

MONEY!

CAKE!

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

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

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

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

Steele looks out to the crowd and continues rapping to the crowd, while Destiny slowly, and seductively gets in the ring, licking her lips while stepping in. Steele waits for her to enter, and walks up the steps, as Destiny helps him in before standing up and walking to the middle of the ring, he extends his healthy arm out and he drops the microphone as the theme music ends.

Maxwell McNally: I wonder if Steele can properly wrestle with that cast on his arm.

Eddie Edison: We’re about to find out!

Phillip Jones: And his opponent… from Enfield, London… James Murphy!

Murphy walks down the ramp, high fiving a few fans to no music. He smiles and slides in the ring, where and Steele trade glares.

*ding, ding, ding*

MATCH BEGINNING
The two members of TME who never once met inside of the ring start the match off simple with a one handed lock up, with Steele keeping his cast strapped arm low to the ground. Murphy takes somewhat of an advantage of a one armed Steele and he knees him in the gut. Steele is sent stumbling back holding his gut, Murphy doesn’t let his Steele recover as he comes in with a elbow to the back of the head! Followed up by lifting Steele up by the face, and striking him with a European Uppercut! Steele goes down as Murphy shakes his head at the not so tough challenge. Murphy then waits for the returning superstar to get up, and as Steele does Murphy comes in with a dropkick!… no, Steele moves just in time! Murphy falls to the mat holding his gut in pain. He gets up and Steele charges at Murphy with Jumping Heel Kick! Murphy goes down as Steele goes for a early cover, to only get a 2 count. Steele picks Murphy up and grabs him with his cast strapped arm and goes for a DDT and hits it! But can’t make the cover due to his arm being in “pain.”

MATCH MID-SECTION
Murphy and Steele are in the corner, where Murphy has the advantage. Murphy smartly holding Steele’s arm, while on top of him in a ten count punch. Murphy is currently on 6 and Steele is trying to break free… Murphy gets to 9 and Steele uses his free arm to punch Murphy in the gut, then pushing him down onto the mat. Steele quickly hops up onto the turnbuckle, and he pats his cast, as if he is going to use it… but instead switches to his opposite arm as Murphy is getting up and he dives off with the Dai-Chan Bomber! Steele quickly covers Murphy there after…

1.….

……2.…..

……kickout!

Steele gets up, brushing his low cut hair down with his hand, and he waits for Murphy to get up, as he pats his knee… signifying his specialty… Murphy gets up and Steele runs for it, but Murphy dodges, Steele doesn’t jump into the air, and stops himself, as he turns around and Murphy catches Steele with the Gunnerdrop! Steele feels the impact and rolls out of the ring, to where he falls on the mat passed out. Murphy looks on as the ref checks to see if Steele is still breathing, and begins the count. 7 seconds pass and Murphy thinks Steele may be trying to throw the match, so he jumps out and picks him up, throwing back in, as Steele still shows no movement. Murphy pins him…

1.…

….2.…

…….KICKOUT!

Murphy bangs his hand against the mat, and takes a deep breath.

MATCH ENDING
Both men lay in the ring passed out from a earlier collision. The ref stands in between and begins to count.

1!

2!

3! Movement by Murphy.

4!

5! The two men both start crawling to opposite sides of the ring, as Steele is up to one foot.

6! Murphy has reached both feet as Steele gets to one.

…

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Segment: Diary of A Mad Black Man (Credit: Jake Steele/Jason Freeman)

The arena is in a silent awe, watching the two men give it their all. Steele is grabbing the ropes for leverage, as Murphy is up and ready to lay Steele out with a Gunnerdrop. Steele is up to his feet as the ref looks on and looks on at Steele, knowing he may be counting a three count in the next minute. The crowd looks on with chants for both Murphy and Steele, and we can see a man in a red suit run down to the arena. He has a cane in his hand, and he jumps onto the apron, getting the refs attention. This mysterious looking man looks to be trying for a interference, but he is not allowed in. Murphy looks on ready to attack the man, when Steele starts to creep behind him, he yells out to Murphy and he smashes him in the face with his cast strapped arm! Murphy falls back, and Steele covers, as the man jumps off of the apron. The ref turns around and pins…

1...

….2.…

……..3!!!

“Cake” by Lloyd Banks begins to play to a change of chorus, from cheers to boos. Steele stands up kissing his cast while showing a evil smile and laughing at the crowd. He walks over to the turnbuckle near the announce table and he motions for a microphone. The stagehand quickly gets up and hands it to him, to where Steele smiles and gets fully in the ring. He walks over to the passed out Murphy, and he gets in his face.

Steele: Murphy my man… truly’ sorry about this, but uhh, you know how the sayin’ go… shit happens. You just picked the wrong place at the wrong time.

Steele gets a huge heel reaction, as the fans launch a chorus of boos directed only at Steele. He looks back again and smiles, as the man in the red suit climbs into the ring. He walks over to Murphy and is handed the microphone by Jake Steele. The man looks down at Murphy and has a serious look on his face.

?: Looks like the saying rings true. Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer. Steele and I watched your ascension to higher status here in ACW and we are not, in the slightest, impressed by your matches. You claim to be a legend in the past, in other organizations but here you have yet to learn the ways of life. The ways that will truly ascend you to the very top. Word of advice James, your evil inside of you… it’s still there, but it’s up to you whether you will release it, or bottle it up and never let the true you escape.

They say the root all evil could be anything, money, sex, drugs, pain… well I say the root of all evil is within me, you, Steele, hell everybody has evil within them, and my plan is to bring out every last drip and drop out of ACW. Because I Am…

The Sinister… Minister.

The crowd reigns with boos as the devilish man laughs with Steele, they continue to laugh over the body of James Murphy until "Ugly" by The Exies hit’s the speakers and catches the attention of Steele, as his rival steps out onto the ramp looking pissed off, and ready to run in and attack Steele, but Jason Freeman remains calm. He actually claps for Steele, as he begins to speak.

Freeman: Wow. That may just be the best acting I’ve seen since Ben Affleck in Pearl Harbor. You truly fooled me… and the entire crowd. Oh, wait… we all knew you were acting you son of a bitch!

You see Steele, I knew from day one, this was all a game, hell since the first time we faced off, I knew you never truly had passion to you. You hid behind others, and when it came down to fighting, you never could back it up. You’re a joke.

The crowd pops for in their eyes the truth, as Steele grabs the microphone from Sinister, and yells into it.

Steele: Aye! You got big talk man.. But did you not forget that I whooped yo’ ass at Spring Inta’ Hell? Oh, oh… that’s what I thought, that night must have slipped ya’ mind. But It’s aight tho, because no less than what you think, my arm was broken man, and Gingerdude knew that, which is why I got time off.

Plus you ain’t got time to worry about me… you should be worryin’ about Reprobate.

Freeman: Who the fuck is Repr-…

Freeman is cut off by the sound of a chairshot bouncing off the back of his skull! The newest member of ACW, Reprobate stands over Freeman’s body, as Steele can be seen clapping at the his plan coming together perfect. Reprobate takes the body Freeman and picks him up, with the chair in his other hand, taking him to the ring, while Sinister demands for Repro to bring him in, and Steele laughs the whole time. Repro throws the body of Freeman in, and slides in with the chair. Steele high fives Repro, and he asks for the chair, to which Repro obliges. Steele tells Sinister to hold him up, and Steele pulls the chair back… !!! Freeman falls back, as blood starts to flow from his head. In the distance, James Murphy rises to his feet, and Sinister waves his hand over to Repro, as he walks over to Murphy, he grabs him by the neck, and drives his neck into the mat with a DDT! The three men look on at the carnage, and Steele picks up a microphone from the mat, he puts it to his mouth and lets the world know what is going on…

Jake Steele: Damn… ya’ll really are weak with no back up, haha yeah, Mainer ain’t here to run in ya’ aid Murphy… and nobody even like you Freeman. Ya’ll suckas is done! You just a bunch of bitches who can’t compete with us!

Sinister grabs the microphone from Steele suddenly and he puts it to his mouth.

Sinister Minister: The true innovators of pain, and style… The creators of the word… impact…

THE IMPACT PLAYERS!!

Sinister raises the two men’s hands into the air, as they dominated over Murphy & Steele. The fans look on in shock, as the segment fades out.

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Segment: Winter – Part 6 (Credit: Nick D)

“The walk has all been cleared by now
Your voice is all I hear somehow”
- “Winter” by Joshua Radin

~!~POW~!~

That was the last thing Nick said before being knocked out by a huge punch to the face from Paul. When he awoke, he was in his bedroom. He stared at the ceiling as the events that occurred play through in his mind again and again. He sees Paul’s fist coming towards his fist, and he feels the spot where he was punched throbbing. He snaps out of the rewind as he hears the door to his bedroom open. He quickly turns to see his brother coming in with a glass of juice. It was a cold one, as the outside of the glass had the cold water dripping down. Nick could use that right now.

Matt:: Here, bro.

Matt hands his younger brother the juice. Nick quickly gulps down half of it. The cold liquid was somewhat refreshing. Nick quickly sets the juice down on the floor.

Silence.

It was broken by Matt, though. Nick looks up as his brother speaks to him.

Matt:: I’m proud of ya, Nick. I’m glad you stood up for her.

Nick: I had to. I couldn’t let her be treated like that. She doesn’t deserve it, Matt. She doesn’t…

Matt:: I know. No one does. I don’t know if you wanna hear this….

Nick: Tell me.

Matt sighs.

Matt:: Fine. Well, I heard the commotion goin’ on outside. When I got out there, I saw you were knocked down on the ground. That Paul kid was standing over you. He kind of crept me out. I ran over to him and knocked him down with a punch, then I saw Emiko’s dad…grab her by the neck…really hard too, and forced her into the out. He also…punched her in the stomach. But she managed to say something. The last words I heard her say were “I Love You, Nick.” I’m sorry, bro…but…I don’t think you’ll be seeing her for a while.

Nick slowly bends down to pick up the glass of juice. He drinks what remains inside, then looks down at the floor. He looks into the glass and sees the ice in it slowly melt away. He loses it, as he throws the glass against the wall. He starts throwing his possessions onto the floor. Matt’s eyes widen. He quickly grabs his brother from behind and gets him in a full nelson lock. Nick quickly tries to squirm out of the hold.

Nick: LET…ME…GO!

Matt:: ( struggling ) NO! Nick! Calm down!

Nick: LET….ME……GO!

Nick breaks down and begins to cry. He had to let it out. He just had to. He stops the struggle and falls down on his knees. Matt doesn’t release him, though.

Nick: ( sobbing ) Let...me go.

Matt does so, and quickly gets on his knees beside his brother. He places his left hand on his brothers back and begins rubbing it up and down.

Matt:: Come on, Nick. Don’t…don’t cry.

This is the first time Nick has cried since his parents had died. He felt as if his heart was ripped out of him, but not only pierced, but taken. He doesn’t feel it inside of him anymore. It’s…it’s gone.

Matt places his head against Nick’s. He feels sorry for his younger brother. Who wouldn’t? The first love of his life since his mother died, taken away from him. Would he ever see her again? Probably not. She would probably be put into a different school. She’d probably never be let outside again. She’d be a prisoner inside that house forever.

Nick gets on his feet. He wipes the tears off of his eyes. There is no more use in crying. Crying would get him nowhere. He exits his room and enters the kitchen. He opens the kitchen closet and grabs the broom and dustpan. He slowly walks back to his room and begins to sweep together the pieces of broken glass. He doesn’t stop until every piece is into one pile. Matt stays there just in case he gets out of control again.

Once Nick finishes piling the glass together, he sweeps all the pieces into the dustpan. Carefully, he takes the broom in one hand, and the dustpan full of glass in the other. He tosses the glass away in the garbage can and places the cleaning utensils away. He slowly walks back to his room. Matt is still in there.

Nick: Get out. I’ll be fine.

Matt:: I can’t.

Nick: Fuck off, Matt. I want to be alone.

Matt:: I can’t leave you a-

Nick: I want to fucking be alone! Is that too much to ask for?!

Matt sighs. Shaking his head in disappointment, he leaves his room hoping that his brother would not turn back into the loner he once was.

Nick: He thinks it’s going to stay like this? He thinks he can prevent us from being together? No…I’m going to get her back…She won’t be taken from me…

To Be Continued...

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Reserved for Segment

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

LOL Alaska
Credit: Jake Cheng

Eight thousand people. Not the largest stadium, but its still a good amount of people. I mean, I didn’t know that many people lived in Alaska. I mean, they could fill that stadium up with just sled dogs. So while the mixed crowd of people and sled dogs wait for the next match, Jake Cheng pops up on the Alphatron to address the crowd.

Jake: Hello ACW

The crowd scream is terror, not noticing the giant face of the dreadlocked Asian man with giant sunglasses over his eyes. But when Jake takes off his sunglasses they begin to boo at the former World Heavyweight Champion. The scenery behind Jake is a little different than you would expect after seeing Alaska: he is on a tropical beach. There is even a beach volleyball game going on behind him, and the women look straight out of Dead or Alive...

Jake: Now as you can tell by the beautiful scenery, amazing weather and abundance of gorgeous women, I am definitely not in or anywhere near Alaska. In fact, I am still in Hawaii, soaking up the sun. The other day, when the rest of the superstars and staff were packing their bags, they all looked so sad because they were leaving the cold for the mid-forties weather of Alaska. And being the smart guy I am, I looked to see if I had a match in Alaska. And I don’t. So there is no point in even going when I can be here. I would like to take a moment to apologize to all the Cheng fans that won’t get to see me in person but-

Boo! Shut up! You suck!...I mean, the crowd shows Jake their disapproval of him.

Jake: Alright, then I won’t apologize. Have fun sitting, probably frozen to your seats, with your Eskimo coats while I lie here checking out all the beautiful women. Wait, I won’t be checking out the beautiful women because none of them are more beautiful than my girlfriend.

Jake smiles nervous and laughs, shifting his eyes over and looking off screen. His smile widens and his laugh gets louder but its doesn’t stop him from getting a smack in the arm. He winces before looking back into the crowd.

Jake: But to all my fans in Edmonton, do not fret, I will be there for Thursday Night Meltdown. Once again, I rather be here on a beach but I will sacrifice relaxation for a shot to kick Danny Mainer’s face in. Because on Thursday there will be a little Omega Effect preview tag match. Two Omega Effect matches, combined into one. It will be The Asian Extraordinaire and...umm...shit, Kirsten who is the other guy?

Kirsten: Ross L-

Jake: Ross Lambert! Against the International Faggo- I mean Champion and James “Who The Hell Am I?” Murphy. Right. So yeah...that’s it. Have fun watching the rest of the show instead of being in the sun and definitely not checking out the babes of Hawa-OW!

Cut To Black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Conflict of Logic (Credit:FSX/BK) - Fallen's view

This truly is the busiest time of year for all, and that won't change despite how much you want it too! With all the excitement radiating through the area, and the knowledge that gumdrop constantly appear in the dreams of children worldwide, it's truly a season to be jolly! Why, it's Omega Effect season! Some might just say that it's the most wonderful time of the year, and they would be right. Then again, for some it's really up in the cards whether or not it will indeed be a time of joy and merriment, or one to be regretted later on due to circumstance. Fallen would be one to meet such a dilemma, and he was questionably the only one to face such a thing. As of late things have been quite grueling and difficult for him, as it does literally seem as if Ginger has taken a very special interest in the Main Event of this years show, allowing Fallen to make his dream appearance only so long as he'll never have to see him again...and at times it appears to of been working. But could such a devilish plan soon become reality? It almost seemed imminent during Meltdown, but all of the sudden things have truly imploded in the Chairman's face! Now rather then look at things as if it's all going his way, it seems to be quite the opposite! Fallen is cheery...he's full of spirit and confidence! As he hums a pleasant tune to himself, the dreadful look of optimism on his face would tell a rather upsetting story! If only Ginger would someone solve this problem...perhaps dealing with another one at the same time..But that couldn't possibly work, could it? As Fallen spent some time waging war with the Artic Vending Machine that made an attempt on his hard earned dollar, a voice in the distance might actually make one assume that things could work out after all..!

??: Some guys can't seem to get lucky, huh?

With a quick turn of his head, Fallen would look to the man that dare interrupt his hopeless task of relaxation. It seems that BK London has wandered over to the scene, and he's ready for action!!! Not against Fallen of course though, no...tonight his eyes are set on the Number One Contenders opponent for Omega Effect. BK planned on proving to the world that he deserved to be in that match as it was, and that he was still to this day the best in the business. But a short detour to taunt the man that could soon hold the belt couldn't hurt, right?

FSX: Well, I guess you have a point. Not to say it's a good one or anything, seeing that only an idiot would let it all ride on simple luck....oh wait....

BK London chuckles to himself.

BK London: Fallen, don't you know your silly remarks won't get if you anywhere here in ACW? If I were you, I'd stop worrying about the vending machine and trying to please these..people..and worry about your match at Omega Effect.

FSX: It's nice to know you're so concerned about every little thing I happen to do with my day, but you might just want to go ahead and worry about your own damn business. After all, you don't want to put up such a pitiful display that Latino utterly embarrasses you, do you?

This triggers something in BK London, just the sound of Latino's name incites rage.

BK London: Whoa whoa whoa, easy there buddy. Just calm down. You talk about me minding your business, you should mind yours - or at least get your facts straight. Boy, Latino is not showing up at Omega Effect - and if he did, I'd make him pay. Just like I'm going to make Sarin pay tonight.

BK London steps closer toward Fallen. clearly trying to appear quite intimidating in his state of rage!

BK London: Take notes kid, because tonight I'm going to show you how to beat an ACW Champion. Be happy that the title isn't on the line, because if it was - you'd have a lot more to worry about at Omega Effect.

FSX: Your cliched lines really do fill me with a fear....of boredom, anyway. I really don't see the point of this conversation anyway, seeing you haven't proved anything to me yet. Besides, it's not like I haven't beat you before or anything. I've beat you time...and time...and time again. So if you want to waste your time trying to get me all riled up and upset over what your going to do to Sarin think again, because the outcome of this match doesn't even matter. No matter what happens I'LL still be the one going on to Main Event Omega Effect, and YOU'LL be the one watching in the back. Time moves on, and you've wasted the last of your chances by now...too bad.

Cold words in such a cold place? This situation is clearly heating up! But could Fallen really be as confident as he appears, or is it all just a show for the cameras at this point? BK seems to think the latter, as not a word said seems to bother him in the slightest. In fact, he almost appears to be somewhat amused from what has been said so far.

BK London: Heh, you keep talking like that Fallen - because those words are going to come back and bite you. I suggest you think twice about winning that match at Omega Effect - because of Sarin doesn't end your career....I will. Get it? Got it? Good.

With the use of a catchphrase that is bound to ring in the heads of many for years to come, it seems quite obvious that Fallen doesn't find a bit of worry from any of this. Why should he? If there was anyone in this locker room that instilled any fear in him at the moment it was Sarin, and for the time being he was viewing her still as a person who couldn't possibly be overcame by sheer force of will. But regardless of this Fallen felt he had what it took to overcome the obstacles, and for the time BK wasn't even on his radar. But if London did someone manage to defeat the champion tonight, it's most likely that everything would change...and even if Fallen would manage to survive, there would be a big threat waiting in the shadows. The thought seemed to enter the back of Fallen's mind as he paused for a moment as he watched BK leave, before he simply shook his head at the thought. That was just ridiculous, after all...right?

If only things were easier...

Fade to black.

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Segment: Conflict of Logic (Credit: BK/FSX) - London's view

It was quite the night for BK London as he walked down the ACW corridor to find himself a refreshment before his match against Sarin tonight. He knew how important this match was tonight in his long term fight with ACW, if he won this match - he'd definitely have the attention of Chairman Gingerdude and the rest of these peons who jump through hoops for him. A smile grew across the face of London, as he anticipated the thought of winning this match and he knew he had to make it a reality tonight.

Speaking of peons however, from down the hall - BK London managed to spot the No.1 Contender for the ACW Championship at Omega Effect IV, Fallen Souls. BK London could relate to him a bit, being that he was in the same spot last year - of course he actually won his Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, but who's keeping score.

London could hardly pass up this opportunity to gloat in the face of Fallen, so he decided to surprise the man who has Seoul.

BK London: Some guys can't seem to get lucky, huh?

Fallen's head quickly sharply turned to see the former two time - count'em - two time ACW Heavyweight Champion standing beside him. He maanaged to comment on his troubles with the vending machine, and possibly even a shot at his Fallen Heroes loss, and maybe a foreshadowing to a possibly bigger loss in the near future.

FSX: Well, I guess you have a point. Not to say it's a good one or anything, seeing that only an idiot would let it all ride on simple luck....oh wait....

BK London chuckles to himself.

BK London: Fallen, don't you know your silly remarks won't get if you anywhere here in ACW? If I were you, I'd stop worrying about the vending machine and trying to please these..people..and worry about your match at Omega Effect.

FSX: It's nice to know you're so concerned about every little thing I happen to do with my day, but you might just want to go ahead and worry about your own damn business. After all, you don't want to put up such a pitiful display that Latino utterly embarrasses you, do you?

This triggers something in BK London, just the sound of Latino's name incites the rage within him. He has been tired of people for the last four days talking to about Latino this and Latino that. There would be no Latino at Omega Effect IV! But rather than go off on him, he takes it in stride.

BK London: Whoa whoa whoa, easy there buddy. Just calm down. You talk about me minding your business, you should mind yours - or at least get your facts straight. Boy, Latino is not showing up at Omega Effect - and if he did, I'd make him pay. Just like I'm going to make Sarin pay tonight.

BK London steps closer toward Fallen, clearly trying to appear quite intimidating in his state of rage!

BK London: Take notes kid, because tonight I'm going to show you how to beat an ACW Champion. Be happy that the title isn't on the line, because if it was - you'd have a lot more to worry about at Omega Effect.

FSX: Your cliched lines really do fill me with a fear....of boredom, anyway. I really don't see the point of this conversation anyway, seeing you haven't proved anything to me yet. Besides, it's not like I haven't beat you before or anything. I've beat you time...and time...and time again. So if you want to waste your time trying to get me all riled up and upset over what your going to do to Sarin think again, because the outcome of this match doesn't even matter. No matter what happens I'LL still be the one going on to Main Event Omega Effect, and YOU'LL be the one watching in the back. Time moves on, and you've wasted the last of your chances by now...too bad.

BK London appears to be taken back by the confidence exuding off of Fallen Souls currently, but in his mind he knew it was a front. He knew that deep inside that confident shell lies the emo kid, who if he loses the match - he'll leave ACW forever and never return. And why? Because he never got to win the big one. It was amusing to BK, such big bark from a little dog.

BK London: Heh, you keep talking like that Fallen - because those words are going to come back and bite you. I suggest you think twice about winning that match at Omega Effect - because of Sarin doesn't end your career....I will. Get it? Got it? Good.

Fallen Souls didn't look the least intimidated by the last few statements, but this didn't worry BK London too much. He knew that if Fallen Souls wasn't intimidated by BK London - he soon would be. He knew that if Fallen Soouls didn't see BK London as a possible World Title contender - he would soon enough. He knew that if Fallen Heroes didn't respect BK London - he would be taught respect, like all the rest. Sarin Rossi was the least of Fallen's troubles, but Fallen didn't see that. BK London pulled up his elbow pad as he continued walking down the hallway, and now he returned his mindset to focusing on Sarin.

Tonight could be an unforgettable night for the ACW Champion...

Fade to black.

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Segment: Semi Finals...And other stuff (Snake & Dan White)

The segment opens up in a dressing room, where Rattlesnake is preparing for the Tag Team Semi Final match against The Dynasty – Jason Freeman and Jonny Hughes. He looks a little pissed off, and this becomes more visible when Dan White bursts through the door.

Rattlesnake: Dude, where the hell have you been over the past few weeks?

Dan looks down on the ground. It’s clear something’s up.

Dan: Oh, that? Um, sorry mate, just got caught up with things…

Rattlesnake: What’s up?

Dan’s silent, but he looks at Snake, feeling he’s gotta tell his tag team partner.

Dan: Well, I was at the medical room, and I got my test results back…

Snake stands up, looking extremely pissed off, and we can almost tell to why.

Rattlesnake: Dude….don’t tell me you got done for drugs. I can NOT be bothered with this…we have such a great opportunity to win those belts, and you go and ruin that chance by shooting yourself up? You’re a fucking disgrace! You’re a-

Dan: Hey, calm down! I’ve not got done for drugs.

A sigh of relief comes from Snake, as he sits back down into a chair.

Rattlesnake: Ah, thank god. I thought you’d screwed me over man. So what happened?

Dan: Well….

He pauses, seeming reluctant to tell. Snake watches on, somewhat concerned.

Dan: …I have Chlamydia.

Snake’s face visibly goes from concerned, slowly into a huge smile. His bottom lip quivers, and it’s only a matter of time before he bursts out with laughter. Dan, however, isn’t impressed.

Dan: Yeah, shut up! I got it from that skank lass in Hawaii! Anyways I blame Gingerdude, he’s the one that didn’t book me on the show! I had nothing better to do!

Snake can still be heard laughing, and Dan sinks his head, knowing that this was the only reaction he could have realistically gotten.

Dan: Fuck off laughing! I’ve already had the treatment, so I probably don’t have it anymore! Anyways, we have a Semi Final match today against Hughes and Freeman. Any ideas on how we’ll win?

Snake’s laughter dies down, and he answers the question.

Rattlesnake: Well…heh, we could just wear both of them down. We’re bigger than them, so we just keep taking out the punishment until they’re no more match for us.

Dan: Meh, it works.

The camera begins to fade, leaving Whitesnake to talk tactics, but before it totally fades, we catch one last bit of dialogue.

Rattlesnake: …Or you could just “clap” them on the head.

Dan: You’re a tosser.

Fade Out.