Monday Night Warfare 14th July 2008

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Monday Night Warfare 14th July 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Mrs. Red vs Gabriel Peters

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Chris Cooley vs. Silencio

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AC Evans vs. Jay Zero

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Dan White vs. Jake Steele

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Kudo Yasuda vs. Scott Andrews vs. Rattlesnake

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All please note: A few people have indicated that they will be sending things late. Therefore there are several placeholders in this show - check back tomorrow and hopefully they will have been filled.

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As Hunter might have put it: Pryo. Fans. Vomit-inducing camera angles. Music. Lights. Camera. Action!

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Opening Segment: I hold the cards now (Credit: BK London)

The show is still fresh from being kicked off, and once the scene fades in from black we see none other than Stephan Russo, formely known as WWE Gamer, sitting in front of a desk. On the other side of the desk is none other than Chairman Gingerdude, who doesn't look too happy with Stephan Russo. A small smirk grows across the face of Russo, as he knows he has Gingerdude exactly where he wants him. At Omega Effect, he put himself ringside anticipating an attack from Gingerdude, and when his plan came to fruition the dollar signs immediately shot up in his head.

Behind Stephan Russo was his group of attorneys. While they weren't exactly the strongest and most intimidating looking people, they weren't people to be messed with. The silence between the two continues for a few moments until Gingerdude makes the first word.

Chairman Gingerdude: Can I interest you in some tea? Maybe some coffee?

Stephan Russo: No thank you, but what you can interest me in is compensation for your unprovoked attack at Omega Effect IV.

Chairman Gingerdude: Ok, let's cut the crap Russo. We all know this isn't just driven by money or compensation for the attack. We all know that you want something more, so why don't you just come out with it?

Stephan Russo: Oh ho ho, you know me quite well - eh Gingie boy? Alright, let's cut to the chase. I want a meeting with your fellow Board of Directors..

Chairman Gingerdude: You want a WHAT?! Why?

Russo now sits upright in his chair, and approaches Ginger a bit closer.

Stephan Russo: ...because I'm gunning for your job.

That statement hits Ginger harder than anything Russo has said about him or ACW since he has return. For the past four years Gingerdude has sailed this ACW ship through the storm to much brighter days, and now the man who he put out of business is looking to do the same thing to him. He stares across at the sinister smile of Russo and then strikes back.

Chairman Gingerdude: No.

Stephan Russo: No?!

Chairman Gingerdude: That's right, no.

Stephan Russo: Fine. But you know what? I'm giving you a choice. You can either give me a meeting with the board of directors, or I can sue this company for all it's worth and end ACW once and for all. You make the decision.

Stephan Russo rises up from the seat and exits the room with his gang of attorneys trailing right behind him. Gingerdude is left with quite the ultimatum on his hands, does he risk his job? or does he risk the state of ACW?

Fade Out.

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Segment: A bit about Chris Chase (Credit: Chris Chase)

May 11, 2005

The scene opens up on to a street in Compton, Los Angeles at around midnight. The moon is shining brightly as we can see it is in a rundown part of the city and the road is fairly empty with only a few pedestrians and cars. Garbage can be seen littered around the sidewalk as the camera zooms in on one particular man, and on closer look it is Chris Chase, when he was 18 years old, still muscular but just a bit younger. He is walking down the sidewalk wearing a orange-red t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Chris then turns right and walks down an alleyway, not caring about anyone surprise attacking him. The alleyway has garbage littered all around it and a dumpster to the side. Chris passes the dumpster and continues to walk down the alleyway as he doesn't see someone spring out from behind the dumpster. The figure walks up behind Chris and Chris continues to walk, not knowing that someone is behind him as the figure says.

Unknown figure: Gimme all your money!

Chris Chase turns around to see a guy around the age of 20 with a pistol in his hand that is pointed at Chris. The man is of Latin heritage and is wearing a bandana on his head with a pair of torn blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

Mugger: I said, gimme all your money.

The Mugger cocks his gun at Chris, who looks like he isn't intimidated by the mugger. The mugger is about 2 feet away, motioning for the money, as Chris decides to take action. Chris kicks the gun away from the mugger before unloading a right hand, square to the nose of the mugger. The mugger stumbles back holding his nose and Chris looks like he isn't done. Chris Chase grabs the collar of the mugger's t-shirt and lifts him up in the air before throwing him into the brick wall of the alleyway. The mugger's head ricochets off the wall as Chris hasn't released his hold on the mugger's collar. Chris then viciously throws the mugger into the other way of the alleyway and the mugger goes back first into the wall. Blood can be seen pouring out of the back of the head of the mugger as he lies there motionless, not moving at all. Chris has a smirk on his face as he walks over to where the mugger dropped the gun. Chris picks it up, and begins admiring it, before looking up as he sees a policeman who is in shock at what he has witnessed. The policeman has a fresh cup of coffee in his hand as he is on his break and it appears that the cop only saw Chris manhandling the mugger. Chris is in shock at the sight of the policeman as he mutters

Chris Chase: Oh fuck.

Chris Chase lifts his arms up and drops the gun as the policeman throws his coffee away in a nearby garbage can before going to arrest Chris. The policeman puts the cuffs around the hands of Chris Chase before escorting him to a nearby police car. Chris has a scared look on his face as he enters the police car. The policeman then goes into the car as well and the police car drives off as the scene fades.

May 14, 2005.

The scene opens up inside a courtroom where we see around 15-20 people there. Chris Chase is sitting at one table with his lawyer beside him and at the plaintiff's table is the man who tried to mug Chris, sitting in a wheelchair, and his lawyer. The court session is already under way and now it is time for the judge's verdict.

Judge: Judging by all the information that has been presented today, with the policeman being an eye witness to the assault and seeing that the plaintiff is now paralyzed from the neck down. The defendant is guilty and is sentenced to 2 years in jail for assault!

The Judge bangs the gavel, making the sentence official as Chris Chase sags his head in sadness while his parents, who are two rows behind him, just get up and walk away, showing no emotion. Chris continues to sit there in sadness as the police escort the young man away and the scene fades.

August 2, 2005

The scene opens up inside a prison cell in Los Angeles. The prison cell is occupied by Chris Chase who has been in prison for a few months now, but still has a while to go before getting released.. Chris is still in a depressed and angry state as he sits on the bottom of the bunk bed, as his cell mate, a man around the age of 26, and about 6'5, comes down from the top bunk, looking to cheer up Chris.

Cell Mate: Instead of sitting around here, sulking, why don't you do something more productive?

Chris Chase: Like what Mike? We can't do anything here.

Mike: Well, every few months there's a day where we can get out of the cell and watch a bunch of prisoners go against each other in an unsanctioned fight where everything is allowed, except low blows.

Chris Chase: So we get to watch other prisoners fight, for what?

Mike: Entertainment, but you can also fight and gain a reputation as the "top dog." So, want to watch?

Chris Chase: Fine, I've got nothing better to do.

Mike and Chris exit the cell and walk over towards the area where the fights are taking place. They pass by several cells, which are empty of in-mates as they all are most likely watching the fight. Mike and Chris approach the area as the fight has already started. The prisoners have provided a circle for the fighters. One of the two men who are fighting is around 6'2, but quite muscular while the other man is 6'4, but not as muscular as the other fighter. Both men circle each other before the man who is 6'2 and wearing a pair of red shorts goes for a flying right hand, but gets knocked down with a vicious elbow to the jaw. He just lies there, knocked out as the fight is already over.

Mike: You see the winner? His name is Jack and he has been undefeated in all of these fights. No one has even come close to beating him.

Chris Chase: I'll give it a shot then.

The 6 feet 2 man is dragged from the "ring" as the winner, Jack, stands there cockily, wondering who his next victim will be.

Jack: Who else wants to get knocked out like this guy?

Chris Chase then goes through the crowd and steps into the circle, challenging Jack.

Jack: So you want a piece of me? Just get ready to be knocked out, punk.

Chris and Jack circle each other as both men wait for their opponent to make the first move. A right hand is delivered by Chris, who misses as Jack tries to capitalize with a right hook of his own. But instead, he gets grabbed by the throat, and thrown away with one hand by Chris. Jack lands halfway across the ring as all the other prisoners are amazed by how Chris manhandled him. Jack is quick to get on to his feet and he runs at Chris with a flying right hand, but he nearly gets decapitated with a Clothesline of sorts by Chris. The move causes Jack to land on the concrete, knocked out cold as Chris is the first man ever to defeat him. All the prisoners are cheering as the scene comes to a fade.

May 14, 2007.

The scene opens up outside of the prison where Chris Chase has spent the last 2 years of his life. Chris has developed into a man who will break people into two if they piss him off. We see Chris walking out of the prison, ready to get back into the world, but with no one to help him along the way. Chris is forced to look around on his own, but he has a job in mind, to become a wrestler. In prison, he decimated everyone that fought him and he thought it would be fitting to become a professional wrestler. He continues walking down the street, aimlessly, until he somehow finds a wrestling school. Chris looks up at the sign that reads "Michael's Wrestling School." He decides to walk in and all around he sees people getting trained by a variety of teachers. As Chris continues to look around, he is approached by a man who looks to be around the age of 45, but still in great shape.

Man: Hey there, how can I help you?

Chris Chase: I was wondering if I could enroll into this school?

Man: You're talking to the right man about it then. I'm Michael, the owner of this wrestling school.

Chris Chase: I'm Chris Chase.

Both men shake hands before resuming their conversation.

Michael: Now tell me Chris, do you have any previous fighting experience?

Chris Chase: A bit, but not that much.

Michael: Well, do you have any money so that you can enroll in the classes?

Chris Chase: That's the problem..

Michael: Hm, you seem like someone with a lot of potential. Look, this is what I'll do. I'll let you pay me every 2 months, so you'll have to find a job on the side as well.

Chris Chase: Sure, that's fine with me.

The scene fades as Chris Chase gets ready for his first of many lessons from Mike.

A year later, Chris has finished wrestling school and been a regular in the independent circuit. He has been known as a man who shows no remorse, shows no fear, and shows no mercy. A man who will destroy anyone in his path if needed and a man who will stop at nothing to go to the top. Now, Chris isn't satisfied with the independent circuit, he wants to join a wrestling federation which is famous and one of the best. Chris Chase applied for ACW, and he has come for one reason, to make it to the top, regardless of who he has to defeat, or team up with.

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Segment: Mile High Club Sandwich (Credit: Train and Freeman)

Freeman! Once again should be doing something else but insists on playing Call of Duty 4. He has been in the Senatorial Stable locker room for hours trying to get the "Mile High Club" Achievement. However, he is not alone as about 5 minutes prior to this Train entered and began making himself a sandwich. After failing to get the achievement for a 50th time he contemplates giving up. He leans back in his chair and lets out a giant sigh. Train, holding his sandwich sits next to him, much to Freeman's dismay.

Train: What'cha doing? *Bite*

Freeman: Playing Call of Duty 4...

Train: Ohhhhhhh....Can I watch?

Freeman: Sure, whatever.....I'm only going to try this one more time.

He begins the level and starts shooting baddies. He is able to breeze through much of the level with ease. However, the sixty second time limit is starting to wear on him and he gets really into it. His eyes get locked onto the screen. Train sits quietly next to him eating away at his sandwich. Freeman is now at the end of the stage, the hardest part. He must line up his shot with an enemy who is holding a hostage. He has to line this up just perfectly in order for him to win the level. All of his work is leading up to this.

Train, on the other hand, is sitting in a pause. His mouth is open watching this. But, as Freeman is lining up the shot, Train sneezes and throws his sandwich behind the TV. In a scramble, Train jumps up and rushes behind the TV. Freeman lines up the shot and he pulls the trigger.

BAM

The TV turns off as well as the Xbox. Freeman looks shocked and drops the controller to his feet. He is shaking and points his arm to Train, who is standing up eating his dusty sandwich with a big smile on his face.

Train: ^_^. Nothing like a good sandwich, eh Freeman?

Freeman: You...you...you turned off my game....I'll kill you.

Train: Heh, calm down there Freeman.

Freeman jumps up and runs to Train. He begins choking him causing Train to drop the sandwich. Train gets angry from this and starts punching on Freeman. The two start fighting all over the room, slamming into the walls. Breaking chairs and the couch. However, the fight doesn't last long in the room as they even break the door down and begin brawling in the hallway. Into crates along the walls and into crew members. Train grabs Freeman's hair and tosses him down the hall. Freeman retaliates by smacking Train with a steel rod he finds in a box. Train grabs his stomach and Freeman throws him into the box with the rest of the rods. Freeman falls to his knees but gets back up and continues to move down the hall. Train, still dazed, follows after Freeman and kicks him in the stomach. He takes a clipboard from a nearby crew member and breaks it over Freeman's back. He stumbles toward a door in front of him.

Train bursts through a door with Freeman right behind him. Freeman, with a second wind, takes Train's head and smashes him into a cart. Train starts walking away but Freeman catches up and clotheslines him. Freeman starts stomping away at Train but Train grabs his foot and trips him. Train then crawls away down another hallway and opens a door into...a pool area?

Alright then, Train, looking confused, shrugs then searches for the diving board and begins to jog toward it. Freeman kicks open the door shortly after and looks for Train. He sees him climbing the diving boards and follows after. Various people in the pool begin to get out and watch the two men climb. Once Train reaches the top of the high dive he looks down to see Freeman climbing up after him.

Freeman: HERE'S FREEMAN!

Train has no other choice but to jump, when his fear of heights kicks in. He slowly approaches the edge as Freeman reaches the top. Freeman runs at him and spears him from the top of the high board.

SPLASH!

Both men go crashing into the pool. Train looks to be knocked out. Freeman surfaces first and climbs out of the pool. After his fury of rage he realizes what he has done and his expression goes from a smirk to a look of fear. Train starts to move and Freeman uses this opportunity to get up and run away. Train swims toward the edge of the pool and climbs up. He wrings out his shirt then continues chasing Freeman.

Train: FREEMAN! I'M GONNA GET YOU!

Fade.

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Shall we dance? (credit: Henry McKaye)

Henry McKaye prided himself on being a professional in all aspects of his life. He was punctual, reliable, and self-sufficient when given a job or an assignment to complete which made him a successful second-in-command to The Eyes of Apocalypse. He pushed Johann Kroenen’s agenda as well as taking Ravage and Ratt under his wing and guiding the younger wrestling prodigies closer towards perfection. For two years, the fearsome foursome held WXW hostage as they commanded each division with an iron fist. Kroenen had held the World Heavyweight Title for 9 months, Ratt and Ravage were inching closer and closer to the tag straps, and Henry had held the Light Heavyweight title for a record setting 16 months. However, all good things must come to an end.

Henry McKaye walked out of the German arena with his suitcase packed and his plane tickets in hand for his long flight back to the US. His bones ached, as did his forehead which was stitched and bandaged up from his last match for WXW, a match that had little to no emotional impact on him. “God of War” Henry McKaye put the strap up against a young man named Eli Krauss - a young man who stood no chance in hell against the world traveled veteran. So, in front of a sold out crowd in Munich, the record setting title reign was endangered once more. The Germans despised Henry and everything his stable represented. They commanded each division that they were in and they made sure that they were always the highest paid wrestlers in the company… usually at the expense of other things. More times than not, the money for concessions, ring repairs, or seating arrangements were used to further line the wallet of the Eyes of Apocalypse. So, after the entrances were made and the ring announcer did the introductions, the opening bell began and Krauss brought the fight right to the God of War.

Krauss was on McKaye like Velcro as he peppered the God of War with a flurry of forearm strikes before whipping him to the ropes and nailing him with a huge dropkick. The fans in attendance, who came into the match thinking Krauss had no shot in hell of taking the title from McKaye, were on their feet cheering for the first man in WXW history who looked like he had a legit chance of taking the fight to the Eyes of Apocalypse. Their cheers were soon sucked out of them like oxygen in a vacuum when Henry turned it around in his favor with a thunderous open-palmed chop to the side of the youngster’s neck. From that point on, Henry dissected Krauss like a high school biology class frog for the majority of the match. Submissions, well-placed strikes; all performed with breathtaking elegance and pure cruelty. Henry, made one fatal flaw, Krauss’ spirit could not be shattered that night in front of his hometown. So, as Henry hooked Eli up for his Contrecoup, Eli quickly grabbed Henry’s ankles and rolled him up with a Victory Roll variation for the three!

As the bell rang and his opponent’s music played, there weren’t any tearful farewells for Henry… not after all he had done in WXW. No, Henry stayed true to his motto, “In like a lion… out like a lamb.” Henry was aware his time with the company was over with once he signed his name to an ACW contract, but he fully realized it when his light heavyweight strap was handed over to the young underdog. So, Henry looked across the ring to the young lion who ended his reign and gave him a small smirk and a middle finger for his hard fought victory.

As Henry moved towards the cab that was waiting for him, Johann Kroenen stepped out of seemingly nowhere to block his path. Kroenen, standing a staggering 6’7” and weighing around 280lbs, moved astonishing quick for a larger man and could always catch Henry off guard. Henry’s former leader looked down at him with a coy smirk inside of the meticulously trimmed goatee on his face as he put his hands on the hips of his tailor-made pants.

Kroenen: So… Mr. McKaye, this is truly your last hurrah?

Henry studied Kroenen’s posture and demeanor carefully as he slowly digested the condescending tone that was practically spat in his face with a thick German accent. Obviously, “the Death God” was not particularly happy with Henry’s decision to return to the United States. So, as a peace offering, Henry dropped his luggage and placed his arms behind his back like a soldier. Henry addressed his former leader in a matching condescending tone.

McKaye: I wouldn’t say a “hurrah” so much as a “farewell.”

Kroenen glared down at his former soldier, but quickly transformed his expression to the eccentric, nonchalant features that he was famous for. The larger man quietly circled Henry, looking him up and down, as he placed his hands into the formal vest that tightly hugged his frame.

Kroenen: That was some “farewell” then, eh, friend? Losing your title and streak to a white-meat nobody who couldn’t have possibly been wrestling for more than 4 years… wow, I must say, Mr. McKaye, you certainly have an interesting fashion of leaving. Spending your time filming videos for that American company... showing up late to the show tonight... telling Ratt and Ravage to stay backstage during your match... I’d go as far to say that you intentionally laid down to make the EOA look like a joke.

McKaye: That’s bullshit and you know it, Johann! Even if I wasn’t pinned by that joke tonight, WXW would strip me of the Light Heavyweight title on my way out the door. There was nothing to gain tonight and nothing to lose for me!

Kroenen smugly grinned as he removed his top hat and fanned his face with it. He got Henry hot and now was mocking him for his own amusement.

Kroenen: Well, Mr. McKaye, that begs me to ask why you’re leaving in the first place? Have we not been courteous hosts? In fact, if I remember correctly, I MADE you what you are today. When you first washed up here, you were just another bland American who got lost in the shuffle until I expressed my interest in your talents. I made you my God of War and together we found our Gods of Conquest and Pestilence. Together, we raised to dominance here and took the company into our control in the matter of months! How could you turn your back on all of that power and control?! How can you turn your back on your own creation?!

Henry grinned at Kroenen before bending over to pick up his suitcase and advance towards the cab. Kroenen, seeing this as a sign of disrespect, grabbed Henry by the shoulder and forcibly turned him around to face him as he wrapped his manicured hands in Henry’s black t-shirt. The charming façade had been broken by one of the few men that could break it.

McKaye: Easy, Johann… surely you could understand that when someone puts a financially pleasant offer on the table, you’d be an idiot to turn it down. Besides, I’m bored of WXW! These people… they know what I’m capable of… it’s not fun to run amok here anymore. Taking control is fun… keeping control is uneventful. Germany knows to be afraid… but America… it’s new market to hit, rape, and pillage for all it’s worth.

Johann grunted as he released his hold on Henry’s shirt and slapped his heavy hands on Henry’s shoulders.

Kroenen: I’d be lying if I said I didn’t agree with you, friend, but why lose everything you have for something you may fail at?

Henry looked up at the piercing eyes of Kroenen and smiled. Sacrifice was something Henry knew a little bit about, in fact his partnership with Johann cost him much more than he could ever hope to gain back. Friends, love, a family… it was worth losing if it meant that Henry could grow stronger or gain more power. So, with a small shrug, Henry patted his friend on the shoulder and turned towards the cab. This time, Johann made no attempts to stop him or talk him out of going. He said only one more thing to Henry before heading back inside the arena:

Kroenen: You are dead to me, Mr. McKaye. When the day comes for you to return, don’t be surprised if I’m the one that destroys you.

No one turned their back on Johann Kroenen, and when they did Kroenen made them suffer. Henry knew this well because he was usually the one sent to punish the men that betrayed the Death God. Oh well, Henry turned his back on people who meant much more to him than an overgrown community actor. He had larger fish to fry… bigger paychecks to cash… and another organization to lead into oblivion. So, after tossing his luggage in the trunk of the cab, he sped off to the airport which would take him to his destiny in America.

Fade.

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Match 1: Mrs. Red vs Gabriel Peters (Credit: Mr. Red)

The unfamiliar tune of "Low" by Flo Rida ft T Pain hits the speakers and Mrs. Red comes out to a good ovation. She dances her way to the ring, slapping hands with fans on the way. She slides into the ring and seductively poses on each of the turnbuckles for the crowd. Mrs. Red doesn't understand why Mr. Red booked this match. She knows that Gabriel Peters has a dislike for the wife of Mr. Red.

"The End is Near" hits as Gabriel Peters walks out onto the stage. He walks toward the ring while glaring in at Mrs. Red. He rubs his hands together while chuckling to himself. He slides into the ring and immediately instructs the ref to ring the bell.

The bell rings and both combatants lock up. Peters easily overpowers Mrs. Red into the corner. He lets go and takes a step back. Gabriel delivers a vicious slap to her face that spins her around and causes her to collapse to the mat. He delivers a few more stomps as more unfamiliar music hits the speakers.

"Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns n Roses begins to play and Mr. Red emerges onto the stage. Gabriel delivers a final stomp to Mrs. Red and turns his attention to the ramp. Mr. Red walks down the ramp.

Red: What are you stopping for? Get back on it.

Gabriel grins and turns into a dropkick from Mrs. Red. She walks to the ropes and glares out at her husband.

Mrs. Red: What are you doing?

Red: I'm trying to teach you a lesson.

Mr. Red hops up onto the apron and gets into the face of his wife. Mrs. Red glances over her shoulder in time to see Peters closing in at full speed. She ducks and steps aside. Gabriel crashes into Mr. Red and sends him sailing off the apron to the floor outside. Mrs. Red quickly rolls up Peters.

1..

2..

3.

Mrs. Red gets a quick and easy three count on Peters, who sits up and screams out in disbelief.

Mrs. Red poses on the corners, celebrating her victory as Mr. Red stares up at her. Gabriel Peters pulls Mrs. Red off of a turnbuckle and locks his Deadly Vice submission tightly. Mr. Red walks up to the apron and shouts in at Mrs. Red. He never hears footsteps coming down the ramp. He does glance over in time to see Senator Steve Phillips slide into the ring, heading after Peters. Gabriel releases his hold on Mrs. Red and races out of the ring, leaps the barrier to the crowd, and disappears.

Phillips kneels down next to Mrs. Red to check on her status. He looks outside the ring at Mr. Red, who is backing up the ramp. Mr. Red has a look of confusion on his face as "Hail to the Chief" begins to play. The Senator gallantly offers an outstretched arm to the wife of the Red's Only Fan, and she accepts it, leaping back up to her feet.

Mr. Red looks incensed as Phillips graciously sits on the ropes, letting Mrs. Red through, keeping a steely gaze on the aggrevated husband the entire time...what will become of this development? Only time will tell.

Fade Out.

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Segment: It's all about the W's.
Credit: Zero

As if the sun were rising at an incredible pace, the scene quickly becomes filled with light and within moments every fan of ACW finds themselves that much closer to the locker rooms in the backstage area where Jay Zero is standing by with Charlotte King.

Charlotte King :: Good evening! Charlotte King here standing alongside the self proclaimed "Perfect Ten" Jay Zero! How are you tonight Jay?

Zero :: Whoa whoa -- self proclaimed? Please Charlotte baby you don't have to change your feelings just to act professional! You and I both know that Jay Zero is and always will be a perfect ten! [/color]

Charlotte rolls her eyes when Zero is not paying attention to her.

Zero :: --But to answer your question Charlotte baby, Jay Z's doing good! I mean, what's there to complain about? Heh, I mean... When you got looks like these, there really ain't much to complain about! [/color]

Charlotte King :: ....Right. Well -- what about A.C. Evans?

Zero :: --Yeah... what about him? [/color]

Charlotte King :: Well last Thursday you randomly challenged him to a match in singles competition -- yet, when the going got rough, you seemed to take the cowards way out.

Zero :: Wait, what? [/color]

His eyes open wide as he swings his head back to look directly into Charlotte's eyes. He quickly flips his hair back, allowing her to see his as well.

Zero :: I'm sick of hearing you people claim that Zero took the easy way out of it! JAY ZERO IS NOT A COWARD! [/color]

Charlotte King :: Well, of course taking a steel chair, a foreign object into the match and laying out your opponent isn't all fair game!

Zero :: Charlotte! It is not...my...fault that Referee Keiji Makabe was knocked down! It's not my fault that Ace happened to land with my arm in-between his legs! And it's not my fault that Ace previously brought a chair out into the mix! Seeing as how he was the one that took the time to bring it out, then it's only fair if he's the one that is punished for it! [/color]

The crowd from ringside boo the ideals coming from Jay Zero's complex mind.

Zero :: So dear -- using that "foreign object" WAS all in fair game! [/color]

Charlotte King :: If you say so. Now we know that you were the one who picked up the win from tha--

Zero *Interuppting* :: You're damn right it was Zero that got the win! [/color]

Charlotte looks at Jay and pauses -- waiting for her turn to talk...

Charlotte King :: .....We know that you were the one to come out victorious, but what do you think about A.C Evans challenging you to a rematch here tonight?

Zero :: What do I think? I think its nothing but a complete waste of my time! [/color]

Charlotte King :: And why would you say that? He's a very tenacious young athlete looking to prove himself!

Zero :: Yeah well Jay Zero went through the same thing and let me tell you! If this kid keeps having to face me over and over and over again! He's just going to get up and walk right out of this business! [/color]

Charlotte King :: --What?

Zero :: See when Zero started here, he made himself known quick! He pulled off the wins back to back and he stole hearts right out from the gate! This kid -- pft, he's ruining his own career by requesting another loss against greatness! [/color]

The jeers are heard once again as they begin to build louder.

Charlotte King :: So you obviously think this is going to be a walk in the park?

Zero :: Think? Please -- I know so Charlotte baby! But other than that, I suppose it's not a COMPLETE waste of my time.... See Charlotte, a wins a win! And Jay Zero -- Heh... Zero is ALWAYS Hungry! [/color]

Boooo! Catch phrase infringement! A "We Want Train!" chant starts up as Jay pauses after the line.

Zero :: ....for the wins! [/color]

"Booooo"

Arrogantly, Zero laughs while he listens to the crowd. He puckers his lips and motions a "kiss" to Charlotte before marching off into the distance and off the scene. The camera slowly zooms out when Charlotte sighs and shakes her head before rolling her eyes as the scene cuts to black.

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Segment: Ice Sculptures, Titles, and Singers - Oh My (Credit: BK London)

As the scene fades in from black, we immediately cut to a shot of BK London adjusting his bowtie in the mirror. There is a big celebration tonight with the reunion of Top Draw, and he's certainly dressed to impress in a tuxedo that would make even James Bond jealous. It's well documented that BK London has always been the type of guy who loves having celebrations, with probably 6 BK London Appreciation Nights under his belt already.

With this celebration in mind however, there's still one thing on the mind of the four year veteran - the ACW Heavyweight Championship currently held by one Fallen Souls. He has a contract with a guaranteed title shot under his belt, and it's all up to him to pick the time, place, and the match. While this isn't exactly Money in the Bank, he's definitely looking for this match to favor him in every way possible.

With the ACW Championship on his mind, he hears a light knock at the door and it's none other than Stephan Russo who decides to make his way into the room.

BK London: Russo, how are you feeling?

Stephan Russo: How am I feeling? I'm feeling incredible. I tell you BK London, this plan is going to work like a charm. In no time I'm going to have my revenge, and in no time we're going to be on top once again..

BK London: That's good to hear. Did you call everyone?

Stephan Russo: You know I did.

BK London: The catering?

Stephan Russo: Yup.

BK London: The security?

Stephan Russo: Of course..

BK London: The 10 foot tall ice sculpture of Jake and I winning the Tag Team Champions?

Stephan Russo: It's still in the large 15 foot high dry ice freezer in the parking lot.

BK London: Peaches & Herb?

Stephan Russo: ...umm...

BK London hears the trepidation in Russo's voice with that last statement, and he takes his focus off buttoning his vest and turns towards his agent.

BK London: .....Peaches & Herb?!

Stephan Russo: About that, well you see - Peaches & Herb are no longer together BK...

BK London: Well reunite them! Isn't this what tonight is supposed to be all about? Have they learned nothing from the companionship and unity that Jake and I have established over the past few days?!

Stephan Russo: BK, Peaches has been dead for about 3 years now.

BK London: Excuses..excuses..excuses...

Stephan Russo: BUT, I've got quite the replacement. I've got Mariah Carey coming in, and she will perform "We Belong Together"...

BK London: ....this is a party Russo! Not a reunion! Get me Lupe Fiasco and Matthew Santos, and I want them tonight. I'll be in make up, and I want to see them TONIGHT!

BK London walks off camera and Stephan Russo is left alone in the shot, a bit sadder than his joyous attitude when this segment started off. Suddenly, Mariah Carey walks into the locker room behind Russo without him even turning around to look.

Mariah Carey: Should I come in now?

Stephan Russo: ...no, no...forget it.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Bittersweet Reunion (Credit: Silencio)

We see Charlotte King walking in the ACW Arena, looking for someone. Ms.King seems to be in a hurry as she seems like she is trying not to panic

CHARLOTTE KING: Come on! We're late!

Ms.King hurries and makes her way to a locker room. That locker room is labeled "DIVINE HERESY LOCKER ROOM: KNOCK FIRST"

CHARLOTTE KING: He said he was in here.

Charlotte and the camera man enter the room as she stops right at the entrance. The locker room is very dark and damp, with a feeling of depression as Charlotte seems scared to even enter the room.

: You're late...15 minutes and 52 seconds late.

CHARLOTTE KING: S-S-Sss...sorry, I was j-just told that we needed an interview...

Charlotte leans into the locker room

CHARLOTTE KING: C-can I turn on the lights?

: Sure...

Charlotte turns on the light inside the room as we see Silencio, in full wrestling gear, looking down at the floor with a black towel over his head, as if he he is embarrassed, or depressed. Charlotte walks over to Silencio as she places the microphone to her mouth

CHARLOTTE KING: Silencio, everyone's been wanting to know...why are you....uh...why are y-you....

Silencio fiercely takes the towel off his head as we see Silencio's face. Silencio has blood shot eyes and seems in no mood for an interview.

SILENCIO: Why am I WHAT? What are YOU trying to say to me Charlotte!?

Charlotte seems scared to death as Silencio angrily makes his way right in front of her. Charlotte seems to be holding back tears as Silencio senses her fear.

SILENCIO: Go ahead Charlotte, CRY. Let the tears flow from your eyes and let them fall to the ground. You SEE, the reason WHY I aligned myself with Jake Steele and Chris Chase is SIMPLE, so simple that even YOU would understand. The three of us, together, we're UNSTOPPABLE. Senatorial Stable? They'd die by our hands. Maine Event? Do make me laugh.

CHARLOTTE KING: Tha-th-t-that's not what I wanted to ask you Silencio...

Silencio seems confused. Silencio leans right to Charlotte's face

SILENCIO: So just WHAT, are you trying to ask me?

CHARLOTTE KING: What...what happened to you? What...happened to Hildalgo and Tiny? Why are you....

Charlotte refrains from finishing what she was gonna say, but Silencio knows what she was gonna say and simply cracks a smile and leans away from Charlotte

SILENCIO: What happens to me is NONE of your business....Tiny and Hildalgo?

Silencio looks around the room and looks back at Charlotte

SILENCIO:: Dead.

Charlotte's expression changes from fear to shock

CHARLOTTE KING: Dead!? How?

Silencio cracks a sick looking smile as he walks away from Charlotte and walks out of the Divine Heresy locker room

None of your fucking business!

FIN

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“Dysfunctional Family”
Credit: The Senatorial Stable

[It has been quite a while since Thunderkiss has graced the Senatorial Stable locker room, but on an invite that is about to change. Today, Senator Steve Phillips has called his troops home in an effort to reorganize them, for the umpteenth time. While this version of the Stable has firepower that easily rivals past incarnations, they certainly lack one factor that matters greatly for any well oiled unit, chemistry. As our Jason Freeman, Jonny Hughes, Thunder Train, and the Capitalists begin to file in, it doesn’t take long for the Senator to be reminded of this fact.]

The Senator: Greetings, one and all, to this latest edition of the most exclusive club meeting in ACW! Please, my friends, take a seat.

[The empty benches soon become filled with the backsides of some of the greatest talent in the business today. However, there is one very conspicuous empty space and it doesn’t take long for everyone to figure out who it belongs to.]

Jason Freeman *whispering*: See, I told you he was going to leave.

Jonny Hughes *whispering*: Good riddance to bad rubbish I say. Looks like I owe 20 bucks.

Senator: Well, I guess we shall begin. Needless to say that Omega Effect was not kind to most of us now residing in this room. However, before we -

[The Senator stops mid speech as something grabs his tongue. As his eyes fixate themselfs upon the doorway, everyone else soon follow suit and what they see causes yet another commotion.]

Thunderkiss: Sorry we are late everyone.

[glow=red,2,300]“Must we really be here? Phillips is such a tool.”[/glow]
Thunderkiss: Oh come on, Steve is not a bad guy. He was there for us when no one else was.

[Thunderkiss takes a seat next to the Train who is now accustomed to his daily conversations with himself. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for his Stable cohorts and the whispers continue.]

Jonny Hughes *whispering*: See, I told you he is talking to himself now. He’s a complete nutter.

Jason Freeman *whispering/laughing*: I guess when you lose your girlfriend you just have to make up an imaginary one. Gotta give him credit for being creative!

[Freeman’s voice isn’t as low as he thinks it is and his comments draw immediately draw TK’s attention. Leaning forward to where Freeman and Hughes reside, Thunderkiss calls Jason out on his statement.]

Thunderkiss: Is there a problem?

Jason Freeman: No, not at all TK! Good to see you, man!

[Freeman turns and looks at Hughes and shoves his index finger up his mouth to display a “gagging” gesture to Hughes. Jonny returns Freeman’s effort with a chuckle.]

Senator: Yes, Thunderkiss, we are all quite pleased to see you made it here, safe and sound. The Stable is a unified group, and when we stand together, as different as we all are, we still can strengthen each other.

Thunder Train *whispering*: What kept you?

Thunderkiss *whispering*: I came across a few members of the staff that were impure. I had to cleanse them. They are better now. Much better.

Jason Freeman*whispering to Hughes*: Listen to him. He’s such a freak!

[Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, shame on him and TK is not a man to be shamed. Freeman is lifted straight up off his chair and impaled into a nearby wall. With his finger’s bearing down on Freeman’s neck, TK is sending a very clear message to his Senatorial Stable cohort.]

Jason Freeman: *GACK*

Thunderkiss: We are sick of your attitude.

Jason Freeman: Get off of me!

Thunderkiss: Change it.

[Thunderkiss releases his grip and Freeman’s feet find themself on the floor once more. Hughes shoves Thunder Train back and stands near Freeman as a guard, fists ready to strike. This ordeal draws the Senator’s ire who, in the simplest terms, grows sick and tired of his bickering.]

Senator: ENOUGH! I will not have any member of this revered Stable tarnishing its name with crass behavior such as this! Did you not hear what I had just finished stating? My words went right over the whole lot of you! Now then, if you must quarrel, it is a long standing tradition that if any member of this stable has an issue with someone else that they conduct their business in the ring. Until each of you settles your differences with one another like men, then you are no longer welcome in this locker room.

[All four men take heed of Phillips’s demand and begin to file out of the locker room, exchanging unpleasantries with one another with every step.]

Thunder Train: We’ll see you soon.

Jonny Hughes: Oh, you can bet on it. Make sure you bring that big freak show with you, too.

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Chris Cooley vs. Silencio (Credit: Danny Mainer)

Match will be posted upon receipt.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“Who Ya Gonna Call?”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss

[To see peculiar sights backstage during ACW events is as common place as the sun rising in the morning, but once in a great while an event happens that causes more than its fair share of eyebrows to raise. At this very moment, one of those very instances is occurring and it comes to no ones surprise that it involves our ACW World Champion, Fallen Souls. Dressed in a beige Ghostbusters jump suit he prowls the backstage area, hoping to make ACW a better place by ridding it of a very large “ghost” whom he encountered last week. In his quest to find the said poltergeist, he crosses paths with numerous ACW personalities, giving each of them a once over to ensure he does not have an event of biblical proportions on his hands ...

You know, fire and brimstone coming down from the sky, rivers and seas boiling, 40 years of darkness, earthquakes, volcanos, the dead rising from the grave, human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together ... mass humor! Uh....hysteria...]

Kevin: Fallen....what the heck are you doing now?

FSX: YOU!!!!!.....Are you the Gatekeeper?

Kevin: Uh....the what?

FSX: You know, the Gatekeeper!

Kevin: I have no idea what your talking about, but I have some pamphlets that you should read through. They'll help with your add--

[But rather then get the serious help that he likely needs, The world champion pulls out a plastic, toy P.K.E meter and holds it up in between Anderson’s nose. As he spins its antennas, Anderson’s eyes go cross eyed in an effort to understand the object that has been thrust before him.]

FSX: It seems you are clean. Be on your way, noble citzen of the backstage realm!

Kevin: Sure...whatever you say.

[Kevin continues to give X a wild eye until he is no longer in sight, a fact that actually relieves the Internet. Several investigative minutes pass, and with a right turn near the hallway where last week’s incident occurred, his searching comes to an end.]

FSX: Ahh!!! There it is...

[FSX slows himself down to a snail’s pace and ducks down behind a nearby table. His eyes resting just atop of it, he scopes out the situation before proceeding further. Unknown to him, in his possessed state Thunderkiss can easily sniff out anyone in close proximity and it doesn’t take long to pick up on the champion’s scent.]

Thunderkiss: State your business ...

[X takes a big gulp as his sweaty thumb rubs itself up and down the plastic trigger on his particle thrower. His instinct tell him its either now or never and he decides to go with the first choice. Leaping up from behind the table, he points his proton gun directly at TK’s chest.]

FSX: Get your stick...HOLDING!

Thunderkiss: Oh you can’t be serious.

FSX: Heat ‘em up...SMOKING!

*click*

Thunderkiss: *sigh* We shouldn’t have asked.

FSX: Make ‘em hard ...READY!

Thunderkiss: We swear, you are one of the most annoying men we have ever met.

FSX: SILENCE!!! Time to show this prehistoric bitch how we do things...DOWNTOWN!

[FSX bears down on the proton gun’s trigger and out comes a series of tiny sparks that fizzle out the instant they are exposed to the air. This in turn draws a chuckle from the Worldbreaker who is extremely eager to share.]

Thunderkiss: Neat trick, now here’s mine!

[Thunderkiss’ grin reaches from ear to ear as he cuts loose with a dose of evil that would send even Linda Carter’s head spinning. From within the “beast” is released through his mouth and shatters FSX’s ears with a greeting in its native tongue.]

[glow=red,2,300]AGAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHOOOOO[/glow]
FSX: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THE HORRRRORRRRRR!! IT'S SINGING!!!!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!!

[FSX runs as fast as his feet will carry him, far, far away from Thunderkiss as possible. With his head turned so he can survey the ground behind him, he pays little attention to what lies ahead. This negligence leads to a collision with a most unexpected individual, the realization of which causes X to almost swallow his tongue in disbelief.]

??: What did you see?

FSX: Don't stand around and ask stupid questions!! There is a MONSTER chasing me....A MONSTER!

BS: BACK OFF MAN, I'M A SCIENTIST DAMN IT!!

[...Figures...

FADE]