Thursday Night Meltdown July 17th 2008

[BK London]

Segment: Staying Power (Credit: Dan White)

The segment opens up, and Dan White stands in his wrestling trousers, starring straight into his mirror. He made good time to get back to the arena from the nearby bar, and uses these final few moments to concentrate on the “task” ahead. His head looks down into the sink, with one arm rested on the counter, and the other hidden away from the camera.

Dan: So, I have Gooner tonight, one on one. Granted, it could be a tough challenge, as I've never faced the dude. But his record should stand in my favour. I am the most in-form wrestler in this place, and a tag team champion. Gooner, however, has never even won a match. It should be a rout. It should be a demolision job. Why I asked for No Holds Barred? I want to vent all the anger, all the frustration, and all the desire I have in this match. Gooner isn't going to know what hit him, but he won't be waking up for a long time.

But there's much more than that. I don't want this to just be another win scratched onto my record, and leave it at that. This match will mean a lot, it will show the rest of ACW what I am capable of. What I'm good at, the limit I am willing to go, the boundaries I am willing to break. I'm not just a wrestler who goes out there to entertain for ten minutes, and walk back into these curtains and be on my way. I'm a lot more than that. I'm here because I need to win. I long to win, and right here, right now, is the best chance I have ever had. I've spent too fucking long under the radar to merely let my past go. Grudges have been made in the past, and grudges don't go away so easily.

He sounds angrier with every comment, beginning to breathe deeply.

Dan: So many times I prove to this company, and these fans, that I am fighting at my weight, and that I deserve to be where I am. Not a single other person has won two matches at Omega Effect, the grandest stage of them all, and I beat legends in this business at that. G-Unit and Senator aren't pushovers, despite what was said in the past, and they gave me a great fight, but I proved once again that I can play with the big guys. I won't get my title shots any time soon, but that doesn't affect me. I don't need the World title to prove that I'm the best this company has on this roster.

He pauses again, clenching the fist rested on the counter.

Dan: If we look at the Main E vent scene, who do we have? Thunderkiss, BK London, Fallen Souls and Jay Zero. Sure, I may have never beaten any of those guys, but there is always time to change those things. It took me 3 years, but I managed to defeat The Senator, and that was no fluke. Countout or not, he will tell you more than anyone that we both give it our all, and we both needed that win, and more crucially, that I was the better man out of the two. But there will always be doubters. Always be the people who praise you one week and then for the rest of your career see you nothing more than a card filler.

Boom.

Dan: Well FUCK those people. FUCK the doubters, FUCK the critics, and FUCK those that don't say I have earned my keep. I WILL headline shows, and I WILL win matches, and who cares whether it's against Jake Steele, or Gooner, or The Senator, or Tracy Finn. I win matches, and I do it with style. I will prove to EVERYBODY that I have the balls to face up against anybody in this fed. Like I said, I will take on any chance that's given to me. I've fought the Capitalists on more than one occasion, I faced then World Champion Bladeshadow in my third ever match. Hell I took on TEN members of Pain Inc. and lasted more than 5 minutes. Give me ANYBODY, give me a CHALLENGE. Give me a fight.

He lifts up the dangling arm, producing the black strait jacket, which would send a shiver down many one's back. He looks up, straight into the mirror, with those bug eyes glaring back into himself.

Black & White: Gooner is going to see exactly what I mean, when I say that there are boundaries to be broken. Heheh....

He stands upright, leaving the demonic laughter to echo through the locker room, as the camera fades to commercials.

[BK London]

Match 2: Dan White vs. Gooner – No Holds Barred (Credit: Dan White)

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a No Holds Barred match!

There's a pop in the crowd, but our resident commentators don't seem too confident.

McNally: Well, when Dan advocated this match I think we were all weary, but Dan White, or more precisely “Black & White” showed just a couple of moments ago that he has no intention of lighting Gooner off lightly.
Edison: He's right, but I think it's just great that Gooner is here! He's not been on TV for a long time!

On cue, “Gonna Fly Now” hits, and there's a decent pop for Gooner, who rushes out and promptly stumbles to the floor, which isn't great confidence if you look at his chances for this match. He takes it on the chin, entering the ring and throwing his arms up in the air.

Philip: In the ring, weighing at 140 lbs...from Boston, Massachusetts, Gooner!

The arena quietens, save for a number of lights that flash to the heart beat of the beginning of the song. The beats continue for about 7 seconds, when the guitar kicks in, sounding much like an organ. The lights continue flashing to the beat, but a lighting rig glows green over the ring. The song continues, and when it hits to the lower “organ” sounds, the lighting rig begins to switch between red and green, as Dan walks through the curtain. He's silent, wearing his jacket of taunts, ignoring the fans as the heart beats suddenly begin to follow his movement. He removes the jacket, dropping it on the outside of the ring, and slides into the ring. The lights turn on and the music fades out, ending the entrance.

Philip: And weighing at 238 lbs...Black & White!

McNally: I'm really fearing the worst for Gooner here.
Edison: Who cares? This is going to be brutal, and I love that!

The Bell rings, and Gooner rushes forwards, but pauses right in front of B&W. He throws a punch, but it's pathetically weak and barely nudges B&W's shoulder. Gooner quietly gulps, but this just prompts B&W to lash forwards with an elbow, into Gooner's face. Gooner is knocked 180 degrees, and clutches his face. B&W turns him around, removing Gooner's glasses and dropping them to the floor. Gooner gives the classic look of trying to see without his glasses, and just manages to make out B&W stomping them into the mat. Gooner gulps a lot more audibly, as B&W rushes forwards and takes him to the floor with a lariat. B&W looks around the arena and then to Gooner, who's practically incapacitated. B&W “aids” Gooner to his feet, but not before hurling him into a corner, and the momentum of the whip forces Gooner sprawling to the ground, cracking his head on the turnbuckle. But that's not the end, as B&W removes the padding of the turnbuckle opposite to Gooner, and throws the pad out.

McNally: Well, it doesn't look good for Gooner right now...

B&W lifts Gooner up, and whips him into the turnbuckle, and he cracks his head off the buckle, falling to the ground. B&W makes a cover, but purposely lifts Gooner's head up before three. Instead, he picks Gooner up and plants him with a Spinechiller. With Gooner out of action, B&W leaves the ring and throws up the ring apron. He lifts a cinder block out of it, which garners a huge pop from the crowd. He pushes it into the ring and into a corner, before going to the commentator's section and grabbing a steal chair. He then re-enters the ring, and lifts Gooner up. But Gooner is sent straight back to the floor, with a thunderous shot to the head from the chair, which now bears Gooner's blood. B&W lifts Gooner back up, and lifts Gooner into a Suplex, landing him onto the steel chair. There are several winces seen from the front row of the crowd, but B&W isn't quite done, spinning his hips back up, keeping the hold locked on Gooner. He then lifts Gooner up, and plants a sickening Brainbuster straight onto the chair.

McNally: Oh my lord, that was horrible! Someone needs to stop this match soon!
Edison: This is worse than King of the Death Match!

B&W smirks, turning Gooner onto his front. He then locks Gooner into and STF, but angles it so Gooner is facing vertical. B&W uses his free knee to dig right into Gooner's back, locking in the Bondage/Manipulation. Gooner is completely out of it, and his face is badly cut from the chair shot, and he begins to cough up blood as B&W continues to apply pressure. The referee, growing increasingly concerned about Gooner's health, decides to ring the bell, ending the match.

Philip: The result of this match, as a result of referee stoppage....Black & White!

McNally: Thank god this was over. That was hardly a match, more like a slaughter.

But B&W isn't quite content just yet. He releases the hold, but still doesn't seem like he's lost his lust for power. He grabs the cinderblock in the corner, and throws it right next to Gooner's head. Aware of what he intends to do, the referee tries to get in the way of B&W and usher him out the ring. But this doesn't go down too well with B&W, who grabs the ref by the collar and flips him to the ground.

McNally: Someone stop him! He's a madman!

B&W isn't finished. He calls for a microphone, which is timidly thrown into the ring towards him. He picks it up, and begins to speak.

Black & White: One bets that some of you are somewhat disappointed. One promised you a bloodbath, but all that has been achieved is a petty win. Well let one remind you, that he is a man of his word.

He tucks the microphone into his armpit, as he grabs Gooner's arms with both hands, but then holding both his arms in B&W's right hand, as he continues to speak with his left.

Black & White: But one promises you bloodshed. Recall an incident that occurred over 3 years ago, where Anthem suffered a similar fate at the hands of Ridley...

A quick camera scans shows the reaction of the reminiscence, and the sudden concern for Gooner's health.

Black & White: And now, with a little...you might say, lack of imagination, one intends to remind you of the suffering Anthem received on that fateful night.

He drops the microphone, and much to the horror of the fans, prepares to deliver a Curbstomp.

McNally: Somebody stop this man!
Edison: Whoa, this is sick, and not in the good way....

Fortunately for those watching, “Ginger's Theme” hits, and Chairman Gingerdude marches out, his face as red as his hair.

Ginger: DAN, IF YOU MAKE ANOTHER SINGLE MOVEMENT, YOU'RE ARSE IS OUT OF HERE.

Black & White blankly stares at Ginger, as a security team of 10 form behind Ginger, and make their way down the ramp, surrounding the ring.

Ginger: Dan, Black & White, whatever the hell you're calling yourself these days. Please, I urge you not to perform this kind of sick act. Gooner's health isn't worth this.

B&W looks at Ginger, still holding Gooner's arms, with his foot above Gooner's head.

Ginger: Look, do you want a World title shot? I can give you a World title shot!

B&W mouths the words “this is not about the title”, and swiftly delivers a bone-crunching Curbstomp on Gooner, onto the cinderblock. Gooner's mouth crushes against the block, with a few teeth flying out his mouth, accompanied by a lot of blood sprouting out. His jaw is in a bad way and almost certainly looks like it's broken, whilst the impact is with such force that it looks as though it's taken a nasty toll on his brain. The act is so sickening that the audience let out a cumulative groan, before sitting in silence, mouths open. Not even the commentary team can react. Ginger's silent words speak volumes, as the security team rush the ring, taking B&W down, who doesn't even put up any form of resistance.

The security team force B&W out the ring, and take him up the ramp, as a medical team rush to aid Gooner. They enter the ring, where Gooner is in a horrific state, with his jaw completely bruised, and blood pouring out of his mouth. His eyes are rolled back into his head, and there's a lot of panic within the EMTs, who keep their cool and carefully monitor the situation, as we fade to commercials.

[BK London]

Lunch Time Sabotage
Credit: Jake Cheng

Earlier In The Day
Say around....noon-ish

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It’s lunch time, and luckily for the ACW Superstars, a new Subway opens on the main street next to the arena. Backstage in the arena, there is a room of people moving around, getting ready to hit up the Subway. Out of the room walks ANTHRAX followed by Dimitri Rubrev. And then Danny Mainer and Caitlynn Dufraisne walk hand in hand out of he locker room. All four are laughing as they walk away from the locker room.

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?: Coast looks clear.

From behind a large equipment crate, Jake Cheng slowly rises, wearing all black. His new dreadless hair fits under a black ski mask. As he comes out from behind the crate, he reveals a black backpack on his back. In his black-socked feet, Jake creeps to the door and opens it. As soon as he is inside he closes the door.

Inside the locker room, Jake, first, get acquainted with the room. Noticing the layout of the TV, kitchen, sofas and...there it is. Jake makes is way across the room to the guitar stand. Although the room is dark, the white Gibson SG, what Danny Mainer calls Angelica ’68, stands out like a sore thumb. As Jake is about to touch it, he hears noises from outside the door.

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ANTHRAX: I forgot my wallet. Hold on!

ANTHRAX barges into the room, mumbling and cursing under his breath. He grabs a leather wallet from the coffee table and leaves, slamming the door behind him. The camouflaged Jake is unseen. He once again moves to the guitar and actually grabs it before getting interrupted. He removes the guitar from his case and places it flat down. The Quadrinity removes the dark backpack and spills the contents too the floor. Several long can with different colors tops fall out and a silverish gray rectangle: spray paint cans and a guitar tuner.

Jake sits cross-legged and takes the guitar into his hands. He strums the top string and looks at the guitar tuner. After turning the knob a couple times, he moves onto the next string. After finishing all six strings the tuner goes back into the bag. Next the spray paint. With planned precision and accuracy, Jake spray paint all eight colors he brought with him onto the guitar. After all the colors are used he packs up the bag and places the guitar in the middle of the coffee table. He exits the room and the camera zooms into onto the guitar.

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[BK London]

Saved Thunderkiss Segment

[BK London]

Segment: The Fight Continues (Credit: Train and Freeman)

BOOM!

Train kicks open the door to the pool area. Sopping wet, he walks down the hall, almost slipping because of the water beneath him. He keeps looking around for Freeman. He can't seem to find a trail of water though that would lead to Freeman. Eventually he gets fed up and grabs a crew worker by the neck and lifts him off the ground.

Train: WHERES FREEMAN!?!?

Crew Worker: He went that way I think he left the arena.

Train: WHAT? DAMMIT! FREEEEEEEEEEMAN!!!

Train throws the crew worker down and wrings out his shirt on him. He continues to run down the end of the hallway and slides to go faster. He opens various doors, hoping Freeman hasn't actually left the arena. He makes his way down to the lobby area and sees a bunch of fans there. He tries to keep a low profile but is unable to.

Fan: ITS TRAIN!

Train: Oh shit....

Train fights his way through the crowd of people and leaves the arena. He goes out into the parking lot and sees Freeman about to get into a cab. He is limping but opens the door and gets inside. Train yells "FREEMAN!" and begins sprinting to the cab. Freeman spots Train and yells to the cab driver to go. Train however, is able to catch up to the cab and gets inside the back with Freeman. He begins punching on Freeman and the two fight in the back. The cab driver doesn't seem to care and asks where they should go.

Freeman: The airport. Ahh!

The two keep punching in the back, breaking the backseat windows and the back window. Freeman even opens up the door and tries to kick Train out and into speeding traffic. Train however, holds onto the seat belt and pulls himself up. He knees Freeman in the face and begins choking him with the seatbelt. Freeman sticks his thumb in the eye of Train, forcing him to release the hold. Freeman then quickly crawls to get out of the cab through the back window. Train, with one eye closed, sees his attempt and grabs his legs.

Train: Hola amigo. What's shaking?

Freeman: You son of a bitch.

Freeman furiously tries to kick Train away but Train's grip is too much. Train pulls him in, but Freeman grabs a piece of the broken glass and throws it at Train. Train, in order to dodge, lets go of Freeman. Freeman climbs to the roof of the cab and grabs on.

Train: Go faster! Let's throw him off the top.

Cab Driver: Shut up, move your butt.

Train: Okay....

Freeman sees the airport ahead and smirks. He taps on the windshield of the cab and tells the driver to slow down. The driver agrees and begins to slow down. Train takes this time to try and climb through the broken back window and get on top. But...he gets stuck in the window and is unable to move.

Freeman: Haha!

Train gets even more angry and begins thrashing around the back trying to escape. They pull up to the airport and Freeman slides off the top and pays the cab driver. He walks behind the cab and says to Train "Better luck, next time". He enters the airport and leaves Train sitting there.

Train: GO GO GADGET BUTTER PACKETS

Butter squirts around Train giving a lube so he can slip out of the back window. Train smirks as other people look on with a expression. He kicks open the cabs backseat door and enters the airport going after Freeman some more. The only question now is, where will they end up? Japan? The United States? Canada? Mexico? Well everybody, the best is yet to come so stay tuned.

Fade to black.

[BK London]

Segment: “Hello. Goodbye. I’ll Be Back.” (Credit: Kudo)

ACW cameramen always seem to be in the perfect position to capture a shot, and as programming returns from a commercial break, the Alphatron shows just that with a camera focusing in on Kudo Yasuda, inside his locker room. Kudo shadow kicks the air twice with surprising force and ends the combination with a full turnaround roundhouse kick, leaving him about-face and seeing a familiar friend.

Albright: I see 3 strikes, but who’s out?

Kudo’s old marketing manager, Alan Albright; a man that will claim he was the body behind R-3’s first big global run (but you wouldn’t be able to catch telling Kudo that), stands before him in a beige suit and red tie, leaning on the door frame with a bottle of what looks to be like an energy drink in his hand. The two men stare at each other for a second; Albright sizing up his old client after over a year and Kudo staring mostly in shock. Finally, the tension breaks and the two embrace in a handshake.

Kudo: How long has it been?

Albright: Too long if you ask me.

Kudo: Well what the hell have you been doing? You said you were going to take on another job as…a psychologist or something?

Albright: You know me Kudo. Couldn’t keep out of the business after the rush I had managing your affairs for so long. I’ve been doing a little of this and a little of that. I’ve been poking around the sport in my own way, but what’s happening with you? I heard you made a return of your own, but you’ve won what? One match?

Kudo lightly scoffs.

Kudo: One? Try none.

Albright: Geez.

Kudo: Come on Albright, you know better than anyone else that my wins and losses don’t define who I am.

Albright: Sure I do. But the world doesn’t. They don’t care about your “honor” or your “raw ability” no matter how many times you come out and tell them. You want to appeal to the masses, you’ve gotta start winning in mass fashion.

Albright takes a sip of the green energy drink and Kudo can’t help but stare at the curious bottle.

Albright: Here, take a sip. Go on.

Kudo hesitates for a second and then takes a convincing gulp of the unknown substance. He nearly does a spit take but chokes it down, passing it back to Albright.

Kudo: Wow that’s terrible. What is that…?

Albright: Ha! That's just like you not to remember. But a guy like me, the guy behind your rise to fame knows all too well what this is. This…was your first project under Albright Action Company. That’s right, this was the drink that made you into a commercial sensation, the drink that plastered your face into households that had no idea what ACW even was.

Kudo: You know, I advertised the drink but I never actually drank it outside of filming. I think I remember why now…

Albright continues as Kudo tries to suck the taste out of his taste buds.

Albright: Let me tell you Kudo, I don’t think I ever told you the sales figures but they nearly tripled after that commercial. Sure, three times nearly nothing is still…well nearly nothing, but you need to understand that this wasn’t about the product. This was about selling yourself. You think people want to drink this kind of crap on a daily basis? The stuff makes you piss green! It was YOU Kudo. You’ve got more talent and marketability than I think even you can comprehend.

Kudo: That’s all I’ve been hearing. Talent this, talent that, but what have I got to show for it? Talent can only take you so far before you begin to lose your bearings to every single person listed next to your name on the match card.

Albright: Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?

Kudo: What am I going to do about it? Listen Albright, it was nice seeing you again. But right about now (Kudo checks the clock) I think I’ll be better off showing you what I’m going to do about it.

Kudo walks on by as Albright sidesteps out of the way. Kudo stops as Albright says -

Albright: I've gotta be off too. But you know, before everything’s said and done, you will see me again. After all, I just can’t get out of this sport…

Kudo tilts his head slightly in acknowledgment and continues out of the locker room, heading into another match, and another chance.

-Fade Out-

[BK London]

Match 3: Kudo Yasuda vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: BK London)

This is sure to be one hell of a technical contest between these two superstars, and its a match that quite a few people have been anticipating. It starts off with a collar elbow tie up in which both opponents try to force their opponent back into the opposing corner, but it appears to be a stalemate. They go at it again, but this time Hughes manages to lock in the rear waist lock and attempts to hit a German Suplex, but Kudo Yasuda blocks it and manages to take down Hughes with a drop toe hold. Floating over to the head, Hughes is in deep trouble as Yasuda locks him in a side head lock. Slowly Hughes rises to his feet, and he pushes Yasuda into the ropes who comes off with a strong shoulde block. With Hughes down, Yasuda looks to score with a jumping leg drop - but Hughes manages ot move out the way. Yasuda lands on his tailbone, and is in pain, but that brief pain turns into a world of hurt as Hughes delivers a huge running dropkick to his face. A pin attempt, but Yasuda kicks out in the nick of time.

Hughes pulls Yasuda to his feet, and delivers a huge kick to the abdomen before running off and hitting a running knee lift to the longest reigning Entertainment Champion. With Kudo down, Hughes covers once more but Yasuda kicks out. Hughes, becoming frustrated, picks up Yasuda once more and throws him into the corner before delivering shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust to the abdomen. Hughes backs up, and now runs full speed towards the former Light Heavyweight Champion - only to get booted in the face. Hughes stumbles backwards, turning around while holding his chin, but when he turns back towards Kudo he gets his lights turned out with the Yakuza Knee Strike. Kudo Yasuda scores with the cover, and the crowd goes absolutely wild as he picks up the win.

Winner: Kudo Yasuda

[BK London]

Segment: Chronicle of Personality (Credit: FSX/BK)

Everything has a way of changing in unexpected and needless fashion more often then many might consider it should, and tonight has shown many signs of being no different then others. Though things have been going according to plan thus far for many this evening, there is always someone waiting to make sure that change occurs. But some don't believe that they have such problems to worry about, Fallen Souls being one in particular to have no such worries. Who would dare attempt to stop him when he was offering the chance of a lifetime to everyone who hasn't been given one? No one! Well....maybe with the simple exception of someone that has been given such a chance...

FSX: Damn...where the hell is he hiding tonight? It's always something with him, but disappearing off the face of the earth isn't going to change anything!

Looking quite frustrated for the moment, Fallen would frantically search the backstage area as he attempted to find the Chairman of the company. Things weren't made official just yet, after all, and until they were he simply wouldn't be happy with how the rest of things had gone to this point. He would of wondered if Ginger was even in the building at this point, however, if it wasn't for the fact he was well aware many others had dealt with him so far...But where?

FSX: He has to know that even if I don't find him tonight I'm going to find him eventually, and I'm damn sure that others will help me! Just for the chance to be a part of this Sweepstakes they'll help me!

As something seems to dawn upon him suddenly, Fallen would quickly begin to make his way forward as he thought to check closer to the center of the backstage labyrinth. Before he could make his way around the corner and battle the obvious Minotaur that hypothetically awaited there, he found himself eye to eye with someone else that was a true beast. Whether he was aware of Fallen's search or not it truly didn't matter, as BK London had every reason in the world to be furious with Fallen at the moment. He just kept getting in his plans, and he could only take so much...

FSX: Hmm? What's this? BK is wandering around without his Daddy Russo at the moment? That's odd...Who's going to hold his hand and keep him away from all the powerful strangers that he might just wander into?

Grinning for a moment, Fallen would slowly gesture toward the title around his waist, before shaking his head with a laugh and attempting to simply make his way by BK. Of course things don't work so easily around these parts, however, and the assumed Number One Contender quickly gets right in his face again. He doesn't seem to be furious at the moment, but that can always change in an instant..and this had become quite the explosive situation.

BK London: You know, I probably should beat you down for throwing me in a bowl of cocktail shrimp last Monday, a smell which took ELEVEN showers to get out, but you know what? I won’t. I won’t now, because I’m saving my energy to embarrass you on a much bigger scale – I’m talking about tonight in the main event!

FSX: You and your life partner can think that all you want, but it won't happen...I don't really have time to deal with you right now, anyway. I've got to find Ginger so I can set up something that you’re not involved in.

It's always a beautiful moment when you think of Top Draw together, isn't it? Assuming your into that sort of thing, anyway. BK seems to ignore the comment entirely however, clearly set on not having to deal with such things as a small smile comes to his face. This seems to be one of the first things that BK has done to make Fallen feel slightly uneasy so far...that smile...something just didn't feel right about it.

BK London: I’ve heard about your cheap attempt at a Sweepstakes, and let me tell you something Fallen Souls, if that IS your real name, I’m not impressed. Not only am I not impressed, I’m not happy with the fact that you’re pretty much allowing anyone on the roster to beat you – I thought that was a luxury saved for me.

Slowly making his way out of Fallen's path, BK would simply usher for him to pass on and continue his meaningless search for the Chairman. None of this really mattered much to BK, seeing that he would lose the title soon enough in his eyes. It didn't matter just who he had to beat for it, but it would be done. Fallen didn't seem as keen as accepting that fate that had been outlined for him, however, and stared to BK for a few moments as he made his way by him. Would he really leave with such a comment lingering? No..he couldn't.

FSX: Everyone has the potential to be great, BK. I'm not going to let anyone beat me, but everyone should get the chance...Even if that means I'll have to beat you again. I'm sorry if you've forgotten this at some point or another, but as it turns out I'm alot better then you are! I've beaten you countless times! So use your damn shot already, I want to do it again!

BK London: You may have THINK you’ve beaten me countless times, but I’ve beaten you as well Mr. FSX. And you know what? I’m going to add two more wins to our little record, tonight – and whenever I decide to cash him my ACW title shot. Hell, could be after your sweepstakes – could be later tonight, the match is in my hands.

FSX: Feel free to keep thinking that, but whenever you do cash in the title shot - know that it won't matter. You might think that everything will work out easily for you, but you forget that you keep failing to get the gold back...it will be nothing new to you.

Smiling softly as he now made his exit, it would almost immediately be notable that BK was fuming at what had just been said. How could two jobbers be in the Main Event when he was sitting on the sidelines? Such a thing was simply unbelievable to him, and he wasn't about to accept it as fact! But what could he possibly do to stop the champion at this point? That was something he'd need to give some thought...perhaps delivering a beat down would help him think...

Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: No More Holding Me Back

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

After last week’s match Scott was frustrated. He’d lost the match on paper, but it was that he was neither pinned nor pinning the loser at the end of the match that was getting to him. In the end, he lost, and he accepted it. But when he got back to his locker room there was no Jessie waiting there to give him his water bottle and a massage after his match; she was in France. It took a while for it to set in, but Scott still found himself lost. What was he to do after his match? Who could he talk to and hang out with? Steele? He was probably busy. Kudo? Probably too down on his luck to want to hang out with an old friend. Who else was there?

And then it hit him. Scott doesn’t really have a lot of friends in ACW anymore. Once he left the stable he basically severed his ties. His tag team partner is long gone. AK, Latino, neither an active roster member. So when it comes down to it Jessie is his best friend and he realises this now. But nonetheless, Scott Andrews is not one to sit and sulk, especially when he’s in a match against Thunderkiss.

The camera shifts to his dressing room where he is seen doing squats, already preparing for his match against TK. On his chair are his signature red jacket and his Armada head band, and resting up against the side of the chair is ‘Lucy’, his baseball bat.

Scott: 1001...1002...1003...

Scott stops and looks at the camera before speaking in quite a sarcastic tone as if he never noticed the camera was there.

Scott: Oh, hello ACW fans, didn’t hear you come in. What am I doing you ask? I’m doing squats, jackass, what does it look like? But the purpose of those squats is to make my leg, lower back, and abdominal muscles ready for tonight’s match against the biggest man in ACW, Thunderkiss. Now, that crazy oaf may have the size advantage tonight but I have three major advantages over him. I have speed to out manoeuvre him. I have technique to out wrestle him. And I have brains to out think him, and we all know brains always beats brawn!

Scott takes a swig from his water bottle which sits on the table before continuing.

Scott: Come to think of it, I’ve got a lot more things over good ole’ TK than I thought. I have ring smarts to take advantage of any situation. I have the flair needed to excite the audience and get them behind me and give me the will to go on when in need of motivation.

Scott picks up the head band and holds it in front of the camera.

Scott: And this here; it shows I have heart, I have skill, I have integrity and I can take on anyone in this company and knock them down off their high horse and make them realise that they aren’t the best after all; I am. So if putting me against TK tonight was a cheap attempt to boost his contendership status, I’ll prove you wrong. I refuse to be used to make the stars anymore. I deserve to be that star.

Scott grabs his jacket and puts it on, flinging his shoulders and flicking his arms so that it settles and sits right.

Scott: So tonight, nothing else is on my mind except kicking the living shit out of that schizophrenic lump of dirt. Any mistakes; I’ll capitalise. Any faults; I’ll fracture. I’m damn focused, TK, and even if by some ungodly chance that I don’t win tonight, I want the world to know that I gave you hell and that I can hang with the big dogs like I have in the past. There’s about to be an assassination tonight, and TK; it’s you...

Scott pulls the gun taunt and “shoots the screen” before “blowing the smoke from the barrel” and leaving his dressing room as the camera fades out.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: Mr. Bannatyne goes to ACW (Credit: Dan/Zero)

The segment fades into an office unseen previously in ACW. The office is painted in light green, and is pretty basic in setting, with a couple of basic personal pictures dotted around. The camera pans across to the desk, where Peter Bannatyne is sitting, with a piece of paper laid out on the table, and a woman standing next to him. He looks a bit pleased with himself, and confident as he hears the door knocking.

Bannatyne: You can come in, Mr. Zero.

On cue, Jay Zero walks in, to some boos from the crowd.

Zero :: Uhh...Yeah. I was told you wanted to see me? [/color]

Bannatyne stands up, preparing to greet himself to Zero, extending an arm.

Bannatyne: My name, is Peter Bannatyne. I'm a businessman who is here with ACW to assist finances.

Zero looks at Bannatyne's extended hand, and after glancing at it cautiously, he looks right back up at Peter, ignoring the gesture..

Zero :: Right. Well-- how does this concern me then? Am I getting some award for selling the most merchandise? Heh those people man -- they just love me! Haha![/color]

Bannatyne: Not quite. Well part of my business here is that I am allowed to advertise my services to you. You see, I run a chain of gyms across the United Kingdom, and fully intend to make the gyms international. What I hope to do is use ACW members to help advertise the gyms-

Zero (cutting him off):: Whoa - Hold on there! See, Jay Zero is his OWN man and Zero know how pretty his face looks slapped on an advertisement -- but Zero, he doesn't sell out! And don't even think that you're going to change my mind about that! I've had Pantene and Herbal Essences after me for MONTHS now trying to get me to do a hair commercial for them! [/color]

Bannatyne looks relaxed, despite Zero's outburst.

Bannatyne: Calm down, Mr. Zero. My gyms have great ties with charities. All you would be asked to do is associate yourself with these charities. It's all for a great cause.

Zero ponders the thought, but it's starting to seem as if maybe this isn't so bad.

Zero :: ....Hm.. I have had a lot of people call me cold hearted. What the hell - why not? Might as well shut those guys up and do something for somebody else for once, - well - something that doesn't involve kicking their ass. Hah! I'm in.[/color]

Bannatyne smiles.

Bannatyne: Excellent, if you could please sign the contract, just to confirm we have written proof that you have agreed to this.

Zero picks up the pen, but briefly looks at the woman.

Zero :: Mhm, yeah, I know the deal with these contracts. But uhh, who the hell is this woman and why the hell is she staring me down?[/color]

Bannatyne: She's-

Woman: -My name is Jennifer Weaver. I'm Peter's attorney. He requested that I attended today.

Zero :: I better not be getting fooled into signing my soul away 'er nothing! Where you need my John Hancock? Just here?[/color]

Bannatyne: There, and the next page too, please.

Zero nods in approval, signing his name to both parts of the paper.

Bannatyne: It may comfort you to know that I intend on signing on a lot more ACW wrestlers to my agreement. But of course, I will ensure that you won't be having to work with those that you aren't particularly fond of.

Zero looks on, and licks his lips. Bannatyne's work is rather impressive so far.

Zero :: Alright, sounds good. But being a business man just like yourself, you'd understand that I have some uhh--- paid business to take care of, right? So because of that, I gotta go. Keep me updated 'bout this deal, k?[/color]

Bannatyne: Absolutely. Pleasure having you sign on.

Zero nods again, and exits the room. Bannatyne smirks as he picks up the document.

Bannatyne: You know, Jennifer. I think this is going to work out perfectly.

He smirks again, handing Jennifer the folder, who places the contract in a briefcase.

Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: Girlfriends don't like Tag Team Partners (Credit: BK London/Jake Cheng)

As we return to the show, there's a brief shot outside of the arena at the moonlight sky before the camera pans down to the ACW building. On the digital sign on the outside it says "ACW Thursday Night Meltdown - SOLD OUT", just as it is every show. We cut back to inside where BK London is making his way down the never ending corridor of ACW

He stops once he reaches the locker room of his Top Draw partner, Jake Cheng, and after knocking briefly - he makes his way into the locker room.

BK London: Jake? Jake? You there buddy?

??: He just stepped out, but I can tell him y-

At this moment, BK London sees Kirsten Carter from afar and Kirsten Carter returns the glance back at the former ACW Champion. They were formally introduced Monday Night on Warfare, but neither seemed to be fond of one another. The dialogue between them continues..

BK London: Oh, it's you...Where's Jake?!

Kirsten Carter: He just stepped out, are you deaf?

BK London: Well, where did he go?

Kirsten Carter: I don't think that's any of your business.

BK London: He's my tag team partner, and has been for the past four years, so I'm going to make it my business. Now tell me where he is?

BK London takes a few steps towards Kirsten Carter, attempting to intimidate her - but she is far from scared of the former ACW Champion.

Kirsten Carter: And what if I don't, huh? Don't you have some pregnant ladies to start challenging? Or have you learned your lesson already..

BK London: ....I don't like you.

There's a brief silence as BK London stares into the face of Kirsten while Kirsten stares back with a look of defiance in her eyes. Not a lot of women have stared defiantly into the face of the former ACW Champion and are still here in ACW to tell the tale. But she only gets off because of a brief interruption..

Jake Cheng: Hey guys!

Immediately cutting the tension like a life through hot butter, Jake Cheng enters the room with two cups of freshly brewed coffee in hand. He also has a black backpack on his back, assuming he is just coming his back from his sabotage escapade.

Jake Cheng: BK? What are you doing here?

BK London: Well I was just uh-

Kirsten Carter: - He came in here to look for you, so you could talk about the match. But when he saw that you weren't here, we decided to chat a little bit.

Jake Cheng: Really? I knew you guys could get along, you just had to give it a chance. I brought your coffee.

Kirsten Carter: Thanks.

As Jake Cheng hands Kirsten the cup of coffee, he leans over to give her a peck on the cheek but BK London's intercepts his tag team partner, putting his arm around him and leading him too the door but more importantly, away from Kirsten.

BK London: -Well, that's enough of that. We've got strategy to talk, what do you say we head back to my locker room Jake? See you later Kirsten.

And with that, BK London hussles Jake out of his locker room and briefly looks back at Kirsten. The two exchange glares before BK London shuts the door behind him and the segment fades out.

[BK London]

Segment: This is my room, my TV.
(Credit: Red, Senator)

As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in his office, and since for once, he has a bit of time to himself, the wrestling politican decides to switch on the television, turning the channel on the satellite over to check up on the happenings in Chicago sporting news.

The Senator(to himself): Ah, the joys of international feeds...one perk this island has...

Of course, if we'd end things here, this would be considered wasted time for ACW and the fans, but of course, when Gingerdude orders the camera on in a locker room or backstage area, he almost always has a sixth sense that something noteworthy is likely to occur. As such, while Phillips watches a replay of Ryan Dempster striking out three American League players in the MLB All Star Game, the door bursts open, as Mr. Red appears.

Mr. Red: I was passing by the monitor out there, and I saw this disgrace! I will have none of that!

The Senator: Ugh...Mr. Red, I barely have any time to myself around these parts, if you would please vacate my office, I would be quite appreciative.

Red: I can't do that. You keep getting involved in my stuff. It just would not seem right if I did nothing in return. And worse, you're exposing the world audience to the...the...that team in Chicago. It'd be better if you changed the channel over to Cincinnatti...

Senator: Are you joking?

Red: Do I look like I'm joking? Turn the channel now!

Senator: This is absurd, get out of my office before I have to use physical force to dislodge you!

Red: You arrogant fool, if the world is going to see baseball, they need to see the best team in the history of the game...

Senator: This is not funny anymore. And if you do not leave in five seconds, I will have no choice but to obliterate you where you stand. I will not take this sort of disrespect, I am a United States Senator, a former ACW Champion, one of the most decorated athletes in this industry, and I will not be ordered about by a common ruffian with poor taste in sporting teams!

Suddenly, Red's cell phone rings, which only serves to aggrivate Phillips further, as Red actually answers it. He holds up a finger to The Senator. Phillips gets another annoyed look on his face.


Red: WHAT!?!?!? She did what to my car? That bitch!!!!

Red hangs up the phone. He turns his attention back to a very upset looking Senator.

Red: I'll kick your ass...just not here...not now...

Red dashes out the door, leaving the Senator in his wake.

Senator: You get back here! Wait...that IS what I wanted to begin with, is it not?

And with that, Phillips goes back to watching the sports, for a blessed few minutes to himself, as the camera leads to the...

Fade Out

[BK London]

Match 4: Thunderkiss vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Danny Mainer)


MATCH BEGINNING:
The match starts with both men getting a huge reaction as they look forward to this mondo match. Scott Andrews started the bout trying to take the big man off of his feet with a chop block and other moves that target the leg. His offence went well somewhat for a while as Thunderkiss’s leg appeared to be visibly hurt but then as Scott went for an early back Suplex, The God of Thunder crashed into Scottie’s neck with a vicious elbow. Scott landed on his face and Thunderkiss started to take control. Repeated stamps to the back caused yells of pain from The Scarlet Assassin. Thunderkiss then immediately grabbed Scott and yanked him off with the floor with minimal effort before tossing him out over the top rope. Scott however, held on and as Thunderkiss went to boot him in the head to demobilize him. Scott dodged and Thunderkiss ended up stuck with the ropes between his legs. Scott then grabbed a hold of Thunderkiss’s head and got him properly onto the apron before drilling him with a DDT straight to the arena floor.

MATCH MID-SECTION:
The crowd were in Camp Scott after that last shot and he had reason to be. Thunderkiss was dropped quite stiffly onto his neck with that shot. Many were surprised he could pull him down like that, but he managed to do it. As Thunderkiss made his way up, Scott then did something extremely impressive, but incredibly stupid. Scott slammed Thunderkiss head first into the ring-post. This didn’t go down well and immediately Thunderkiss threw a fist which sent Scott stumbling, uppercut style. Thunderkiss grabs Scott’s arm to stop him from falling on his ass but then Thunderkiss drags Scott into the rib-breaker position and the crowd barely have time to see as Thunderkiss twirls to the right and slams Scott spine-first into the ring-post with sickening impact. Thunderkiss then took a few steps back before running into it again, this time holding the pressure to stretch out his spine.

MATCH END:
Just when it looked like Scott was a goner, he delivered a stunning Reload, which caused TK to stumble backwards but not completely dropped. Scott, shocked went straight into a Lariat of Revenge, which ALMOST, ALMOST knocked The Worldbreaker over, but Thunderkiss held his footing and was not fazed by the powerful clothesline. Thunderkiss immediately used Scott’s surprise to lift him up into a bearhug. Squishing him internally, the end came with sickening effect here as Scott began to be wrenched apart by the log-like arms of Mr. 500%. However, Scott clapped his hands across the ears of Thunderkiss and he began to yell in pain, his clutch released. Scott goes to punch but TK flails out and delivers a beautiful Kickstart my Heart! Then, from out of nowhere comes THE GOODNIGHT KISS! It was simple math from there on out.

Jones: Here is your winner… THUNDERKISSSSSS!

[BK London]

Segment: Let's Try This Again...
Credit: Zero/Steele/Evans

Just after the conclusion to the match between Thunderkiss and Scott Andrews, we can still hear the victors music while it begins to dwindle away as the scene opens up backstage. A.C Evans is casually walking down the hallway, looking to clear his head. However things are looking to become a little blurry again ...

Steele: Yo Evans!

A.C. glances his head towards the right a little bit where he unsuspectingly finds himself alongside Jake Steele for the second time tonight.

Steele: Look man, about Earlia'...

A.C. Evans: Leave me alone.

Evans tries to walk past Jake, but he's not going to let this opportunity pass just like that. He quickly throws his arms up, as if he were pleaing with him. He backsteps to keep up with Evans before he can finally stop him.

Steele: I know I may have touched a nerve or two, but uh you slapped me in my face, little ova' da' top.

A.C. Evans: My reaction was not over the top. Just leave me be.

Evans once again tries to walk, but Steele holds him back. Suspiciously, he keeps looking back behind Evans.

Steele: Hold on! I jus' wanna say dat' imma let bygones be bygones, and give you another chance. So my question is... you in, or you out?

Steele looks at Evans who doesn't need any time to think this one over. Quickly Steele glances back behind Evans.

A.C. Evans: Divine Heresy huh? Like I said earlier -- leave me alone!

Evans catches Jake off guard and pushes him back. Jake stumbles and turns his body around but catches himself before he falls.

Steele: NOW!

Just then before A.C can even react, he is struck down and sent to the ground holding the back of his neck! The camera turns and shows Jay Zero standing above him with a steel pipe in his hand. Zero stomps down on Evans' defenseless body twice before tossing the pipe to the ground.

-CLANK-

Steele: Yeah! Yeah!

Zero bends over and grabs AC by the waistband of his pants and then by his hair before beginning to pull him up to his feet. After doing so Jay throws a hard right hand that almost sends Evans back to the ground but Zero quickly catches his foe. He grabs Evans by the shoulders and pulls him right into a knee lift to the bottom of his gut, leaning him over.

Steele: Yeah man! Come on Z, you show dat' muthafucka who da' boss is! Yeah!

Zero looks over at Steele and snarls his lip before grabbing A.C. Evans by his head and spinning his body around to gain momentum. He runs with Evans and then thrusts his arm forward, sending Evans flipping over a table and into a pile of cardboard boxes. Jake Steele quickly runs over to the fallen body to rub it in his face.

Steele: You ain't so big na' is ya'? Nah, you need to realize just who da' fuck I am. Jake Steele bitch!

Zero *Breathing Heavily* :: There...Now where's my money? [/color]

Steele: Yo' bitch ass ain't even welcome in my presence no' mo man! Haha yeah!

Zero :: Jake! JAKE! [/color]

Jake spins around.

Steele: Yo, wad up money?

Zero :: It's done. Now where's my money? [/color]

Jake looks over to the left and laughs a bit.

Steele: Oh... uhh yeah, speakin' of.

Zero :: It was a part of our deal Steele! I'd get the second half once it was finished! [/color]

Steele: Yeah I know but--

Zero :: Well here you are! Here he is, and here am I! But for some reason, all I have here in my pocket is two hundred and fifty dollars! [/color]

Steele: Aye, dat's somethin' right?

Zero :: Mhm, now -- where...is the other half? [/color]

Steele: I uh...oh damn...it must have fell out of my pocket, shiiitt, too bad my nigga.

With a look of disbelief, Zero stares down at Steele.

Steele: Look man, I didn't think you were really gonna help me out! I thought you would ya' know take my money, and go buy some hairspray or some shit! So I didn't bring da' cash!

Zero :: Whoa, whoa, whoa -- Wait a god damn minute! [/color]

Zero begins backing Steele up, getting closer and closer.

Steele: Aye man, na' chill, you don't need to go Latrell Sprewell on me!

Zero :: So let me get this straight! You promised me money that you don't even have!? [/color]

That little vein begins to pop in Zero's neck.

Steele: Nigga! I gave you two fitty! That's a lot, matter fact people in Africa would be happy with dat'.

Zero :: Sure -- but you Mr. Moneybags promised me five hundred for it! [/color]

Steele: Just calm down!

They are getting closer to a wall now.

Zero :: Calm down? CALM DOWN?! DO YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN JAKE?! AM I MAKING YOU NERVOUS?! [/color]

Jake acts quickly and quickly throws his fist out, swinging for Zero. He ducks underneath the blow and uses his shoulders to ram Jake back the remaining couple feet straight into the wall. Jay quickly throws his arms up and restraints him by holding down his shoulders.

Steele: Whoa! Hold on a second man, we can settle this!

Zero :: I WANT....MY...MONEY! [/color]

Steele: Ayo, back up! I feel violated wit' you breathin' yo stank ass breath on me!

Zero :: AND TO THINK YOU GO AROUND FLAUNTING YOUR MONEY LIKE IT GROWS ON GOD DAMN TREES! YOU ARE A GREEDY, SELFISH, LOWLIFE! AND IF YOU CAN'T PAY ME IN CASH! YOU BETTER BET THAT YOU'RE GOING TO PAY ME ANOTHER WAY! [/color]

Steele: Oh hell no! I don't play dat' homoerotic shit!

Jay pulls Steele forward and delivers a knee lift to him and then pushes him back into the wall.

Zero :: --With a win! I better see your sorry ass in the ring on Monday....or else! [/color]

Jay leans back and pulls Steele so that he is sent forward. He stumbles and catches his footing as Zero marches off in the opposite direction. Steele straightens out his shirt and looks around, checking if anybody saw that.

Steele: ...Fuck!

The scene begins to fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: Joke time is over (Credit: BK London/Jake Cheng)

As we return from the previous match, the team of Top Draw is now in the locker room of BK London - as opposed to Jake's eariler, and the former four time Light Heavyweight Champion is resting on the couch enjoying a bottle of water.

Jake Cheng: So why exactly do we have to talk strategy in here? My locker room's perfectly fine if you ask me, except it doesn't look as nice as this.

Jake Cheng rests his bottle of water on the coffee table in front of him, and BK London walks on over from off camera - wiping his hands with a paper towel.

BK London: Because you're girlfriend's a...

Suddenly, it hits BK London that he can't exactly be so harsh around Jake about his women anymore. He seems to really like this girl.

Jake Cheng: My girlfriend's a what?

BK London: ..she's a...she's uhh, quite the talkative person. You know, once you tell her something - next day - everyone knows your business, I just didn't want our strategy leaking out.

Jake Cheng: .....true that, true that.

BK London walks over towards the coffee table and lifts up Jake Cheng's water bottle before placing a coaster under it, and continues talking at the same time.

BK London: But actually, I wanted to talk about something very serious. It's about this new 2008 Top Draw. You see, while I loved the memories of the old Top Draw - this Top Draw has to be different.

Jake Cheng: Different? How?

BK London: Well actually, the difference lies in you.

Jake Cheng: Me?!

BK London: Yes you. You see, I know how funny, witty, and light hearted you are about a few things - but now that we're back together, you might have to change that just a bit. Especially in the ring...

Jake Cheng: What do you mean? I'm doing fine in the ring. I've refined my moveset, I've been training more..

BK London: And I know that, and I respect that - but have you seen your win-loss record lately? It's not too good if you ask me. - Now I'm not trying to say that you're a loser, but I'm just saying that if you want to win more, you're going to have to develop a mean streak.

Jake Cheng: A mean streak?

BK London: You need to become more aggressive in the ring, a bit more cerebral - kind of like me. You've had two opportunities at the International Championship so far, and you have failed to capture the belt at either chance. At Seven Deadly Sins, you need to make sure you win that belt - because it could very well be your last chance.

Jake Cheng: ...hmm, I think I understand what you mean.

BK London: Good, because both Fallen Souls and Danny Mainer embarassed us on Monday at our own reunion - and I intend on making them pay TONIGHT. But to do that, we need to get that mean streak in gear. So none of that witty humorous stuff has to translate into the ring. When you're in the ring, all you must think about is beating down your opponent - beating down Mainer, leave FSX to me.

Jake Cheng: Got it.

BK London: Cool, now our match is up next - so we better get a move on.

BK London and Jake Cheng, the newly reunited Top Draw, make their way out of their locker room with one thing in mind - revenge.

Fade Out.