Monday Night Warfare 21st July 2008

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Monday Night Warfare 21st July 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Mr. Red vs. Robert Garland

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A.C. Evans vs. Wayde Russeler

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Jay Zero vs. Jake Steele

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The Senator vs. Scott Andrews

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Jake Cheng vs. ANTHRAX and Danny Mainer

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Opening Segment: 6 Match Card! WHOAMG (Credit: Dan White)

The show opens up to Chairman Gingerdude, who's on the phone, and looks particularly stressed.

Gingerdude: Look, I don't need to deal with that right now....no, I said it can be dealt with later!

He wipes his brow, clearly stressing out about whatever situation he's in.

Gingerdude: And Dan White? That freak isn't welcome anywhere near my promotion tonight. I want it to be made perfectly clear that he is NOT to turn up here. Poor Gooner is in a bloody coma! I can't afford another lawsuit.

He listens to the person on the other end of the phoned.

Gingerdude: ...Okay, okay. That sounds fine. Now please, the show has started. Yep, I'll talk to you later. Bye.

He puts the phone down and looks over his desk.

Gingerdude: What the hell do you two want?

The camera pans to two Fallout superstars, Wolf and Hugh Daniels, which gathers a decent pop from the crowd. It's certainly unusual for the two to be here, especially since Fallout has been inactive for a good long while. So what is their purpose here? Well we'll find out in literally about a second...

Wolf: Hey Ginger, long time no speak! We were just around the block, and figured that we haven't had the chance to wrestle for a while....

Gingerdude: Well...what does that have to do with me? You're not contracted under ACW.

Daniels: We know, but we'd like a match on the card, if that's ok.

Ginger gives himself a moment to think about it.

Gingerdude: No.

Wolf: Aww, come on! I mean we'll fight for half our fee?

Ginger rolls his eyes. These two are wasting his time! Surely...

Gingerdude: Ok, but you're only getting a quarter of your fee, and you're only doing a filler match. No going over 10 minutes, you got me?

Daniels: Yeah man, that's great!

Gingerdude: Alright, well you two have your match. Now get the hell out of my office.

The two scuttle away, leaving Ginger to heavily sigh, and wiping his forehead again. Stress isn't a healthy thing to have when running a fed like ACW.

Fade out.

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Segment: Enter MCMAHON! (Credit: FSX/BK)

Attention is something so easily grasped by design, and tonight should be nothing next to different as there is so much scheduled to happen! From babies launching themselves out of cannon's for the amusement of all, to the more realistic Soul Sweepstakes having it's winner come to existence, the excitement is enthralling as can be! But will there be much more a wait for such entertainment, or will we get down to business immediately? Of course we will! What kind of evil people would we be to possibly make you wait? As the night has just got underway however there is a notable silence in the arena, almost as if something was missing. Something that should of been there, but for some reason simply was not...

Perhaps that would be Fallen Souls, and his band of celebrity brethren coming to save the day from certain boredom?! Most likely not what many would of been expecting, but as 'Beast of Blood' by Malice Mizer began to play it was exactly what they would get. There is a notable taste of excitement in the air as he makes his way out from the back, and doesn't waste a single moment to rush down to the ring. He sure has been doing alot of in ring work of late...how odd. Must be something to do with that shiny title that he's been hanging onto so tightly of late, and as he rolls into the ring it's the first thing he makes a deal about. This is probably the sole reason for his appearance out there at this point in the night, after all, as his Sweepstakes will have it's winner tonight! But who will it be? Could it be...YOU?! No, no it couldn't...

FSX: Well, looks like there is alot of hot and intense excitement tonight! Is there alot of excitement? I believe there is alot...of excitement!!!

Cupping his ear as a few confused fans would cry out various cheers, no one seemed quite sure just what Fallen was trying to do as he worked the crowd, striking a few poses as he ran around the ring in a circle. Perhaps he's finally in the addicted to everything faze of his title reign. Thunderkiss would be so proud...

FSX: Alright, that's enough generic pandering to the crowd! Let's not waste a moment getting down to business, as I know everyone is well aware of why I'm out here right now! I promised everyone in the back the chance of a lifetime, and I'm going to deliver! Tonight we'll see the winner...of THE SOUL SWEEPSTAKES!!

Smiling to himself as people in attendance seem to have finally bought into the idea that Fallen is making everyone and anyone a contender for the title during his reign, and curiosity would erupt as to just who would be the first to attempt to conquer him. Could it be a serious contender for the title that never truly received their fair chance like Rattlesnake or Kudo Yasuda, or perhaps a new talent that hasn't been around long enough to make the name for themselves expected of a champion like Chris Cooley or Wayde Russler? Maybe it will be the vegetable Gooner? Wouldn't that be fun?! Time to find out!

FSX: Now I must admit that coming out here I was told to stall as much as possible and make sure all of you were on the peak of orgasmic bliss before I went ahead and announced just who has won the Sweepstakes, but I'm sure that was the case the second I walked out from the back! So with that out of the way, let's just get right down to it! There has been a good bit of talk about this, and I've got the king of Sweepstakes to come out here and give a giant and meaningless cheque to the winner!

Waving for someone to come out from the back a few times, Fallen would grin from ear to ear as he seemed incredibly pleased that he had obtained such a talent to come out and give the winner their dreams! But he did seem a good bit irritated that they were taking so long, and such a wait was something that Fallen and the fans weren't willing to make. Agitated, Fallen would quickly look over to a stagehand and start yelling at him as he grew so irritated with the situation, before being filled in of what had happened.

FSX: ...Or not. It seems that Ed McMahon is running late tonight, and won't be able to show up until later on...That's right, ED MCMAHON!!!!....But seeing that he isn't already here, and I don't want to keep you guys waiting any longer, the Winner of the Soul Sweepstakes is--

But before he could finish his sentence, "Russo's Theme" powerfully sounds throughout the PA system - and the crowd immediately erupts into boos and jeers for the former GFWWE owner, who is looking most professional tonight. The reason behind that could be because thats just the kind of man he is, but a more accurate reason would be because tonight is his big night in front of the Board of Directors. But with his big meeting on the horizon, he decides to have a little fun with the ACW Champion.

Stepping into the ring, he stares across at the champion with a huge smirk over his face.

Stephan Russo: I know what you're thinking Fallen Souls, "What exactly could be the reason behind me showing up here?"

FSX: Nah, I looked into that. A couple shots to Tequila and a broken condom...not to mention a coat hanger that couldn't get the job done...

This gets quite the hearty laugh from members of the crowd, but Stephan Russo doesn't seem to be taking it too much to the heart. In fact, he laughs off the insult slung toward his way.

Stephan Russo: You know? Normally, I'd be pissed at that - but nothing's going to bring me down before my big meeting tonight. Especially from a loser like yourself...

Massive heat.

Stephan Russo: You see, last week on Warfare - you may have gotten the best of BK London by interrupting his reunion with Jake Cheng, but my client got the last laugh when he pinned you last Thursday on Meltdown - one, two, three. So you wonder why I'm out here? It's simply to deliver a message to you from BK London, who is running a bit late tonight, and that is: the stipulation for the Seven Deadly Sins match will be announced - TONIGHT!

Quite the bombshell there, but Fallen Souls doesn't seem that impressed. He looks across at Stephan Russo, with the same uninterested face that he has had since Russo stepped into the ring.

FSX: ...And? Is that it? Wait, that can't be your bombshell announcment...can it? You had to come out here and ruin something that people actually cared about so you could prance around and say the stipulation to our match would be announced? At least go ahead and say what the damn thing is then!

Stephan Russo: Well uh...actually, BK London wanted to announce it once he stepped into the arena...

FSX: Well that's no surprise. If anyone was ever a whore for any bit of attention he could get it's BK..That's fine. You can go now.

Stephan Russo: It is? err, I mean - IT'S DAMN FINE!

FSX: Do you know why it's fine? I'll bet you do deep down, because I come prepared for anything and everything -- including your imminent appearance before me tonight. You see, I went ahead and did a little bit of research in advance just in case you wanted to get in my face...and I never fail to find some dirt that is better off unshared. Well BK might of gotten some kind of a chuckle out of blatantly cheating to beat me on Meltdown...I'll be the one to get a good laugh. In fact, everyone here tonight will get a good laugh. I know an assumed 'Business Man' such as yourself wouldn't want people to know about this...but I've got myself a clip of your cousin, Russo. He's got a message to share...let's all have a look!



As we return from the clip on the Alphatron, the entire crowd appears to be laughing at Stephan Russo as he stands in the middle of the ring embarrassed. He wants to respond with something threatening and insulting at Fallen Souls, but words can't seem to form at the moment. If he could get any madder, steam would shoot from his ears because we all know the Russ is full of hot air.

He looks around at the crowd laughing at him, and storms to the back in a rage. His meeting later tonight will not be compromised over this silly clip, and he's sorry he ever was related to Jon Lajoie.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Short notice alterations (Credit: Mr. Red)

Mrs. Red is shown backstage in the women's locker room. She sits in the room and is lacing up her boots, seemingly in preparation for a match tonight. Mrs. Red does a few stretches as another female enters the room.

Charlotte: What are you doing, honey?

Mrs. Red: I am getting ready for my match tonight against Bo.

Charlotte: You don't have a match. Did you misread the card?

Mrs. Red: No? I remember being booked in the match a couple weeks ago.

Charlotte: No, honey, you don't have a match anymore. It was taken off the card.

Mrs. Red: Why? What happened to my match?

Charlotte: It was taken off the card and replaced with Mr. Red vs Robert Garland.

Mrs. Red: What the hell? That's not fair. I was on the card first. How dare he bump me off.

Mrs. Red rushes out of the room to confront Mr. Red.

The camera follows Mrs. Red as she stomps down a hallway. She comes to a door with a Cincinnati Reds logo and barges in. Mr. Red jumps up from his workout.

Mr. Red: Can I help you with something?

Mrs. Red: Why am I bumped off the cards and replaced by you?

Mr. Red: I need a tune up match before my Entertainment Title match on Thursday. I told them to ....well.....give you a break. You have a handicapped match on an upcoming show. And you need to be 100% for that match.

Mrs. Red sticks her lip out and begins to pout. Mr. Red turns away from her with an odd look on his face.

Mrs. Red: Why are you being like this to me?

Mr. Red gets a glimmer of evil in his eyes as he slams the door shut to explain something to Mrs. Red

FADE OUT

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Match 1: Mr. Red vs. Robert Garland

Tonight’s opener is not your run-of-the-mill curtain raiser. The IWC has been buzzing for days on end for the debut which is about to take place, and Philip provides a little extra gravitas with his announcement.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our first match tonight is a singles match set for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Harvey, Louisiana…. Robert Garland!

The opening lyrics of "Sick Inside" blast over the PA system as the instrumental begins to play. The crowd’s reaction is muted at first, since the more casual fans are not aware of the debutant’s reputation… but there are plenty of more serious fans who are primed, and their shouts and yells cause the audience to be placed in a aggressive state as they boo the oncoming member of the ACW roster. After a short while, Robert Garland heads out of the back and stands on the center of the entranceway. He looks out at the fans before smiling coyley and beginning his descent down the ramp.

The fans continue to boo and make obscene hand gestures as Garland heads for the ring. He pulls himself up onto the apron still carrying that coy smile as he slightly looks out at the fans once more before stepping in between the top and middle ropes. Once inside the ring, Garland pulls himself up onto the nearest turnbuckle, grabs his badger necklace in one hand and points to it aggressively with the other before raising both hands high into the air, a look of confidence now shining on his face.

Garland descends back down to the ring's floor and stares up the entranceway, his entrance theme fading as he awaits his coming opponent with a now slightly serious look...

Philip: And his opponent, from Columbus, Ohio…. Mr. Red!

”Reds Fan” hits the speakers, and the booing becomes more familiar as Red strides out, still smirking from what evidently went on backstage just a short time ago. He walks down the ramp with something of a swagger, acting like the big dog in the yard; Garland just watches him, and that smirk comes back for a moment. He intends to start taking over the ACW turf, one guy at a time… but Red certainly isn’t going to make it easy for him.

Red rolls into the ring, and like the seasoned pro he is, Garland sets about him at once.

Bell Rings.

Match Start: Garland takes the match by the scruff of the neck, and shows just how he came by his previous successes with a series of powerful moves. Jabs give way to knee strikes, and then a scoop slam; a pin follows and Red kicks out quickly, but there’s a definite sense that Garland is just testing his opponent out. The offense continues for another minute or so, topped off with a snap suplex which almost does what it says on the tin – but this time Red rolls aside before Garland pins, nips up, and uses his speed to dash forward and hit a low dropkick while Garland is getting to his feet. With the tide turned, Red tries literally to stamp his authority on the ACW newcomer, getting in several boots before Garland is able to rise. The pair grapple, and Garland seems to have the greater strength – but Red neatly reverses as Garland tries to convert it into a whip, and Garland rebounds into a strong neckbreaker. Red pins for a 2 count; Garland’s kick is strong and full of attitude.

Match Midway: The contest see-saws back and forth; the crowd gets treated to a “sampler” of Garland’s different styles, as he gauges which one is most suitable for dismantling his foe. Particularly potent is his arm wrench; Red gasps in pain as Garland strains the muscles, and it takes his accumulated skill and experience to enable him to slip free. Garland provides a parting gift by letting rip with the Brain Damage! (Roundhouse Kick to the head); Red drops, and Garland gets a near three-count, with only Red’s tenacity allowing him to beat the referee. Things are looking shaky for Red – but this is a man whose pride is still as raw as his name suggests, and he unleashes his pent-up anger into a flurry of powerful rib kicks which catch Garland unawares. Red follows through with the British Fall DDT(Scoop Inverted DDT) and covers; Garland kicks away at 2.5 and looks seriously pissed off. The crowd, naturally, loves the mutual antagonism and eggs the pair on.

Match End: The pinfall attempts come thick and fast as the match reaches its climax. Garland gets extremely close to nailing his Cradle DDT, and only fails due to being very close to the ropes, allowing Red to grab on and thwart his attempt. Red in turn hits Garland with several strong moves, culminating in the Cinncinati Swing – but Garland somehow manages to get a foot under the same ropes which saved his opponent, and the crowd is impressed by his ability to stay mentally sharp, even under great pressure. The break comes as Garland beats Red back into the corner and goes for the Bite of the Badger (Running Senton Front Dropkick to sitting cornered opponent); Red grabs the ropes and hoists himself up just as Garland runs in, causing Garland’s feet to suffer a painful meeting with the ring post. Red dives forward over his foe and rolls to his feet, and Garland isn’t quite quick enough to block as Red hits a close-in second Cinncinati Swing, targeting the same spot he previously hit. The cumulative effects prove decisive, and Red gets the critical three count. After the match, Garland is not slow to rise – he clearly has a lot more to show ACW, and everyone in the back will certainly be paying him close attention from now on.

Winner: Mr Red

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Birth of a God: Prologue (Credit: Henry McKaye)

[Monday morning, 6 am, and unlike a normal Monday when he’d slip on a loose pair of gym shorts and do some weight training, Henry was up and packing his bags for a short tour of Germany. Wide-awake and chipper in his small suburban home in Olympia, the coffee was brewing, some pop tarts found their way to the toaster, and his two-year old daughter was still snuggled up in bed underneath her Disney Princess blankets. So, as Henry folded up his bright blue long tights and white kick pads, he took in a relaxing deep breath and enjoyed the silence. Those who share a home with a rowdy toddler knows all to well that a silent home is a hard to come by.]

Nicole McKaye: You weren’t going to wake me up? You jerk!

[Henry slowly turned around a to soft punch in the shoulder from his wife and smiled before giving her a soft punch back. Nicole was still in her robe and pajamas as she looked through her glasses with groggy eyes at Henry who was wide awake and freshly shaven. Nicole’s bobbed black hair had succumbed to the regular case of bed hair and stuck up in funny places that Henry always found cute.]

Henry McKaye: I was going to wake you up before I left. I just figured you wanted to enjoy as much sleep as you can before you were left alone with Dingus for two weeks.

Nicole McKaye: Still, I’d like to spend as much time with you before you left.

[As she spoke, Henry had turned his attention back to his packing and stuffed tubes of toothpaste and other hygienic products into the side pocket of his suitcase. The couple had shared a small apartment home since their college years, but knew it was time to start building a home when Nicole realized she was pregnant. So, after careful house-hunting, they stumbled on the single floor home outside of their native Olympia and picked it up for a decent price. Although they had been calling this their home for two years, Henry stayed on the road so often that it never lost it’s “new” feeling.]

Henry McKaye: Why? I’m only going to be gone for two weeks.

Nicole McKaye: I know, you’re still going to be gone though.

[Great, here comes the clingy feelings again. Despite matching Henry’s description of strange but beautiful, Nicole still had conventional beliefs about how she wanted to spend her life. When they first started getting serious about their relationship, Nicole always wanted Henry to become a businessman like his father and work near her as she tried to earn her PhD in literature. When Henry first admitted to pursuing a career in wrestling, she backed him thinking it was just going to be a hobby that he’d eventually grow tired of, but twelve years had come and gone and she realized her dreams of a normal relationship weren’t going to occur. Nicole came up behind Henry while he was stuffing an extra roll of socks into his bag and wrapped her arms around his waist.]

Nicole McKaye: Henry… you ARE going to miss me, right?

[Henry smirked to himself, having gone through this talk every week for the past ten or so years. Nicole knew all about the reputation of the boys on the roads, as well as the presence of ring rats. Many a married man fell victim to temptations on the road and, though she never doubted Henry’s faith, she always liked hearing that he’d miss her. This whole routine had gotten so comfortable for Henry that he never had to look into her eyes when he told her the truth and she always believed him.]

Henry McKaye: Of course, I just don’t know if I’ll have time to. I’m going over for two weeks, and will be wrestling ten days out of fourteen. Two of those days will be TV tapings and the others will be house shows around the country. Between all of that, my daily training, and, of course, sleep… I’m sure I’ll find a slice of time to miss you and Chrissy.

[Happy with her husband’s answer, Nicole hopped up on the kitchen counter and took a big bite out of the pop tart that had been sitting in the toaster. For the past few months, she had been trying to convince Henry to give up the business and accept a much more conventional job now that she had earned her doctorate and was starting at Evergreen State College at the end of summer to teach freshmen literature. Of course, Henry always said he’d think about it, but never showed signs of actually doing so. At that point, she’d remind him that he’s getting too old to debut at larger companies who were always looking for fresh, YOUNG talent. To which, Henry would respond that 32 still wasn’t THAT old. Regardless, she was still going to have his back.]

Nicole McKaye: So, how much more do you need to do before heading to the airport?

[Henry ran his fingers through his long, blonde hair and felt the spaces where his hair was starting to thin out. *sigh* He knew he was going to start going bald eventually, but he never really wanted to accept it. Oh well, at least he was like his brother Nathan who started balding when he turned 16.]

Henry McKaye: Well, I was thinking of getting a quick haircut before I left. I don’t want to show up in Germany looking shaggy while I’m supposed to be representing the American independent scene.

Nicole McKaye: Nah, you look fine! Besides, I think the Germans are expecting to see the long-haired, blonde bomber. I mean that’s what they’re paying for right?

[If you could call what little money they were giving him worth it. Henry took a short breath and reminded himself that he’s not in the business to make money, but to live out his dream. Unfortunately, dreams didn’t always mean living comfortably and the young McKaye family were living proof of that. Between student loans, monthly bills, and all the hospital and baby expenses they acquired when Chrissy was born, Henry and Nicole found out just how thrifty they can get. Still, if the Germans could simply offer him a better contract to justify flying all the way across the world, Henry could be a little happier about the situation.]

Henry McKaye: I suppose you’re right, wouldn’t want to upset they people providing the mortgage payment this month. By the way, what should I try to find for Chrissy’s birthday?

Nicole McKaye: Well, she’s crazy about Disney Princesses and Dora the Explorer lately. I have a hard time believing that you’re going to find anything like that out in Munich though. You better just let me take care of that or come shopping with me whenever you come back home.

[Satisfied with everything he packed, Henry zipped up his bag and turned to Nicole who was now pouring his coffee into a thermos for him. Henry wrapped his arms around her, shared a short kiss, and smiled at the only girl who had ever managed to understand the brand of insanity that he happily called his own.]

Henry McKaye: Hmm… you, me, and a Toys R Us parking lot… sounds like a wonderful welcome home gift. I’ll call you as soon as we touch down in Germany.

Nicole McKaye: Sounds good. I love you, Hanky.

[Henry laughed a little under his breath and gave Nicole another kiss on her forehead, which made her jokingly glare at him. She hated it when Henry kissed her forehead because it always made her bangs greasy, which always made her wonder whether her forehead was naturally that greasy or Henry licks uncooked bacon before she wakes up. Her money was on her husband frenching the bacon. Regardless, Henry laughed at her again.]

Henry McKaye: I love you too, Nico Wafer.

[With that, Henry grabbed his suitcase off of the kitchen table and headed for the front door.]

Nicole McKaye: Hey, aren’t you going to wake up Chris and kiss her goodbye to?

Henry McKaye: And risk waking her up? Are you crazy? She’ll be a jumping bean all morning if I do. Don’t worry, I’ll get her when I come home.

[So, with more quick kiss goodbye, Henry turned to the door and started on his trip to Germany. Chances are, if he knew that was going to be the last time he ever saw Chrissy again, he probably would’ve woken her up and wrapped his arms around his baby girl. Lord knows that if he knew his trip to Germany was going to last 4 years longer than he had intended, he would’ve never left in the first place. They say that things happen for a reason, but if the Henry 4 years ago could see the Henry McKaye of today… he may have quit the business all together and taken that business job Nicole told him about.]

Fade.

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You Have One New Message
Credit: Jake Cheng/Danny Mainer

Wiping off a counter in the not-well lit locker room of Danny Mainer, is his girlfriend, Caitlynn Dufraisne. She hums to herself in her loneliness until she in interrupted, the sounds of someone grabbing onto the door handle. The person turns the handle, only to find it is locked.

Caitlynn: It’s locked, hold on a second.

Caitlynn gets moves away from the counter and takes two steps toward the door as she takes her third step, the door bursts off its hinges. A leg extends into the room and Caitlynn shrieks at the events that are taking place in front of her. The next thing she sees is the former ACW Heavyweight Champion Jake Cheng burst into the room. She watches him survey the room and when he doesn’t find what e is looking for, start moving toward her. Backing up from the Asian Extraordinaire, Caitlynn accidently backs herself into a corner. Jake grabs the woman who could be blamed for costing hum the International Title at Omega Effect IV by the shoulders.

Jake: Where is he?

Caitlynn: Danny is out-

Jake shakes her again and she squeals loudly.

Jake: Not him. I want Dimitri.

Caitlynn: What? Why do you wan-

Jake: Where is he?!

Caitlynn: He went home!

The Quadrinity stares his Seven Deadly Sins opponent’s girlfriend in the eyes. After a moment of judging her, he lets her go with a shove. Caitlynn hits the wall and slides down so she is sitting on the floor. Jake turns away from her and runs his hands through his now dread-less, more professional looking, hair. He takes a knee by her side and gets right into her face. She looks away from him, refusing to look him in the eye.

Jake: Well, then you tell Dimitri Rubrev and Mainer and ANTHRAX and whatever other jokers he has in his Entourage that if any of them lay a hand on Kirsten or even look at her, their life span will drop significantly. Got it?

Caitlynn nods.

Jake: Got it?!

Caitlynn: Yes!

Jake gets off his knee and once again looks at Caitlynn with an intense stare in his eyes and snarl on his mouth. He leaves the locker room, still bloodthirsty. Caitlynn stays on the group for a couple of seconds and then gets to her feet, holding her arms close to her body in fear.

Danny: What in the name of Dimebag Darrel happened here?! Who kicked my god-damn door down!!!

Caitlynn jumps up at her boyfriend’s voice and watches as he, the manager and target of Jake Cheng, Dimitri Rubrev, steps over the broken door into the room. Caitlynn, ignoring Mainer’s oddly phrased question, walks up to Dimitri and begins slapping him with the fury of a very very furious woman. Danny pulls her away from the Number 1. Sports Agent in Eastern Europe trying to resolve this intense situation.

Danny: Caitlynn, what the-

Caitlynn: You asshole! You fucking CREEP!

Dimitri: Øëþõà! Ìîå ëèöî áîëèò, êàê äåðüìî! *Translation: "Whore! My Face hurts like shit!*

Danny: Babe, what are you talking about?

Caitlynn: Cheng was just in here. He kicked the door down and would have kicked your head in if I didn’t tell him you already left. But it looks like your BUDDY here couldn’t keep his hands to himself and tried to force himself onto that filthy BITCH Kirsten Carter.

Mainer looks up at Dimitri as Caitlynn continues to tell her story and deliver Jake’s message to the Mainer clan in one long breath.

Caitlynn: That man is crazy! Dimitri, you better keep your sexual frustration leashed because if you don’t it could cost us all! Jake is EXTREMELY dangerous Dimimi, nobody knows what he could’ve done to you!

Still a little shaken up, Caitlynn marches out of the room. Mainer follows her in attempt to calm her down. Dimitri stands alone in the locker room, staring at the floor.

Fade Out.

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Match 2: A.C. Evans vs. Wayde Russeler (Credit: Wayde)

"Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden comes on the loud speaker and the next match up is getting started as AC Evans makes his way to the ring.

Philip: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THE NEXT MATCH UP IS FOR ONE FALL. INTRODUCING FIRST, A....C EVVVVAAAAAANS!

As AC gets in the ring a video plays showing his debut match in ACW, a match that he defeated Wayde Russeller in. The announcers talk about how this was during Waydes downfall and it should be interesting to see the two go at it now.

"Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera blasts on the loud speakers and its Wayde Russeller and Annabella coming out on their horse. The fans pop like crazy as the circle the ring on the horse.

Philip: And his opponent....WAYDE "THE LAW" RUUUUUSSSSEEEELLLERRR!

Wayde is now in the ring and Annabella waits outside as Wayde and AC get ready to lock it up...

DING DING DING!

As soon as the match starts it is AC Evans taking control by connecting with a running dropkick right to Waydes knees. AC the grabs him and hits a quick snap suplex and his up quickly for a spingboard elbow.

McNally: This is not looking good for Wayde right now, maybe AC still has his number

Edison: Yeah that plus Wayde needs to stop worrying about Cooley and focusing on his oppenent.

With Wayde still down AC walks around and gives him a hard kick to the back. Wayde grabs his back in pain as AC rinds up for another one and connects. Wayde is rolling now as Evans laughs. He decides to try for one more but out of no where Wayde rolls over and grabs his foot and quickly sweeps him off. Wayde doesn't even stand up he just rolls himself on top of Evans and starts punching him in the face. the ref tells him to watch the fists so Wayde jumps up and his fully motivated now. The fans go nuts as AC climbs to his feet and Wayde bounces over the ropes to connect with a huge shoulder block that sends Evans flying in the air.

Edison: Uh-Oh it looks like Wayde got his focus back!

McNally: Yea that could mean SERIOUS trouble for AC

Wayde picks up AC by his head and lifts him up for a suplex but stops and holds him straight up and down displaying his strength. Before he can drop him down the AC counters and drops down grabbing Wayde in a neck breaker on his way down. Unfortunately for Evans they are close to the ropes so Waydes neck hits the rope but AC crashes to the outside of the ring. With both men down and AC outside the ring the ref starts the count out.

1.....

2....

3.....

4.....

AC starts to move around but looks out of it while Wayde is not even moving

5.....

6....

7...

8....

Edison: This does not look go for either man!

McNally: Yea AC is about to get counted out and Wayde looks like he broke his freakin’ neck!

9......

the ref stalls before...

10....!!

Edison: WAYDE DID IT! Not the way he planned but he gets his first win since returni.......

Ginger’s music comes on the loud speaker and he is out with a mic.

Ginger: NO NO NO!! Wayde, you want your first win since coming back? You’re going to have to earn it! This match will go on! No DQ! NO COUNT OUT!

McNally: Oh and Ginger, with such hate for Wayde just took away this win and this match will continue.

Clearly just as annoyed by all the double-dealing as The Law is, AC rolls into the ring and picks up Wayde. He sets Wayde on the top turnbuckle and goes for a superplex but Wayde gets energy from some where and throws him to the mat. The fans cheer as he slowly stands up and when AC stands up, Wayde hits a flying head scissors thats send AC to the floor by the turnbuckle. Wayde climbs to his feet and signals for his trade mark move.

Eddison: HERE WE GO!

Wayde runs at the turnbuckle and grabs the top holding himself up vertically above Evans...

McNally: SMITH.....

Before he can get "AND WESSON" out Cooley comes from seemingly no where and moves AC so when Wayde swings himself down, his nuts have an unfortunate meeting with the steel turnbuckle.

McNally: NO WAY! CHRIS COOLEY ONE AGAIN GETS INVOLVED IN WAYDE’S MATCH!!

AC rolls back to his feet and shoots a glare at Cooley, indicating that he would have moved of his own accord. Determined to earn this win off of his own back, AC climbs to his feet now and gets up the turnbuckle. When Wayde finally struggles to his feet Evans jumps and grabs him in the "Open Your Eyes", underlining his dominance regardless of whatever help he may have received. He makes the cover...

1...

2...

3!!!

Philip: Here is your winner...A....C.....EVANS!!!

The win belongs to Evans, and he rolls out of the ring with a defiant look – he may not have set out to screw Wayde over, but another man’s trouble is Evans’ opportunity. His music plays and he heads up the ramp leaving Wayde rolling in the ring.

Edison: For the second time in two matches since Wayde has been back, Gingerdude and Chris Cooley cost him his match…

McNally: Hmph, that’s open to debate, Evans always looked stronger from where I’m sitting. How much longer will this situation between Russler and our Chairman go on?

Eddison: I think the better question is how much longer will Wayde take this before he gets pay back...

The camera is in the ring where Annabella is helping Wayde try and get up as we go to commercial....

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OTA Segment: Long Way From Home (Credit: Whitesnake)

The segment opens up with the title “Last Friday”, fading in to a police station, where Snake sits, close to the exit of the station. He's in his casual gear, and looks particularly pissed off. And you would too, if your tag team partner had gone absolutely loco and seriously crippled another wrestler, especially if you were tag team champions. Snake checks his watch, and looks over to a policeman, who approaches him.

Policeman: Hey, you can go talk to him now. Follow me.

Snake gets up off his chair, and makes his way through the doors to the cells. He first passes the cells containing those collected during the night, and already there are informal gangs running those cells, with the jail bitches beaten up on the floor. Snake raises his eyebrow at this, as the policeman leads him to the end of the room. He offers Snake to the cell, and stands to one side. Snake looks into the cell, and his a bit alarmed at what he sees. Dan is half naked, facing away, with his clothing ripped and cuts all over his back. He sits, in a foetal position, in the corner of the cell. Snake's anger suddenly turns to concern, his eyes widening as he attempts to converse with Dan.

Rattlesnake: Dude....what the fuck?

Dan rocks from side to forth, holding his hands to his face.

Rattlesnake: Dan, you daft twit. I'm not even sure why I'm even here. Why they couldn't have picked a family member, I don't know, but...

At that moment, Dan leaps up, and charges towards the cell door. He grabs hold of the bars, and presses his head through the bars, but obviously not all the way, as his head isn't made of jelly. Snake leaps back with shock, and the policeman steps in, holding his truncheon at Dan. Dan looks like a mad man, with one of his eyes normal, but the other retaining the bug-eyed look that the “Black & White” character that we've had the misfortune of knowing in the past recent months. He speaks with terror in his voice, like he's suffered severe emotional trauma.

Dan: Snake, I don't know what the fuck is happening to me man. I'm completely freaked out.

He begins shaking convulsively, breathing heavily and rapidly.

Dan: It's like I'm possessed....but you can't let them lock me up .You can't. Snake you can't you can't you fucking can't I'm gonna die in here oh god it's getting cold very cold

Rattlesnake: Dude, shut up! Get your act together! They're just voices in your head. Just fucking ignore them or smash your head against the wall or something.

Dan: I already did and I got cut and I was bleeding and it was horrible and-

Rattlesnake: Again, shut the fuck up, and think before you speak.

Snake examines Dan's forehead, and he's right. There are clear signs of bleeding within the last 12 hours or so, but it has since dried up.

Dan: The thing....this thing inside me, what ever it....it was cutting me.

Rattlesnake: ...Cutting you?

Dan: Yeah man

He turns his back to Snake.

Dan: Cuts. All over.

He turns back around.

Dan: How's the dude.

Rattlesnake: Gooner?

Dan: Yeah. The dude.

Rattlesnake: Okay....well he's in a coma.

Dan: Oh god...

Dan's clearly horrified after learning what he, or rather “Black & White” did to Gooner.

Rattlesnake: Yeah, but he's not braindead or anything. Just asleep. You're lucky, because the reckon he'll be OK in about a week or so. But Ginger ain't happy.

Dan: I'm screwed aren't I I'm fired I'm fucked ahh Christ....

Rattlesnake: Again, shut up. Ginger's fucking pissed, but there's not going to be anyone fired. Something about buyrates, or some shit like that. Either way, we're still tag champions, but it depends what your sentence is.

Dan: Fuck the sentence. Ridley never got a sentence. Why do I get a sentence? I ain't doing no sentence. Fuck the sentence.

Rattlesnake looks over at the policeman, who stands back in between the two, and ushering Dan away again.

Policeman: All right, visiting hours are over.

Rattlesnake: I'll try and pull some strings with Ginger, to make sure we don't lose our belts, alright?

Dan: Sure....sure...Sure! Sure sure sure. Sure, sure.

Snake rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath as he leaves.

Rattlesnake: Why the crazy ones? Why am I always stuck with the crazy ones....

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Impromptu Match: Hugh Daniels vs. Wolf

The camera fades in from the break, and these two Fallout superstars are doing exactly what they were asked to do, play out whenever there was some time. Wolf has Daniels in the corner, and whips him into the opposite one. Daniels stumbles backwards, straight into a Hand of Odin, but he kicks backwards and clashes with Wolf's shin. Wolf stumbles back, and Daniels hits off the ropes, taking him down with a DDT. He makes the cover, but it's not enough to keep Wolf down, and he kicks out at two. He picks Wolf back up, and kicks him in the mid-section. He runs at the ropes, and takes Wolf down with a neckbreaker. Both climb back to their feet, but Wolf is a bit groggy. Daniels hits off the ropes, but runs straight into a brutal Big Boot, which sends Daniels sprawling on the floor. Wolf follows it up with a huge leg drop, followed by a cover, which Daniels kicks out at, right before the count of three. Wolf picks Daniels up, eager to finish the match up shortly, and throws Daniels at the ropes. He takes him down with a strong lariat, following it up with another cover, but again Daniels kicks out before 3.

Wolf looks a bit peeved, obviously eager to win his first ACW-sanctioned match in a while. He lifts Daniels up, and plants him with a hard scoop slam. He lifts Daniels up again, ad throws him at the ropes. But Daniels ducks the second clothesline attempt, catapulting off the ropes behind him, and takes Wolf down with a diving shoulder attack. Daniels is back to his feet pretty quickly, and trying to get the crowd on his side. He takes Wolf from behind, and lifts him into a German Suplex. He cracks Wolf hard to the ground, and makes a cover, but Wolf manages to kick out before three. Daniels looks a tad peeved, but soaks it up in hope of keeping the momentum going to ultimately win the match. Wolf is still groggy as he gets to his feet, and Daniels takes him down with a Bicycle Kick, square in the jaw. Wolf stumbles to the ground, and Daniels picks him up again. He kicks him in the gut, doubling over again, and gets ready for a Northern Lights Bomb. But before he can hit the move, the arena darkens...

...”Procession” by Queen hits, and the arena quietens in somewhat shock, as “Black & White” walks out through the curtains. The crowd are somewhat shocked to see him, what with him being in prison. B&W walks down to the ring, carrying that cruel form of a tennis racket, restringed with barbed wire. He enters the ring, and Daniels turns around to receive a blow to the face, with the barbs puncturing his cheeks. He then cracks Wolf on the back with several shots, before turning to Daniels again, cracking him a second time in the face. The blood splurts out of Daniels' face, as B&W turns to the crowd, looking at them with that sinister glare. He then grabs Daniels, and throws him out of the ring. He exits, grabbing Daniels and flinging him over his shoulder, leaving the arena to an astonished crowd, wondering quite what he's got in store for Daniels...

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A Tribute (Credit: Dan White)

We fade back in, and hear the 1987 Honda Civic Sedan screeching in the distance. The setting is dark and to be frank, we have no idea where Black & White has taken the unfortunate Hugh Daniels. The car then bursts through a garage door, and the headlights light up what now looks to be an abandoned warehouse, your typical setting. The car screeches to a halt, skidding into the middle of the warehouse. B&W climbs out of the car, glaring at the camera with those bug eyes. He moves on to the boot, and opens it. Hugh Daniels' eyes widen as he locks into eye contact with his kidnapper, but is unable to make any form of attack, what with his hands and feet tied, and his mouth covered in duct tape. B&W removes Daniels from the boot, and throws him to the ground. Bruises around Daniels' right eye can be seen, as well as punctures all over his body from the tennis racket attack.

B&W pulls Daniels across the floor from his armpits, and forces him up onto a table. He sits Daniels up, and Daniels has a sordid look on his face, as though he knows his fate is practically sealed tonight, and that it's not going to be a particularly pleasant experience. B&W walks behind him, and grabs something from up above. As the object moves into camera shot, the reaction from the crowd must be deafening, as B&W produces two meat hooks. He walks back around, lifting Daniels onto the hooks.

Daniels: MMMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!

Daniels is helpless as the two hooks pierce into his back, and he's suspended in mid air. B&W grabs a box that was sitting on the table, and opens it up like a toolbox. Evidently then, it is a toolbox. He takes an instrument, and the headlights from the car shine off it, showing it to be a scalpel. Daniels' eyes widen again, as B&W stands in front of him, and lets out a slow, yet sinister grin.

B&W: One would love to say that this wouldn't hurt, but then that would destroy the entire point.

He takes the scalpel, carving two delicate cuts into the right hand side of Daniels' stomach, just above the appendix. Daniels' cries are still only muffled by the duct tape, as B&W suddenly jabs the scalpel in about 5 millimetres, just about carving in enough to damage the tissue, and add some sting to each cut.

B&W: I remember the first time us two had an encounter. One believes that you unified yourself with one's brother against oneself. Not a wise thing to do.

B&W tosses the scalpel to the floor, and it makes a small clang sound. He returns to the toolbox and takes a knife, which only causes Daniels to sweat even more profusely.

B&W: But this isn't any revenge mission. Our paths crossed four years ago, and you were nothing more than an uncharismatic little sidekick. Worthless of one's time and effort. Now back to front you go.

B&W spins Daniels around, and takes the knife to hack away at Daniels' shirt, until it's cut all the way down B&W then takes the knife right down Daniels' back, slow and forcefully, and the blood begins to pour out profusely. Once he reaches the bottom, B&W takes the knife and runs in across the middle of Daniels' back horizontally, with the same pressure. The result is some form of demonic St George's Cross, with the blood flowing particularly quickly, staining Daniels' back. B&W spins Daniels back around, and he's whimpering, begging to be released.

B&W: Aw, what's the matter? The fun has only just begun!

He gets close to Daniels' torso, analysing where he wants to begin next. He then looks at Daniels' armpits, smirking, and chooses to take a slow cut into his left armpit. This method is unusual in the least, but turns out to be one of the most painful acts imaginable, as Daniels' muffled screams are as loud as they would have been had the duct tape not been over his mouth.

B&W: Oh relax, child. We're nowhere near done here You ought to keep your pain threshold up, you know.

B&W takes a step away, and casually slashes across Daniels' chest. Each slice is brought with a hard groan from Daniels, and one particular slash catches his nipple, which particularly hurts him

B&W: Whoopsie, one must apologise! Never intended to hit you there. I'm so sorry!

B&W's sarcasm is brought on with another sinister laugh, as he goes to his toolbox again. He takes out a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of lemon juice, and it becomes pretty apparent what his next intentions are, much to Daniels' dismay. But before all that, Black & White takes out some sellatape, and begins sellataping Daniels' eyes up, much like on the film “A Clockwork Orange”. He then takes the two bottles, unscrewing the tops and standing about 3 metres away from Daniels.

B&W: One really did not want you to miss this!

Daniels is screaming even before B&W starts shaking the two bottles in his direction. The mixture of Vodka and Lemon Juice doesn't fit in nicely with all the cuts on Daniels' body, and predictably, the burning feeling garners another nasty reaction.

Daniels: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMF! MMHUUUHUUUHUUUFFFF

B&W: Oh hush, you know it won't be for much longer.

He then smiles broadly again, and climbs onto the table. He lurches around Daniels, pointing the knife close to Daniels' eye. Daniels whimpers again, as B&W makes a small cut underneath the eye.

B&W: One's always had a curiosity about eyes. The way they work, how they function...One's dreadfully sorry, but curiosity killed the cat...heheh....

Daniels's eyes widen, probably not a great idea as it assists the impending removal of his eye....until something clicks. B&W suddenly glares at Daniels, and there's something extremely weird with him. His eyes flicker briefly to the camera, and his eyes are no longer with a bug complexion, instead just like normal. He looks at Daniels again, and leaps down from the table.

Dan: What the FUCK am I doing?!

He glares at the ground, heavily breathing. He's clearly panicking, looking up at Daniels, whose eyes are shut, probably begging to be put out of his misery. Dan goes up to him, hacking the rope with one slice, releasing his hands. But Daniels doesn't react, just hanging there, with a slight whimper. Dan then drops the knife, holding his head in his hands.

Dan: What the hell is happening to me...

He staggers over to the edge of the warehouse, suffering from the shock of ordeal “he”, or rather “Black & White” just forced Daniels through. He continues to the door, as the camera pans back to Daniels, who continues hanging there, bloodied, beaten, and tortured.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Watch Your Words and Your Back
Credit: Jay Zero

The scene opens up backstage of the ACW Arena where Jay Zero is standing in front of a concrete wall and just waiting to begin.

Zero :: Tonight! I go one on one with the so called "One Man Dynasty" Jake Steele! I requested this match because last Thursday, Jake Steele disrespected the name of Jay Zero! He had hired me -- as, a hitman you could say! He paid me to do a task, and that was to blindside A.C. Evans if he were to say no to a certain offer! So, of course, when the time came I was there...I was lurking behind him the entire time -- waiting! [/color]

He blows a strand of hair out of his eyes.

Zero :: I struck him with a steel pipe and proceeded to further whup his sorry ass! So as A.C Evans lied motionless, he had the chance to think over a valuable lesson: Watch your back!

But that's beside the point now! Afterwards, Jake Steele was so caught up gloating in the fact that he was too much of a coward to do the job himself! He forgot what he promised me! And that was another two hundred and fifty dollars for doing his dirty work for him! But here's the thing! He didn't deliver! Now tonight, it's time for Zero to teach Jake Steele a little lesson! It's time for Jay Zero to do what he does best and win! And Jake Steele, I feel sorry for you -- I really do. Because Thursday, you did something that nobody should ever do! And that is make Jay Zero angry! Steele, watch your words -- because this time it's gotten you in a BIG mess! [/color]

Short and sweet Jay Zero smiles at the end of his speech and the camera slowly zooms out. Will Steele really learn a lesson tonight?

The scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Jay Zero vs. Jake Steele (Credit: AC Evans)

And with both men in the ring now, it's time for this match to get under way. Zero grins as he eyes down Steele, the very same who stole money from him. Steele eyes down Zero, the man who attacked A.C. Evans last week. The bell rings and Zero quickly tackles Steele and begins to punch him with a fury of lefts and rights. Steele shields his face as the referee pulls Zero off of Steele. Steele checks his lip to make sure he's not busted open already. Zero yells for Steele to get up and when he doesn't listen, Zero quickly grabs him by the head and brings him up. He yells "PAY ME!" and throws him into the ropes. As Steele comes running off of the ropes, he slides under Zero and quickly stands up. Zero turns around and gets planted with a DDT that buys Steele some time.

Steele shakes his head a bit and stands up. He walks over to Zero and grabs him by the head and lifts him up. He slaps him right across the face and then delivers a handful of chops across the chest. Zero has enough and delivers a set of chops. Zero finally gets the upperhand when he suddenly pokes Steele in the eyes. Steele stumbles back as Jay grins when the referee warns him to not do it again. Steele and Zero lock up and Zero quickly takes him down with a quick hip toss. He runs off of the ropes and attempts to nail him with a quick leg drop but Steele moves. Zero sits on the ground grimacing in pain as Steele kicks him in the back. Zero arches his back in pain as Steele runs from the other side and attempts a dropkick to the face. Zero, puts his hands up, and blocks the move. Both men get to their feet as Zero grins. They lock up again and Zero drops Steele with a snap suplex. Zero floats over but only gets a one count.

Steele and Zero are both standing now as Steele locks on a quick headlock. Zero squeezes out of it and nails him in the back of the head with a hard elbow. Zero runs off of the ropes and looks to hit him with a dropkick, but Steele ducks. Steele waits for him to get up before attempting a Tiger Suplex! Zero locks his foot around Steele's though, making him unable. Steele stops trying to move and just nails Zero across the back of the head with a hard elbow. Zero turns around and gets nailed with a spinning heel kick. Steele makes the cover but only gets a two count as Zero quickly grabs the ropes.

Steele picks up Zero and throws him into the ropes. Zero ducks under a clothesline and hits Steele with a spinning head scissors. Steele flies across the ring but makes it to his feet quickly. He runs from the other side of the ring and attempts RIGHT IN YO' FACE but Zero quickly moves. As Steele lands, Zero picks him up and drops him with a neckbreaker. He climbs the top ropes and stays perched..waiting for Steele to stand up. Zero leaps from the top, looking for a crossbody..but Steele kicks him right in the gut! Both men fall down as the referee checks on both men.

Zero uses the ropes to help him up as everyone in the arena suddenly directs their attention to the entrance ramp! Someone is running down the ramp. It's A.C. Evans! He has a steel pipe in hand! He slides in the ring and waits for Zero to turn around. Zero looks a bit shocked as Evans grins and swings the steel pipe and clocks him right over the head! He tosses the pipe down as Zero looks hurt. The referee calls for the bell and calls Philip to him. He whispers something in his ear as Jake Steele is just now coming to.

PHILIP:[/color] Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has declared this match a draw due to outside interference!

Steele looks confused..but not for long. He turns around and sees A.C. Evans standing in front of him. Evans nails Steele across the face with a rolling kick. Evans picks him up and grabs his neck. He jumps over and nails the FILE 13! Around this time, Zero is making his way to his feet and we see that he is busted wide open. Evans grins as he picks up the steel pipe once more. He nails him across the back with it and begins to choke him with it. It's obviously payback for what happened last week. Evans climbs to the top rope and waits for Zero to stand up. Evans mouths "it's your turn.." as he grins. Zero stumbles to his feet as Evans leaps from the top rope and places his knees in the middle of Zero's back. OPEN YOUR EYES!. With both men seemingly hurt, Evans grins as his white shirt has been stained with Jay Zero's blood. Evans exits the ring with a sadistic grin on his face as the scene fades to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Big Meeting (Credit: BK London)

Upon returning to the show after a 'ACW: Best of Steel Cage Matches' DVD commercial, we see none other than former GFWWE owner Stephan Russo strolling down the ACW corridor to the dismay of the fans in attendance. While he didn't necessarily steal Christmas, except for that one incident in '79, he has a reputation for being mostly a Grinch.

Upon reaching to Chairman Gingerdude's office, he is directed by the secertary not to take the standard route to Gingerdude's office right in front of him. Instead, he is pointed to an alternate door on the left to the board room - a room no one has noticed in the entire four years ACW has been alive, but he takes the route instead. As he enters the room, the murmuing amongst the board members ceases and all eyes are on him. For a moment, Stephan Russo is a bit nervous - but he can't let his vulnerabilities show during such an important time as this. Sitting way at the other end of the long table is the Chairman of the Board, Jonathan Gingerdude.

The esteemed Chairman is not pleased with the presence of Stephan Russo here, but he did agree to this special meeting and he won't back down from his word. He now introduces Stephan Russo..

Chairman Gingerdude: Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce the man who is lobbying for a..

Gingerdude sighs.

Chairman Gingerdude: ...spot as Chairman of the Board, Stephan Russo. Now, I am fully aware that the other members of the Board - if chosen unanimously - have the ability to overrule any ruling of mine. As of right now, I'd like to state my case for not considering Mr. Russo as Chairman of the Board - would you please have a seat Mr. Russo?

Stephan Russo: Certainly.

Stephan Russo finds a seat next to one of the senior members of the Board of Director, and Chairman Gingerdude now has the attention on him.

Chairman Gingerdude: Now, four years ago - as some of us may know - Mr. Russo owned a company named GFWWE. This company has produced stars that have been featured in ACW such as Alicia Laureano, Jame "BK" London, Mattew Coburn, Jonathan Spade, among many others. I myself, was a wrestler on his roster during the later days of my full time wrestling tenure, and I can vouch that no superstar at the time was satisfied with his booking techniques. Mr. Russo has been known to book strange and outlandish matches, such Ridley versus Ridley, an Elimination Chamber Match that opened the show, and his results were even worse. One of the most over wrestlers on the company, Victor "Latino" Laureano, was given an GFWWE Title shot only to have him lose for a less over wrestler. Jake Cheng won the GFWWE World Heavyweight Title, only to never show up for the company again and he would take 30 days to strip him of the title. Stephan Russo booked matches so his friends higher up would win and look stronger, whereas the more successful lower tier talent would suffer. Stephan Russo four years ago was a man who was obsessed with making money than using talent wisely, and it showed in his product. His ratings were horrible, the product was horrible, and overall he became horrible. It wasn't until a few members of the roster, myself, and WCW, decided to break away and start our own feud that would become ACW today, leaving himg to become bankrupt - thank you.

A small round of applause follows as Chairman Gingerdude now returns to his seat, and he awaits the rebuttal from Stephan Russo. Stephan Russo watches from across the table, and slowly claps - very slowly.

Stephan Russo: Congratulations Jonathan, you managed to - excuse my language - shit, all over my name once again. But once again, you neglect to tell the entire truth - and thats where I come in. So before I plead my case, I'd like to inform you on a history lesson...

Stephan Russo sits up right and stares at Chairman Gingerdude from across the table.

Stephan Russo: How come you forgot to tell them about the network we were on Chairman Gingerdude? Remember? FoxSports, one of the lowest rated networks in the history of television. And not only that, but we had the worst time lost known the man - starting at 11PM. What about the fact that some parts of the country, or the world, never got to see GFWWE? Charles Anderson, father of Kevin Anderson - correct?

The camera pans over to a man who holds a few resemblences to Kevin Anderson, but with much older features.

Charles Anderson: That would be correct.

Stephan Russo: You worked for GFWWE, have you not?

Charles Anderson: I have.

Stephan Russo: Can you tell me what the buyrates for Backlash 2004? Our first PPV.

Charles Anderson: 300,000?

Stephan Russo: Now how possibly could a promotion that barely gets a 1 rating each and every week go on to get 300,000 PPV buys? Oh that's right, because I wasn't just hording the money for myself Mr. Gingerdude. I invested money in promoting the PPV. I put up Billboards, I ran ads on television, internet ads, ads on the subways, free autograph signings - you name it, I had it. Our PPVs were successful, and why? Because I'm a promoting machine. I majored in marketing - so I know exactly what the hell I'm doing. Our ratings began to grow each week, but soon enough - YOU had to drag all my wrestlers away from me with your cheap propoganda about how I'm not being fair. About how my system didn't work. MY SYSTEM WORKED FINE!

He slams his first on the table, which definitely grabs the other member's attention. And the tension between Russo and Gingerdude is through the roof.

Stephan Russo: But you aren't so good yourself, are you Chairman Gingerdude? Let's talk about you abusing your power in the past, let's talk about you abusing talent and non-talent. Let's talk about Omega Effect IV.

Chairman Gingerdude doesn't have the most exciting look on his face.

Stephan Russo: Omega Effect IV, you decided to take it upon yourself to strike me down and then follow up with more punches to the face. Giving me a black eye and injuring my lower spine, an injury which I am still recuperating from. Now tell me? Was that such a professional move for the Chairman, huh? Attacking a non-contracted talent. I was basically an innocent bystander, and you came after me with such malice in your eyes...

Chairman Gingerdude: Oh brother...

Stephan Russo: Are you proud of yourself? Huh? You feel like a big man now? What about BK London? Do you know why he aligned himself with me? Because you weren't giving him the attention that a top tier wrestler as him desired - that he deserved. Ridley, Bladeshadow, White Rose, Skurai, Latino, Alicia Laureano, Hunter, and the list goes on and on - all these wrestlers left you dry, but there's only one man who stayed with you for the sake of the roster, BK London. BK London made you a lot of money, and how do you repay him? Sticking him in feuds with other talents to put them over for the main event scene. Ridiculing him in front of a worldwide audience. The list of grievances, the selfish acts, the acts of improper booking - they go on and on ladies and gentlemen.

Stephan Russo looks at the other members of the board, staring into their eyes.

Stephan Russo: You may have heard me say I want to kill ACW, but I don't necessarily want to destroy the company as a whole. I want to destroy Gingerdude's current ACW - the hellhole that this company has become over the past four years. Now, I understand that an abrupt full takeover of ACW isn't exactly one of the smartest ideas - which is why I'm not lobbying for full power in ACW - but 50%. So I can keep Chairman Gingerdude in check, so I can make sure ACW gets the right promotion and marketing that it needs to become the biggest thing the world has ever seen. I want to be the one to carry ACW into a utopia, a new golden age, and I know that I can fill that promise. Thank you.

Stephan Russo sits down in his seat, and he stares across at Chairman Gingerdude with a sly smile over his face. Chairman Gingerdude is a bit taken back at these new events, the fact that Russo only wants half of ACW. Why not he entire piece of the pie? He's brought back to reality once senior member Charles Anderson says something...

Charles Anderson: As senior member of the board of directors, we will contemplate this heavy decision brought to us, and we will surely have an answer by next Monday on Warfare. Thank you Mr. Russo for your time.

Stephan Russo: No, thank you.

Stephan Russo rises up from his seat and glances across at Chairman Gingerdude once more before exiting the board room. He has made quite the statement in there, and with any luck, we could very well be seeing a new Chairman in Ginger's seat...

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Mirror Mirror On The Wall.....(Credit: Train)

We begin our segment backstage inside the Senatorial Stable locker room. Nobody else is in there except for one man, Thunder Train. A full body mirror stands up in front of him. Train is flexing and posing in front of the mirror without a care in the world.

Thunder Train: Mirror mirror on the wall. Who is the hungriest of them all?

Train flexes some more.

Train: THATS RIGHT BABY! ME!

Train thinks he hears the door to the locker room open and looks around for second but shrugs and continues posing again.

?: What are you doing?

Train: GAH! Don't sneak up on me like that!

?: Sorry, but I feel we need to talk.

Train: I don't. I have more important things to do..

Train turns around and Chef is standing there.

Chef: I asked you a while ago if I could be your manager. Now I want an answer..

Train: Listen, I need a drink. Do you want one?

Chef: *Sigh*....Sure...

Train walks over to the Senatorial Fridge and pulls out two bottles. It is unknown whether it's beer or pop (Yes its called pop, suck it.) Train hands Chef one and pops the cap off his own bottle by eating the bottle cap. Chef looks surprised at the gesture and lets out a chuckle. He sets the bottle onto a table and turns his attention back to Train.

Chef: We really should talk business. I mean this is very important to me.

Train: Listen, I got a lot going on right now. I got my album coming out in a couple weeks. I got Freeman to worry about. Thunderkiss has been acting like a lunatic lately. I can't keep up with all this!

Chef: He's Thunderkiss again?

Train: Yeah...

Chef: I thought he was Aiden Joseph.

Train: He changed back.

Chef: OK....

Train: Listen, If I could I would make you my manager but with everything going on lately, it seems that I can't fit it into my schedule right now.

Chef: What a stupid excuse. If you didn't want me to be your manager you should have just said so.

Train: Why so serious? I told you why I can't. If you were my manager that would bring a lot more pressure into my current situation.

Chef: If I was your manager you could let me handle some of those things. And to think, I brought more cake...

Train: *Sigh*.....Where is the cake?

Chef: Right here...

Chef grabs a cake from...nowhere...which is strange. Train once again eats the cake in about 10 seconds and starts licking the box and begins eating the box as well. After a total of 30 seconds pass by, everything has been eaten by Train. He begins licking his fingers after to make sure he gets every last bit.

Train: I'll tell you what. If you can swing by here at Seven Deadly Sins, I'll see if I can make you my manager then.

Chef: Alright, see you later then.

Chef leaves the room while Train stand there and says to himself "ITS SO GOOD." Obviously, the cake was the icing on the cake for Chef's plan. How will it end? We must wait for the Seven Deadly Sins to find out.

Fade to black.