Monday Night Warfare 11th August 2008

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Monday Night Warfare 11th August 2008

Schedule:

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Kudo Yasuda vs. The Zombie and Macho Libre

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Zero Opportunity Open Challenge

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Jake Steele w/Thunder Train vs. Dan White w/Rattlesnake

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Wayde Russler & G-Unit vs. Jake Cheng & The Debasers

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Danny Mainer vs. Scott Andrews

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Wooden Pegs were used in Tudor times to construct houses which fit into slots in the wood-work frame by heating them up to brilliant temperatures. Now, you may ask why have I written this to start off tonight's show? I have done so because with OCW having a power-house monopoly over Alpha Championship Wrestling, their strangle-hold is tense and seemingly unbreakable. But there's a heatwave coming and that might be enough to have said power-house crashing around BK London and his ensembles ears...

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Segment: ACW > OCW (Credit: Dan White)

The camera fades into view, and we're greeted with the usual pyro show, with Warfare's opening music blaring and the fireworks going up and everywhere. There's cheers from the crowd, and they only get louder, as “Anarchy in the UK” hits, and The Welsh Dragon Dan White, one half of the Tag Team Champions (with Rattlesnake) walks out, carrying a briefcase in one hand, and a his title in the other hand. He looks confident as he walks down in three quarter length white khakis, a Mr. T t-shirt, and Converse All Star shoes. He enters the ring, leaping up onto a turnbuckle and hoisting his belt up, before turning around and leaping down. He rests the briefcase on the floor, and catches a microphone chucked to him from a crew member.

Dan: My name is Dan White. And I am an ACW Tag Team Champion.

He pauses, and the crowd give a small pop again.

Dan: And last Thursday night, ACW was tarnished by a few arsewipes who have decided to break away and form their own little faction. And I'm sure that many of you are a tad pissed off that they have formed this “Omega Wrestling Federation”, or whatever it's called.

He pauses again, allowing the feds to have their say. The responding comments aren't positive. A camera pans into a sign saying “BK London is scum”.

Dan: And to be honest, we've seen this all before. BK gets his chums all hyper and angsty, and plans to take over the fed. We saw it with the Corporate Alliance, twice no less, and all that got him was another failed World championship conquest. But I'm not arsed. You may have seen the little spat me and BK London had the other day, and it got me thinking about something. I am not a World Heavyweight champion. I have not been a World Heavyweight champion. Until today.

The crowd pops, but are understandably a little confused to by what Dan means.

Dan: You see, I noticed something about what BK has attempted to accomplish. He has tried to spark a formal revolution that is to send shockwaves through the entire fed. And is it working? Sure. He's pissed a lot of people off, him and his triple act with Russo and Cheng. But to be honest, it's boring. I mean really, it is. Where is the anarchy? Where is the passion? You get a lot more fun out of burning your rival's house down than just buying out his company.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and reopening them.

Dan: BK will know the true meaning of a Revolution in due time. It's just a matter of time...

He puts the belt on his shoulder, freeing his hand to pick up the briefcase. The fans look a little bit peeved that they never got to see what was in the briefcase, but assume that, like this “revolution”, it'll be known sooner rather than later. But speaking of revolutions, what is Dan trying to play at? What are his intentions, and when is he going to implement them? All this will be found out in due time, but for now, as Dan exits the ring, we'll just have to wait and see...












Dan: Ah hell with it, I'm not going to wait and beat around the bush.

He gets back into the ring, much to the happiness of the crowd, and he holds the briefcase up.

Dan: There are many people that have stepped into Alpha Championship Wrestling. Some great, some mediocre, and some are pretty terrible. But in wake of BK's sudden actions, I had a great vision. The World Title has changed hands 23 times in four years, and an incredibly, we've had 19 different champions. I mean talk about diversity. Even more incredibly, perhaps alarmingly, only three of these champions are still active in the fed. But tonight, we will see a 20th different person pick up the title, and that is one hundred percent guaranteed.

The crowd are curious still, as Dan hasn't really let the cat out the bag yet.

Dan: But yes, there will be a new champion tonight. But let's look at the roster? Who is worthy of winning the title? Well we have Jay Zero, but he's never really propelled into that top role. There's The Senator, but as proven in recent weeks, he's becoming a liability to himself, and he doesn't have what it takes any more. There's also Scott Andrews, who I truly believe will become a World Champion one day. But that day isn't today.

Dan opens up the briefcase, and pulls out something. It's obviously clear what it is, and there's even more confusion when Dan shows it off to the crowd.



The World title belt is what it obviously is, but with a few changes. BK's version was edited to “OCW”, although this one is original. It also carries Dan's name, but everyone are sure to be confused at why Dan stole BK's title, and why he has placed his name on it.

Dan: Now, I have not stolen this title off of BK London. Do not be fooled by this. Instead, I had Gingerdude earn me the right to take the replica belt from the patented ACW safe, and he gave me the right to exercise this idea. As much as I think the guy is an arsewipe, he truly believes that by helping others, you can help yourself. So consider me in against the fight against Stephen Russo. But at the same time, don't think I am aligning myself with Gingerdude. I'm just doing what's best for me.

He stops again, and the crowd are beginning to get louder, as they know what's happening next.

Dan: Basically, when BK London formed the OCW, and when he changed the name of the World title to “OCW”, it left ACW without a World champion, until now. So without further ado, I officially announce myself as the new ACW World Heavyweight Champion, and that, my friend is a right touch!

The fans go batshit mental for the announcement, as Dan drops the briefcase and proudly holds up his World title. Whether his reign is official or not is one thing, but the important factor is that it's sure to ruffle more than a few feathers amongst ACW's elite. It seems that OCW has just been checked, and Dan is ready for to hit check mate.

Fade out.

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Segment: The Ol' Switcharoo (Credit: BK London/Red)

Four hours prior to the show...

As the scene fades in from black, we see noticeable ACW talent such as Jay Zero, Dan White, Jake Steele, Thunder Train, and many more making their way through the airport with their bags in hand. It seems there was an overseas ACW show over the weekend, and many are returning home for the first time with only four hours left until the show starts.

But two wrestlers are still stuck at baggage claim, the reunited couple of Los Rojos and the ACW Heavyweight Champion BK London. While Mr. Red is leaning on the wall with his wife leaning on him, the World Champion is on his cell phone chattering away.

BK London: Well Jake, are you guys all at the arena already?

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BK London: ..I know, I know. I'll be there soon, I'm still at baggage claim. The ACW Island Airlines have to be the shittiest in the world. Excuse me for a second Jake...

BK London pulls his head from the phone and turns to one of the employees, the janitor of all people, and begins screaming at him.

BK London: Hey hey hey, what's the hold up here? Can I get my fucking luggage so I can go?

The janitor takes one look at BK London, and then returns to mopping up the floor next to them. London scoffs, and is about to return to his phone conversation when Mr. Red decides to interject.

Mr. Red: Maybe you should calm down, this happens to the best of us. The only thing to do is just relax, and take it easy.

BK London turns over to Mr. Red.

BK London: I'll call you back in a few minutes Jake.

BK London advances towards Mr. Red, who doesn't look intimidated in the slightest, and why should he? He's had a few encounters with BK London in the past, so he's pretty much used to the firey temper of London. His wife, however, slumps in behind him and peeks over his shoulder at the Champion.

BK London: Maybe for common people like you - Entertainment Champions like YOU - this happens all the time, but I'm the ACW Champion, alright? I have things to attend to before I can get ready for anything this evenings. I have to autograph some old t-shirts for some Make-A-Wish foundation, answer questions from the press - I have plenty to do! I don't have time to be in a airport!

Mr. Red doesn't look impressed, nor pleased with what just went down. He brings his hand to his nose and pulls his head back.

Mr. Red: ...and evidently you have to stack up on more breathmints.

BK London's eyes dart from side to side and he quickly places his own hand in front of his mouth, but not before seeing a recognizable bag in the corner of his eyes. He quickly turns it and grabs it, without paying attention and turns back to Red.

BK London: Stay out of my way jerk.

BK London storms off, and a bag smiliar to Mr. Red's bag comes on the conveyor belt. He picks it up and realizes something its wrong with this back while inspecting it's weight.

Mr. Red: Wait a minute...

Mrs. Red: Que tienes?

Mr. Red places the bag down on a surface before opening it up and noticing none of his stuff is in there, but he seems to have hit the motherload. He pulls out the granddaddy of all there is in ACW, the ACW Heavyweight Championship - now with the letters OCW engraved on the front.

Mr. Red: Jackpot...

Mrs. Red: Odale. Que es eso? That's not yours is it?

Mr. Red: I am going to have a little fun with this.

Fade Out.

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Segment: “All Out” (Credit: Kudo)

Kudo is backstage with Kevin Anderson despite much protest and request for the more competent Charlotte King.

Kevin: Kudo! I have only one thing to ask you: How does it feel to be part of the main event just a few weeks ago and to now be opening the show?

Kudo stares at Kevin with a vein slightly forming above his left eye.

Kevin: I mean do you even know who The Zombie and or Macho Libre are? It sounds like not one bad movie, but 2 bad straight to DVD movies, and ACW has given you a free pass and popcorn to watch them.

Kudo: That’s got to be a record Kevin.

Kevin: I broke a record? Awesome! For what?

Kudo: For taking the least possible time to walk up to me and piss me off.

Kevin: Oh.

A "tumbleweed" moment between the to takes place.

Kudo: Listen. It doesn’t matter if I’m on the top, the middle or the bottom of the card. Do you know how many junior heavyweights would kill for the chance to be on an ACW card, hell to be on any card?! And it doesn’t matter who I’m facing, or how many people I’m facing. Because I will still go out and perform like the junior heavyweight leader of R-3 should perform.

A hint of the crowd’s cheers can be heard from afar.

Kevin: And how’s that?

Kudo looks at Kevin with an “are you serious?” expression.

Kudo: …well, Kevin. I will perform well.

Kevin: Oh.

Kudo: You see this won’t be another “Rite of Spring.” –

Kevin: Right of what?

Kudo: Geez, read a book Kevin. What I mean is that this sell out crowd here tonight isn’t going to be rioting in disappointment after my match, because I’m going to give them a 100% performance no matter what. They know what they’re expecting of me and I know it too. Zombie, Macho Libre, you can go ahead and add a Rapping Rabbi into the match and the formula doesn’t change! When the fans watch Kudo Yasuda, they expect only the best, and who am I to not deliver? After all, I carry the burden on my back.

Kudo passes by Kevin as the camera catches the word “ARMADA” on the flag draped on Kudo’s back.

-Fade Out-

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MATCH 1: Kudo Yasuda VS Macho Libre & The Zombie (Credit: BK London)

Even Kudo is begining to ask himself how he could get into a predicament such as this, a handicap match against possibly the worst two jobber gimmicks in wrestling history. The Zombie continues around the ring, limping as if he were actually dead, and Macho Libre continues saying "Ooooooh Yeaaah" to anyone that will actually listen to him. One of Russo's ideas Kudo thinks to himself, and quickly takes down Macho Libre with a clothesline. Macho Libre drops to the ground like a sack of bricks, and before Kudo could turn around he 's attacked from behind by The Zombie. However, the forearm to the upper back isn't nearly as effective as it should be. Quickly, he turns around and floors The Zombie with a huge Roundhouse Kick to the jaw.

The Zombie drops down to the mat, and now Macho Libre has managed to climb to the top rope. Kudo turns around, and Macho Libre attempts a Diving Double Axe Handle to Kudo - but Kudo manages to kick him in the abdomen in mid air. The air runs out of the lungs of Macho Libre, and Kudo Yasuda bounces off the ropes and scores with he Yakuza Knee Strike to the temple. Easily, Kudo makes the pin and gets a win over his so called opponents.

Wasn't exactly the competition Kudo Yasuda was looking for, but it kept him busy for the night. He makes his way up the ramp and disappears through the curtain as the segment fades out.

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Segment: Reconnaissance
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns from the break, Kevin “The Internet” Anderson, a very important person(if you ask him), is seen outside the production room, when he notices the door cracked, and a familiar figure seated inside, intently watching several security feeds.

Kevin Anderson: Aha! I finally found you!

The Senator: Hush, you.

Kevin: Senator Phillips, I have a bunch of questions that the internet is buzzing with, and you need to answer!

Senator: Yeah, yeah, come back later, preferably when I am absent from these particular premises…

Kevin: No! I can’t wait, the world can’t wait…the internet can’t wait! Besides…what ARE you doing here? Did Stephan Russo fire you from wrestling and put you on the production team?

Senator: You ninny, if it was not obvious enough, I am doing a bit of surveillance work on the aforementioned thorn in my side. I was being hush-hush about it, but now that you barged in here with the cameraman in tow, I might as well fess up. Stephan Russo, BK London, OCW, be wary of your surroundings! You know not when I will strike next, where I gain my revenge, how I will avenge myself of your heinous attack. What you will know, is that I will spare no expense to destroy OCW, and I will spare no member of your motley crew of malcontents! I have observed your movements, and I know your entire schedules. And if you think you can get away with hijacking this fine wrestling organization, you are sadly mistaken…and that, my friends, is nothing…but the truth. Now, shut that door, and let me get back to my work...

Fade Out

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Backstage Bullshit
Danny Mainer/Silencio

Walking backstage in a quick and focused manner is none other then Danny Mainer's bodyguard ANTHRAX in his typical open collar suit. He's walking briskly down the corridor, man on a mission style but suddenly he's stopped by a buzzing sensation in his breast-pocket. ANTHRAX stops his power-walk and pulls a Motorola RAZR out of his pocket. He flips the phone open and presses it to his ear.

ANTHRAX: Ugh, Danny. Hello?

Danny: HEY! ANTHRAX, did you find me a bagel yet?

ANTHRAX: No Danny, there's none left in the car. We ate them all on the way up here.

Danny: Damn, hey listen ANTHRAX, I'd advise watching your back tonight. I dunno what but something just doesn't feel right about the arena today. I mean I dunno what it is bu-

Danny is cut off and ANTHRAX stares at the phone open-mouthed. ANTHRAX stares in disbelief as the phone screen starts to say the words "Don't Turn Around". ANTHRAX's top-security phone has just been hacked and ANTHRAX instinctively turns around to become the victim of a baseball bat shot straight to the head. ANTHRAX collapses onto the floor, his phone slides across the shiny tiled floor as his assailant who reveals himself to be Silencio starts to attack the floored ANTHRAX with several baseball bat shots to the chest and a few complimentary stamps.

SILENCIO: Fucking jackass. You like that ANTHRAX? You like getting pulverized? Well good, 'cause there's more in store for you.

Silencio grabs ANTHRAX by his hair and drags him along the slidey floors up the corridor in the direction his phone flew. As he walks past it, Silencio picks it up and pockets it while simultaneously moving ANTHRAX towards a big dumpster at the end of the hallway. Silencio then props ANTHRAX's back against it while fumbling to open the safety catch on it. He opens the dumpster up in all of it's stinky, trash glory and amongst the rotten food and broken gadgets is various non-descript hygeine products used by the roster. ANTHRAX tries loosely to flail his brass knuckled fist towards Silencio's stomach but Silencio hops back and stubs out his resistance with another strike of the bat.

SILENCIO: Nice try... not good enough though.

Silencio's eyes are almost blazing with rage. Thinking spur of the moment, Silencio pushes ANTHRAX off from his seated position against the dumpster and hastily yanks up his blazer jacket undocking his shirt in the process. Exposing his bare back Silencio then pulls out a spray-can from his pocket, he then starts to spray black paint all over it spelling out the letters "MSF". Although one can not be sure what that means, Silencio pulls down ANTHRAX's shirt and then he stands him up against the open dumpster. Leaving the container lid against the wall to give ANTHRAX full entry. Silencio then kicks ANTHRAX in the stomach turning him to the side so he can deliver The Silencer!

Silencio connects it hitting The Pumphandle Piledriver right into the the trash heap. Silencio then picks himself up and dusts off before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a padlock with a key locked into it. He takes the key out and throws it into the open dumpster which lands on ANTHRAX's chest which is rising and falling heavily with fatigue from the attack. Silencio then slams the lid shut on the dumpster before putting the latch on. Then, Silencio puts the thick, heavyset, comically oversized padlock on the safetly latch and clicks it into place. He then tugs it against the steel hoop to test its sturdiness.

Satisfied, Silencio then pulls ANTHRAX's phone out of his pocket and flips it open looking at the features before scanning through the fairly short phonebook consisting of "Danny Mainer", "Caitlynn Dufraisne" and "Dimitri Rubrev". A sick smile curls across Silencio's lips and he chuckles to himself.

SILENCIO: This will come in handy...

Silencio then pockets the phone again and picks up the baseball bat and taps the tip in his right hand before hitting a lightning fast double handled smash right onto the lid of the dumpster crashing with a thud. The bang is intensified in the unforgiving, remorseless metal coffin of ANTHRAX. Silencio just laughs a corporate billionaire laugh as Silencio walks off cradling the bat leaving ANTHRAX to fend for himself locked in the dumpster. As Silencio is about to leave through a set of double-doors to head out for his day to day business, he stops and takes one look back before smirking at the scene. He then turns and walks off again as the screen turns to black with the final shot being on the dumpster.

FADE

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[Segment] An interview with a spot of arrogance
[Credit] Bryce

The cameras switch to the backstage area where Charlotte King can be shown standing by herself, she has a microphone in her right hand and looks irritated. She glances at her watch before letting out a sigh; she appears to be waiting for something, or somebody. As short time passes an increasingly irritated Charlotte seems ready to give up, however something catches the corner of her eye; a moving shadow. She turns to see a man making his way down the nearest corridor, and heading towards Charlotte. As the man reaches her and steps into the light, it turns out to be none other than ACW newcomer Bryce. He is wearing a long sleeved black shirt with a white B over the left breast, as well as similar dark blue jeans to what he wore in his debut appearance. He has a sense of both confidence and arrogance about him, with a slight smirk that does nothing to eliminate this perception. Charlotte hisses something at him before realising the cameras are rolling, she turns to face the camera again lifting the microphone and forcing a smile.

Charlotte: Ladies and gentlemen I am joined at this time by a man who made quite a stir last week with his debut appearance in ACW, ACW newcomer...Bryce!

Charlotte isn't too enthusiastic in her words, and it shows in her lack of expression in her voice. She attempts to continue though Bryce cuts in, taking the microphone from her hands.

Bryce: You know Charlotte, last week not only did I create a stir, but I also put everyone who is on the ACW roster on alert. See, they haven't seen the Epitome of Athleticism in action yet, but already they're too scared to even walk in the same corridors as me.

Bryce pauses looking down briefly before turning to Charlotte.

Bryce: And I don't blame them.

Bryce lets out a chuckle, though his arrogance seems to annoy Charlotte even further. She snatches the microphone back, much to the amusement of Bryce.

Charlotte: You seem to have quite the little ego there, don't you Bryce?

Charlotte holds out the microphone though looks at the camera as he replies.

Bryce [Grinning]: I like to call it being confident in my abilities, but hey if that's what makes you tick, then by all means go for it!

As Bryce's grin widens Charlotte attempts to ignore him by pressing on with the interview.

Charlotte: You seem to have fairly low opinions of the ACW roster, for a man who is classed as rookie by most, what makes you think you can step into ACW and be able to beat these veterans?

Bryce's grin returns to a slight smirk as he looks more focused.

Bryce: Charlotte, I don't think I can beat the veterans on the ACW roster - I know I can beat them. Sure, I may be stepping into ACW with a considerably smaller amount of experience in the "industry", but when it comes down to it there is no one that can outmatch me talent-wise or athletically. Who is else is able to pull off his opponent's moves picture perfectly at the first attempt?

Charlotte: Wel--

Bryce: That's right, there's no one...no one but ME. So what, they may have a bit more experience than me? So what, they may be more "accomplished" than me? I am something better than that; I am something they can only dream of. I am the Epitome of Athleticism.

Charlotte is taken aback for a short time before finally following up with another question.

Charlotte: That's all good and well Bryce, but where's your "athleticism" going to get you when someone who is as technically sound as Senator Steve Phillips is able to reverse all your moves and knows what you're going to attempt before you attempt it?

A grin appears on the face of Charlotte who feels she just pressured Bryce into a bad spot. However, her expression changes to a look of surprise as Bryce chuckles and begins to shake his head at her.

Bryce: You just don't get it do you? I heard you were a bit blond, but damn! Yes, the people on the roster here may be technically sound, they may be experienced - but there is something they aren't, and that's in shape. The majority are either overweight, have a broken body from years of wrestling or are simply out of shape. My body is honed to perfection; my athleticism is second to none. I am sharper than any other person, my reflexes are better than any other person. The fact is, by the time my opponent has even had time to think about something; I've done it.

Charlotte seems to be growing more aggravated and irritated by Bryce's arrogance and apparently having an answer for everything.

Charlotte: Since you already believe that you’re the best thing to ever grace a wrestling ring, just why have you decided to come ACW?

Bryce [Shaking his head with a smirk]: I thought even you could work that out, Charlotte! It's simple really...I've come to ACW just to show everyone what a REAL wrestler should look like...what a real wrestler should act like...and most importantly what a real wrestler should wrestle like! Though, let's face it Charlotte, there's only ever going to be one wrestler who looks as great as I do and who wrestles as great as I do...and that's me.

As Bryce finishes his begins to back away out of shot, he winks at Charlotte as his smirk grows before turning to walk away. Charlotte looks doesn't look sure how to react and stands in silence before eventually ending the segment.

Charlotte: Well that er, ladies and gentlemen was the newest addition to the ACW roster...Bryce.

The screen slowly fades to black as Charlotte still has a look of bewilderment on her face.

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Segment: Vengeance Of The Dead (A Zombies Job Is Never Done)

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

After resting up good and proper by not being in action last week, Scott Andrews is good to go for his match against Danny Mainer tonight. Scott may have never beaten Danny in previous competition, but both times were when Scott had just returned and was still trying to build momentum. At this point, Scott’s on fire and ready to show the world just what he can do. A match against the “Six String Shogun” will be no easy task, especially when he’s on the rebound of his match at Seven Deadly Sins. However, Scott is determined to make sure his win at Seven Deadly Sins was not a fluke or a lucky win. He wants to prove his worth; he wants to prove he deserves it. And by beating a former International Champion, and a man he has yet to beat in ACW competition, he will continue to make his mark in ACW history books.

The crowd in the arena are waiting to see what lies in store for them next on Warfare, and as “Anasasis/Xenophontis” begins playing over the audio system the atmosphere turns 180 degrees. The fans are on their feet as they watch Scott Andrews, dressed in casual backstage attire; jeans and band shirt, march into the arena, microphone in hand. He slaps a few fans hands before reaching the ring apron and leaping up to get into the ring. He looks out into the crowd and waits for the cheers to die down, as well as his music.

McNally:[/color] Here he is! Scott Andrews!

Scott: Hello ladies and jackasses!

The crowd cheer.

Scott: Tonight, I, Scott Andrews, The Scarlet Assassin, have a match in the Main Event against one Danny Mainer. Now, if I’m not mistaken, Danny hasn’t had the best of luck lately, and when you’re going up against Scott Andrews you need as much luck as you can get. Both times I’ve fought Danny I’ve lost, not because I was inferior in skill; because God knows I have his number in all aspects of wrestling knowledge and ability, but it was because he got lucky.

The crowd seem to agree with Scott.

Scott: Y’see the luck meter is about to run out tonight, Danny, and I will show the world exactly why I deserve the title shot I have. Because tonight isn’t about a rivalry, it’s not about me hating you and you hating me, it’s not about respect, and it damn sure ain’t about my title shot opportunity; this is about progress. This is about the natural progression that I will now take from here on out. I am set to take on the best ACW has to offer and in doing so I will decimate them all, whether by tap out or knock out, and - - -

Before Scott can get his words out of his mouth, generic techno music begins playing over the P.A. and a man in a black Armani suit walks out on stage. He is of average build with long hair in a pony tail and facial hair around his chin and moustache area. The crowd are already booing the man profusely and as he speaks the boos just get louder.

Edison: This guy better have a good reason for coming out here, Max. Scott isn’t known for letting people get away with disrespect, let alone keeping his temper!

Man: Sorry to interrupt your wonderful speech, Scott, but I have some important news for you. My name is Joseph Chambers and I am a representative sent by an old friend of yours...Mr. Ivan Carter.

The look on Scott’s face is one of total shock and amazement.

Scott: He...but, he’s...he’s dead!

McNally:[/color] Scott’s right, Eddy! He’s been dead for over a year!

The man smirks and begins to chuckle.

Mr. Chambers: I know it may seem like an unusual situation, but let me assure you, you have a mark on your head. Ivan is dead, you are correct; but he left me with the duty of making sure your life is a living hell!

The crowd boo frantically, emphasising their extreme hate for Ivan Carter and anything associated with him.

Mr. Chambers: Scott, you’ve given us too much ammunition and too much reason not to let this whole mess go. My boss is dead because of you - - -

Scott: Your boss is dead because he was an asshole!

The crowd cheer for their hero.

Scott: You can come out here and tell me you’re gonna make my life a living hell, but until you can prove that you are going put your words into action, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.

The crowd really get behind Andrews taking no shit from this potentially dangerous character.

Mr. Chambers: Trust me, Scott, you’ll find out soon enough. We don’t plan to kill you; that’d be too easy. We just want to hurt you and those you hold closest, not to mention ruin your career! You have made yourself a target since then Scott and the world you thought was just getting built around you will all come crumbling down...

McNally:[/color] What does this mean for Scott Andrews?! Is he safe in ACW anymore?!

The lights immediately go out and when they come back on Mr. Chambers is gone. Scott looks around trying to see if anyone is closing in on him. He drops the microphone and makes his way backstage with a look of anger on his face. He is in too good a position in ACW right now to have some weasel like Chambers ruining his time. Scott is about to sling shit back in the face of danger.

Fade Out.

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Segment: “3 Fast, 3 Furious” (Credit: Kudo + Wayde + Bryce)

Kudo Yasuda returns from his match backstage looking to cool down and enjoy the rest of the show in the comfort of his locker room. As he quickly navigates through the hallways however, he ends up in a narrow end with Wayde Russeller. Wayde, with his black cowboy hat on his head tries to get through but the two awkwardly block each others’ ways incidentally.

Kudo: Would you mind stepping out of the way? I’ve got to get around to my locker room.

Kudo makes a move and gets past Wayde by brushing past his shoulder, but stops as he hears words behind him.

Wayde: Geez, I don’t know what you’re in a hurry for, it’s not like you have someplace to go.

Kudo turns around and stares Wayde in the face.

Kudo: What did you say?

Wayde: Hey now, don’t go getting an attitude with me buddy, you got someplace to go then go. Don’t go mouthing off to me like I owe you something.

Kudo: I’m not your buddy. But since we’re here face to face, I’ve got a question to ask you. How come I wasn’t booked on Thursday Meltdown, the show you ran? You knew I was eager to get back into the ring after Seven Deadly Sins to prove myself. That was typical junior heavyweight oppression by management...and a heavyweight in the management position no less.

Wayde: Hey! Don't pull the junior weight crap on me! I had a couple junior weights! In the New Comer Battle Royal, there was Takenzo and even Logan Locke! They are solid junior weights! AS for you, I guess I just forgot. To tell you the truth you were pretty forgettable…

Kudo: What was that?!

??: He said you were forgettable.

Kudo and Wayde turn their heads to see newcomer Bryce stepping up next to them. Bryce is in the same attire previously seen in his interview with Charlotte King, he has a slight smirk on his face, but still manages to remain a look of seriousness.

Bryce: He said you were forgettable, and let's face it Kudo, you are. The reason you didn't have a match last week and the reason tonight you were opening the curtains against nobodies is quite simple really; you're a nobody yourself. How pathetic. Personally I'm glad you weren't booked; it gives people who mean something in ACW more air time, instead instead of people like you who don't. I'm sure you enjoyed your day off; because I can ensure you the fans enjoyed seeing me instead of you!

Kudo’s famous vein starts forming over his left eye, but Wayde’s rather large frame stands in between the two men before he snaps.

Bryce: See Kudo, there's someone much more deserving of being booked than you. There's someone not only more talented, not only better looking than you, but also in a whole new level athletically compared to you. And that's me; The Epitome of Athleticism!

Wayde: Whoa now don’t get ahead of yourselves. I said he was forgettable, but your ass is forgettable too. You – Bryce was it? You show up suddenly and demand that you get opportunities and prove you are the best and Kudo here who happened to hold a title back in the Stone Age who thinks that gives him a reason to be respected? Don’t make me laugh.

Kudo: …

Bryce: …

Wayde: You’re both going to be snuffed out in this company and it’s only a matter of time. You see, ACW has become a stables game. You get power through numbers people. What I see in front of me is a person who’s fallen off the map and become nobody, and another nobody came and took his place.

Kudo holds the ARMADA flag in front of Wayde’s face.

Kudo: This, is my numbers game.

Bryce [Laughing]: Now that's...that's amusing Kudo. *Bryce pauses because he can stop laughing* You seriously think your freakin' imaginary friends have your back? Damn!

Wayde: The Armada you did form, again, back in the Stone Age was a complete failure, just like you’ve become now.

Bryce starts to mockingly laugh again.

Wayde: I don’t know what you’re laughing at Bryce, you’re so new here you don’t even have anybody who would want to watch your back. You see boys, everyone needs a posse now to run with the big boys. The two of you are insignificant compared to the new Upper Echelon. You’re just time fillers in between our appearances. You’re like clowns at a rodeo show; there to appease the crowd after the fact while men like us take on the bulls head on.

Kudo: Oh a simile, I didn’t think someone like you could put together something like that.

Bryce points at Kudo.

Bryce: You know what, Kudo? If there's anyone in ACW who deserves a shot...it's me. Not some has-been who spends his days counting down to retirement by beating nobodies.

Kudo: You want your shot? How about you come meet me in the ring on Meltdown and see if you can take it?

Bryce and Kudo stare into each others’ eyes with high tension.

Bryce: Gladly. Though, I'd say it's the other way round, since we both know you don't have "it" anymore...if you ever did in the first place though is another matter.

Wayde: Well isn’t that nice. Now you two can keep each other company down at the bottom of the card. Like I said, it’s a numbers game people, and frankly neither of you measure up.

Wayde walks on and his shoulders intentionally nudge both Bryce and Kudo as he leaves the scene.

Kudo(looking at Bryce): Thursday…

Bryce[looking at Kudo]: Thursday.

-Fade Out-

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Match 2:

_{Credit: Jay Zero}

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Not sure where we left off? Right. Well. At Seven Deadly Sins, Jay Zero came closer and closer to becoming a top contender at the finest title that ACW has to offer. Jay Zero had the chance to become one of the biggest threats to the current World Heavyweight Champion BK London. And after eliminating Jake Steele, he became so close to that point -- that he thought he would finally do it. Finally, he would earn what he's been striving for. But within the blink of an eye, it was taken away. Within moments, he had Scott up on his shoulders, and then the next, he had his own head rammed into a steel pole, sending him to a black out. Now? Now Zero has gone to a point where we never thought we'd see him travel. He's shaved off the majority of his hair and has begun to beg for love and acceptance. And tonight, with Zero in action, maybe this can be his chance to do just that.

Now that we're all caught up, returning from our first commercial break, the scene opens up to a shot of the Alphatron as the camera slowly backs away. At ringside in the ACW arena, you can hear chants coming from every which way and the atmosphere is absolutely electric. Not shown on camera yet is the ring and it's contents. Inside are both ring announcer Philip Jones and referee Carter Donovan. The crowd remains standing while chanting and cheering. With the camera backing up, things become more clear to see, which now includes the ring. And the current lighting used makes for a cozy, warm setting. And things are certainly about to heat up.

[glow=red,2,300]Ding Ding Ding [/glow]

Philip Jones[/color] :: Ladies and Gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the Zero Opportunity Open Challenge!

Three spotlights, all different shades of blue starting from a dark royal blue, to a lighter shade circle through the arena as the house lights dim down to nothing. The lights swerve in and out as "Unbroken [Hotel Baby]" by Monster Magnet begins to play. When the boos begin to break out, it is nothing out of the ordinary - however - it most likely isn't going over too well in Jays head. The black curtain that separates the stage from backstage is pushed out of the way, but, seeing as how the lights are out, nobody takes notice. Zero steps out onto the stage and simultaneously all three spotlights wind down and join paths, stopping down right on Jay Zero.

Philip Jones :: First, making his way to the ring from Portland, Maine! He weighs in at 196 pounds and stands at 5' 8" tall! The Perfect Ten! Jay! ZEEEROOO!

He stands as tall as he can in his mid-shin black boots with gold and white tassels that hang down freely. He sports some black knee pads to help protect himself and golden shorts with more of the white and golden tassels that match those of his boots. He wears a fur coat around his shoulders and back, but is left unbuttoned in the front, exposing his well sculpted abs and pectorals. With sunglasses shading his eyes and his shortened hair gelled up and looking fine, Zero makes his way down the entrance ramp with the spotlights on him all the way down. He is handed a microphone right before sliding in underneath the bottom rope. He hops to his feet and turns the microphone on -- wasting little time. There's no need in posing, these people don't deserve it. The lights slowly begin to come back to life as the music of Jay Zero starts to fade out.

Zero :: What's it gonna take? Seriously. Give me a goddamn hint, people!

I open myself up to you and get NOTHING in return! No gratitude! No remorse! NOTHING! Instead! You all rather gab about the "New" Upper Echelon or this OCW bullshit! Well let me tell ya' people a lil' something! It doesn't matter!

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Jay Zero doesn't appear to be getting through to the people.

Zero :: The Upper Echelon is merely an utter joke compared to the last version! G-Unit and Wayde Russeller? Pft. Yeah! Cause when I think of fucking glory and skill -yeah- I think of G-Unit and Wayde Russeller!

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The crowd boos in their disapproval for Jay Zero bashing some of their favorites.

Zero :: Oh! So what! You people aren't going to approve of me because I have an opinion?! You all won't cheer for me because I don't play video games during my job? You won't cheer for me because I don't come down to this ring with a useless guitar, pretending to be a rockstar?! Or is it, that you won't cheer for me, because I'm not a Democratic government official?

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Zero looks out into the crowd which is barely visible to him with the spotlights shining down on him. But the lack of a visual is made up by the boos that he receives.

Zero :: Face it! You won't cheer for me because instead of running around like a child, or--or some wannabe; I actually do my job! This isn't just some ploy to win over a popular vote! This isn't just some stepping stone to make myself known in another career path that I was too lazy to pursue from the start! This is a job that I take seriously! And this is a job where you dumb ass people all can't seem to separate skill from immaturity!

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Booooo. As the crowd shows their willingness to go against what he says, Zero begins to pace around the ring.

Zero :: So from now on! You people will cheer for me! You people will practically be throwing your money for a chance to buy a ticket to come see Jay Zero! You people will do what you SHOULD already be doing! And that is loving me!

From now on! I'm going to make you all SEE the difference between skill and immaturity! No longer are you lazy bastards going to sit by and watch a washed up tag team play video games instead of training for their next title opportunity! No longer are you going to idly watch a little puke like Danny Mainer try and fulfill his childhood dream of becoming a two-bit guitar god! And no longer are you going to be forced to cheer for a crooked Democrat who is using this career as a guarantee for more votes like Steve Philips has! No longer will you all be forced to watch this canned shit that's shoved down your throats each and every week!

From now on, you all are going to see what real skill and a real hero look like! Starting tonight! You will see that I - Jay Zero, am not afraid of a challenge! That's why right here and right now, I have issued an open challenge to ANYBODY who dare take on the soon to be number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship Title! So starting right here and RIGHT! NOW!

You people will learn to love! And love to respect the name - ZERO!

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As he smiles wide for the fans, he turns off the microphone and tosses it to the mat, towards the bottom rope. He takes off his fur coat and hands it to referee Donovan Carter who walks it over towards a man at ringside who willingly takes it. The house lights begin to come back on and in the ring, Zero lightly hops on the tips of his toes, rolling his shoulders and getting himself into the right mind frame for his upcoming match. Right behind him, Philip Jones lifts up his microphone, ready to announce the next man.

Philip Jones[/color] :: And his opponent!

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The crowd is mainly silent as Philip Jones slowly pulls his microphone away and holds his hands together behind his back. Zero continues to stare towards the stage, having no clue of who may the one to step out to face him. He rolls his neck in circles, making sure he's comfortable. As the waiting time becomes longer and longer, the crowd - and Zero begin to come impatient. Zero walks up to Referee Donovan Carter and starts to get in his face, wondering if anybody even accepted. However, all doubt is quickly ceased when "Loser" by Beck hits the sound system. Wildly! The crowd cheers for the ACW in-ring return of Gary! But in the ring -- Zero finds it a joke. He looks towards the stage with an eyebrow raised, confused at why this is the man that has stepped up to the plate.

Philip Jones[/color] :: Weighing in at approximately 145 pounds and standing at 5' 7" tall! GARY!

Zero believes that this is a joke, but it most certainly not. Hopefully he doesn't take it for granted. Gary has been known to pull off some very big wins in his lackluster career in ACW. He's managed to pull one over on both former World Champion RDK, and the current World Champion BK London. Briefly laughing to himself, Zero begins to smile again as he looks towards the stage. Philip exits the ring at this time and returns to his seat at the bell keepers table.

Gary's music continues to play, however, he doesn't show up. As the lyrics of the out-there Beck keep on flowing, our loveable former ninja doesn't show. But just then! From the back of the arena on the floor level, cheers begin to surface. They get louder and louder as more people begin to notice what's happening! In the background behind Zero we see Gary flying through the masses of people! He gets his hands on the protective barricade and he hops over, sprinting towards the ring! He slides in with no trouble and runs, dropping to his butt and getting his arm around the inner thigh of Jay Zero, pulling him down into a roll up! This could be it!

ONE! TWO! THR--

Zero barely kicks out in time! Oh my god that was a close call! The crowd boos in disbelievement and Gary is shocked as well, thinking he had Zero! Zero rolls to his feet, eyes open wide, not even aware of what just happened. He stares at Gary and shakes his head, however, Gary makes on vital mistake: He takes his eyes off of Zero to sulk in the fact that his plan didn't work. Gary turns around and is brought down immediately with a stiff, clubbing like lariat that takes him down to the mat. Garys head bounces off the mat on impact and he grasps his neck in pain. Zero lifts the much lighter Gary up to his feet and looks to end it early with a Zero Darkness as he hoists Gary up on his shoulders. Zero paces, roaming around the ring with Gary on his shoulders, not expecting to receive a couple back elbows to the side of the head!

Gary slips off Zero's shoulders and stumbles to catch his feeting properly. He quickly punches Zero right in the kidney and turns him around, planting a very quick DDT! He covers again!

ONE! TWO! Kickout!

Zero throws his arm up, getting his right shoulder blade off the mat! This is twice now that Gary has seized an open opportunity, but can't quite seal the deal on it! Gary pulls himself up and Zero does as well where he quickly finds a right hand coming right into his jaw! Zero reels back and Gary follows. Zero spins around and gets a boot right into the midsection. Gary shoves Zero in between his thighs, I think looking for his signature piledriver! He grabs the back of Zero's tights and tries to lift but within an instance, Zero uses his strength to lift Gary over his head, in an Alabama Slam position. He runs forward and flips Gary, landing in a semi - Shwein like move!

Instead of pinning, Zero rolls to his feet and takes a second to clutch his head where he got dropped with the DDT. The injuries he suffered at Seven Deadly Sins may be coming back. Gary pulls himself to his feet and is quickly met with a leaping blow of Zero's patented HEADBUTT! which sends Gary stumbling backwards into the ropes in a daze! Zero quickly lands on his feet and runs towards Gary, grabbing onto his arm before whipping him towards the opposite side of the ring. Before letting go, Zero plants his feet and pulls Gary back towards him and then leaps high into the air, grabbing Gary's head with both arms and drilling him into the mat with an Ace Crusher! The ropes shake with impact and Gary looks motionless as Zero flips him over and hooks the legs. Donovan Carter gets down to count and the crowd helps him out with his job.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

Zero quickly pushes Garys legs away from him as he pulls himself to his feet.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

The crowd doesn't have too much reaction for Zero, and he takes notice of it. Referee Donovan Carter quickly checks on the well being of Gary who is now lying in the ring with his arms spread out to his sides and legs going off in a "V" shape. After checking up on the fallen victim of the random cutter, Referee Donovan Carter walks over to Jay Zero and tries to raises his hand in victory, but Zero arrogantly pulls his hand away and moves away from Carter, disgusted.

Philip Jones[/color] :: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner of the Zero Opportunity Open Challenge by pinfall! Jay! ZEEROO!

We can't be sure what is running through Jay Zero's head but whatever it is, it's making him look sour. He quickly pushes past the referee and demands a microphone, which he receives several seconds later. His theme music has begun playing, but it begins to fade out soon.

Zero :: Cut the damn music! Shut it off!

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He paces towards the middle of the ring now, looking down at Gary who is beginning to stir.

Zero :: Is this just a joke to you people?! I swear, at this point I could do whatever you people told me to do and you STILL wouldn't cheer for me! Look! I showed you that I can challenge anyone! Even if it was Gary that accepted -- I still laid the challenge out there! So ACW -- I have ONE question for you!

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Jay drops the microphone and grabs Gary by the head. He's already half sitting up, but Zero helps yank him fully to his feet. He hoists Gary onto his shoulders and spins him around, then leaps one step and flips Gary, driving his neck into the mat with a Zero Darkness, causing the crowd to boo Zero even more as he man handles the poor Gary. Zero rolls over and looks into the eyes of Gary who is wrenching at his neck in pain, and smiles. He reaches for the microphone without standing up and pulls it close to him as he keeps staring at Gary.

Zero :: ....DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?!

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He tosses the microphone away from him and Gary as his sadistic smile grows wider. He pushes off of the mat so that he's resting on both knees. As "Unbroken [Hotel Baby]" hits the sound system again, Zero slowly turns his head to look out into the crowd that don't dare to give into his requests. What really IS going through Zero's thoughts? Did Scott Andrews not only take his title shot, but rattle his brains a bit as well? With Jay Zero and Gary both still the ring, the scene begins to fade out in order to cut off to our next bit in the show.

The scene fades out.

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Segment: We have arrived... (Credit: OCW - BK London, Jake Cheng, AC Evans, and Henry McKaye)

And with that, we are taken to ringside where we see the fans waiting in anticipation. They don't have to wait long as the lights suddenly cut out and suddenly turn back on with flickers of red and black. Saxon's classic "The Eagle Has Landed" begins to blare over the sound system as the fans look a bit perplexed. The song plays slowly, with guitar chords that make you orgasm ten times over again. As the song continues to play, the fans all direct their attentions to the top of the ramp. From behind steps, BK London, Stephen Russo and Jake Cheng walk out from behind the curtains with a smug grin on their faces. BK London is wearing a custom made black Armani suit. He looks around the arena, through his brown tinted Dolce and shakes his head. Cheng is decked out a white suit which is equally snazzy. Russo looks to be the sharpest dressed man in the business right now, with a gray colored suit. The fans begin to boo loudly as the three men enter the ring.

BK London: Ladies and gentlemen, before we can start what was supposed to be a glorious evening - an evening of initiating two of the brightest stars into our group, I have to address this injustice committed before the show. It seems that one of your beloved heros, one of your ACW talent - is none other than a cold caniving thief! I'm talking about your "Entertainment Champion", Mr. Red.

A brief pop for the Red one.

BK London: You know? It takes a real jackass to steal another man's title and replace it with a far inferior title. I worked hard to win my ACW Championship form Fallen Souls. I fought him in a classic, fair, unbiased one on one encounter - and yet, I get my title stolen. And from who? Some guy who can't even beat his own wife, much less me in a match. So this is how things are going to go down...Before we get down the nitty gritty of OCW, I am telling - no - I am ORDERING Red to come down and return my ACW Championship this instant.

BK London ends his short little rant, and the camera pans over to the stage, but no one seems to be coming out. BK London's patience is wearing thin, and he now continues to scream towards Red.

BK London: I SAID COME DOWN HERE RED! Don't make me have to come up there!

Stephan Russo steps from behind BK London and cools him down a bit before accepting the mic from him.

Stephan Russo: BK, BK, BK. Calm down my friend. You see, what Mr. Red did WAS an injustice - and it's something that will NOT be tolerated in this new era of OCW. So tonight, in this very ring. You will go one on one with Mr. Red, and after you beat him down to a bloody pulp, you can take back your championship.

BK London seems pleased with the news from Russo, and he indeed does calm down and the stage is set for Jake Cheng to address the people. Unlike BK London, he has his title over his shoulder to show off to the crowd.

Jake: I am going to make it brief. Tonight is not about me, tonight is about OCW. We’re on the way up an your on the way down. Alpha Championship Wrestling doesn’t even have a Heavyweight Title anymore. All they have left is an Entertainment Title and a pair of tag team titles. Because as of tonight, the ACW International Title is no more!

Jake takes the title belt and puts it above his head:

Jake: Here you see the OCW International Championship! But like I said, tonight is not about me. You already know my intentions. So without further ado, here is Henry McKaye and A.C. Evans....The Debasers!

And on cue, the OCW theme hits once more with and the team of the Debasers, A.C. Evans and Henry McKaye, step out from behind the curtain to a chorus of huge boos. Evans is in a black suit with a red collared shirt which is obviously a change of pace for him. McKaye is also wearing a black suit. All five men seem to be presenting themselves as what they really are, the best. Both men grin as they are met with a handshake from London and Cheng. As the five men, collectively known as Omega Championship Wrestling, are now in the ring with total confidence, the fans give them a reception unlike any other. Some fans even go as far as throwing trash at them. The five men think nothing of it, simply shrugging it off. Both Evans and McKaye each make their way into the ring, after climbing the steel stairs. They stand in the middle of the ring and pose a bit, with sly grins on their faces. A.C. Evans calls for a microphone and is quickly given one. Saxon's epic song now closes as he raises the microphone to his lips, but his voice is drowned out by boos. As they cool down, Evans speaks.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] For the past few days, I've heard the same thing, over and over again. "Why did you do it?". That seems to be the million dollar question now. Why did Henry McKaye and myself do just what we did? So, I've come out here right now to explain myself.

He stops and looks behind him to see his business associates grinning with pleasure. He looks at the crowd and almost grins.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] Not that I'm supposed to explain myself to you. Because by no means do I answer to you fans. But, in any occasion, you all want to know..why. I'll tell you why. Because the Omega Championship Wrestling is nothing more than the prophet I was telling you about! The prophet I was telling the ACW about for months and months. The prophet that would end ACW once and for all..and now we've arrived. And you're all scared. You don't want ACW to die. You want it to survive forever and ever, don't you? I'm sorry to step on all of your hopes, but we are the Omega. We are the end to this place. ACW will feel the wrath of OCW on a daily basis. The reign of OCW has only just begun..

The fans boo loudly as the four men applaud Evans. Evans smirks and continues to speak.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] And this reign will be the mightiest of reigns. A reign the likes of which have never been seen. OCW will stop at nothing to end Alpha Championship Wrestling..once..and for all!

Evans grins a bit as he begins to walk around the ring a bit as the other four men begin to chat a bit behind him. Evans looks down and chuckles a bit.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] Ya' know, I've seen some idiotic people in my time, but none quite like the typical ACW fan. For weeks and weeks, there was these hype videos about "1". They were plastered all over ACW's website and you fans thought nothing of them. You thought it was some type of game, but little did you know..they were nothing more than warnings. I was behind them all along..and I was sending a message to the entire ACW locker room and something huge and momentous was about to happen. Did you listen? Of course not.

He is drowned out by a huge amount of boos. He only smirks, accepting the boos.

A.C. EVANS:[/color] And now, the mystery behind them is revealed. It all has to do with..reincarnation. The souls rebirth into a new body. In terms of astrological numbers, 1 is the lowest. When the soul reaches the number one..it is dead and cannot be reincarnated. ACW...is at 1. The ACW is on it's deathbed..and we're going to be the ones to pull the plug.

He steps back and hands the microphone off to Henry McKaye. The "God of War" took the microphone and kept his militant demeanor as he looked over the ACW audience with a cold look of indifference.

Henry McKaye: So... ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you're ready for my own explanation for why I signed on with Mr. Russo's vision of destruction, but there isn't a detailed, beautiful story about tragic characters or unfortunate situations here. When Mr. Russo decided that to bring OCW to ACW, he knew he needed the best combination of veterans and new blood to truly storm the ranks. So, as he was securing the services of BK London, I was getting a long distance phone call in my humble apartment in Germany. You see, when Russo decided he was going to kill a company, he knew he needed someone with experience in that department... and I had been killing WXW for two years at that point. So, after Mr. Russo flashed just the right amount of money to secure my services, my contract was added to a pile of tedious, unimportant documents that needed Chairman Gingerdude's signature.

Henry smirked to the audience who shot back at him with a fresh chorus of boos.

Henry McKaye: Honestly, I'm curious why no one ever wondered why a 15-year veteran would be signed as a "fresh and up-coming" talent to a promotion... but unfortunately for ACW, no one hear ever looks towards the big picture. So, as I was persuading Mr. Evans to join the cause and form the Debasers with me... you all thought I was JUST forming a tag team. Pity, really, because I would've preferred some sort of opposition right out of the gates... instead we have G-Unit.

AC Evans snickered behind him and patted McKaye on the back before the "God of War" continued.

Henry McKaye: Make no mistake, ACW, I promised you an army that would shake the foundations of this company to it's knees... and the "God of War" always makes good on his word.

Henry tossed the microphone to Stephan Russo, who luckily manages to catch it after fumbling it around for a few seconds. Russo steps to the forefront of the four men he is currently managing, and is ready to end with some closing words.

Co-Chairman Russo: There you have it ladies and gentlemen, the fou-

"Hail to the Chief" abruptly cuts of the Co-Chairman, and quickly all five men in the ring turn towards the stage as they're expecting the presence of Steve Phillips to interrupt this golden moment for them. There's no way that they're going to let him ruin their plans, so BK London taps Jake Cheng on the shoulder and mouths a few inaudible words to him. Moments later, the International Champion nods and drop his belt in the middle of the ring before accompanying BK London out the ring and up the stage.

They seem to have the plan to attack The Senator head on as he appears through the curtains, and they tread up the ramp towards the stage. Brief cheers are heard throughout the crowd, and suddenly - we see someone hopping the barricade to the left corner of the camera shot back in the ring. It's none other than The Senator himself. Before AC Evans can even turn around to notice, Phillips scores with a huge Washington Lariat to the back of his head to take him down easy. McKaye catches this at the corner of his eye, and quickly goes to land a lariat of his own on the former ACW Champion, but Phillips ducks under the attempt. A Liberalizer is the prize for McKaye's actions, and now The Senator eyes Stephan Russo in the ring.

Russo is scared out of his wits, and he attempts to race out of the ring but The Senator manages to grab him by the back of his slacks. Screaming and thrashing around, Stephan Russo attempts to escape Phillips anyway he can - but all attempts are futile. Returning from behind the curtain, BK London and Jake Cheng race down to the ring - and The Senator decides that its best to fight another day. Phillips releases Stephan Russo rather aggressively, throwing him down to the mat face first, and slips out the ring and heads back up through the crowd. He just nearly escapes the grip of BK London, and it infuriates the current ACW Heavyweight Champion and the rest of OCW that they could be tricked like that.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Meeting of the minds (Credit: XS3/Steele)

In the back, we see XS3 walking down the halls. The cheers can be heard in the background but the only thing echoing throughout his mind are the words of Hatchet: "I killed Kirsten." How could he have been so careless to not be there for her in that time of dire need? How did it take him that long to realize the killer? All of the thoughts of what could've been race all over XS3's mind like a roller coaster with no one seeming to bother to hit the emergency brake. Despite all of his thoughts, he suddenly realizes one thing when he stands face to face with Jake Steele, the man who seemingly rescued him from major damage last week. XS3 casually approaches Steele, who notices his opponent last week.

Steele: Look... before you even ask me. Da' only reason I took out Hatchet with dat' chair last week, was because he fucked our match. I didn't appreciate dat', so I took matters into my own hands.[/color]

XS3 regards him with a cool sigh before attempting to speak. However, Steele cuts him off.

Steele: I've been runnin' my mouth for awhile now, and I already made it clear dat' I'm out to prove myself. I was tryin' to defeat a ACW Veteran, and dat' got fucked up by those niggas who you dealin' with... next time, and there will a next time... tell them ta' stay da' fuck outta my way.[/color]

Steele then scoffs and begins to walk off. In the back of XS3's mind, he knows something else is up. He grabs Steele's arm and spins him around, facing him eye to eye.

XS3: "No…"

Steele: What you mean, no?[/color]

XS3: "No, it's something more than that… You're searching for guidance. The only reason you wanted to face me was because you wanted to absorb all the information you needed for future reference in the event you wanted to face someone like Jake Cheng. Now granted, I haven't been in ACW like most of the veterans on the roster… But I can help you and Train. I can see it in your eyes; you're looking for someone to be your mentor. I'd like to volunteer, if you're up for it."

XS3 extends his hand out for a handshake. Steele pauses and looks down at XS3's hand, taking everything the Canadian said with a grain of salt. Suddenly, Steele slaps away XS3's hand and gives him a look of disgust and confusion.

Steele: Say what ya' want man... I said it before and I'mma say it again, I'm not lookin' to make "friends". I'm jus' tryin' to win some matches, and more importantly... some gold around mah waist. The Road Steelers are makin' it to da' top and we gonna make it there fast. We don't need a third wheel, ya dig?[/color]

Steele then turns on his heels and walks off from the scene. XS3 looks on, a bit dumbfounded, before reassessing his priorities.

XS3: "Have it your way… But right now, I have a bigger issue to deal with."

Fade.