Thursday Night Meltdown August 14th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown August 14, 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Bryce vs. Alex Trixer

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Bryce vs. Kudo Yasuda

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Danny Mainer vs. Silencio

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Dan White vs. Jake Cheng

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G-Unit vs. The Road Steelers – Number 1 Contender Tag Team Tables Match

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BK London vs. Mr. Red – ACW Heavyweight Championship

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[BK London]

Segment: The Almost Reality of a Dream (Credit: Mr. Red)

The camera fades in to Mr. Red's locker room. Mr. Red sits and stares at the OCW Heavyweight Championship. Mrs. Red paces around the room, looking nervous. Mr. Red stands up and places the title around his waste and grins at his wife.

Mr. Red: How good does that look, honey?

Mrs. Red: That looks like it isn't yours.

Mr. Red: Relax. It will be officially mine by the end of the night.

Mrs. Red: I believe in you.

Mr. Red walks over to Mrs. Red and holds the title up to her waist. She looks in the mirror at herself with the title.

Mrs. Red: You are right. It does look nice.

She takes the belt and hands it back to Mr. Red. Mr. Red throws the belt over his shoulder and sits back down. Mrs. Red begins to make her way to the door.

Mr. Red: Where you going?

Mrs. Red: I am going to get a snack.

Mr. Red: Ok. Hurry back. BK is around here somewhere.

Mrs. Red waves as she heads out the door and disappears down the hall.

[BK London]

Revisiting the Roots
Danny Mainer

And helping to kick off this week’s Meltdown is none other then Six-String Shogun Danny Mainer. Sat on the couch with one leg over the other he has Angelica ’68 cradled in his arms. He’s got a pick in his right hand and he’s strumming a few notes as he tries to learn his latest riff. His Gibson SG is looking polished to perfection as always. We’re in the Vegas apartment of Danny Mainer that isn’t exactly ritzy or expensive but still nicely looked after. It’s simple living space and Danny is of course, using it for that purpose. He strums a few more notes slowly and the song starts to take shape. He plays the notes in sequence and eventually he’s playing the riff to “Night Train” by Guns ‘N’ Roses.

He plays tunefully away while Caitlynn Dufraisne walks into the main living space of the apartment clutching a cup of coffee in her hands. She sits next to Danny on the couch as he plays the old classic from Appetite for Destruction. She looks at him lovingly while Danny is completely oblivious, he knows she’s there but he’s trying to play the tune and it’s taking all of his attention. Caitlynn takes a sip from the cup and sighs with alleviation. She doesn’t want to interrupt Danny’s playing by snapping him out of it but she does want his attention so she starts to stroke his clean-shaven chin with her index finger and thumb.

At first, Danny doesn’t really notice but after Caitlynn starts to curl up next to him pressing her lips to his neck and rubbing his chest which eventually starts to distract Danny making him slip up notes and eventually he drops his pick he fumbles to reach it but Caitlynn grabs his wrist and places it on her thigh. Of course, Danny is clearly getting the message now and he tilts his neck to the right to have his tongue infused with Caitlynn’s. He puts his guitar on the side and puts his full attention to his woman putting every inch of his tongue into her mouth. They embrace and fall into a love-struck cluster starting to make out on the couch but much to Mainer’s chagrin, the phone rings. Caitlynn’s.

She stops and pulls out the phone while Mainer puts his head on Caitlynn’s shoulder. Caitlynn throws the phone to her ear.

Caitlynn: Hello? Yes it’s me. Yes, Danny’s right here. Ya’what? No we’re not screwing. Mom, I’m a woman now. I can do what I like. You’ve known him since the dawn of time! What?! He’s lovely! Shut up! Moooooom! Stop it.

Danny getting bored with this ridiculous conversation just grabs the phone and closes it shut much to the dismay of his potential mother-in-law and to Caitlynn herself.

Danny: Enough jibber-jabber.

As Danny dives in for another kiss, Caitlynn rather rudely just puts a palm to his face and pushes him back so she can sit up. She grabs her cup of coffee and sips as Mainer looks somewhat disappointed with the situation.

Caitlynn: We can’t… we have to make plans for Silencio.

Danny: Silencio will be a breeze. I know him like the back of my hand.

Caitlynn: You say that, but you know what he did to ANTHRAX.

Danny: Yeah, he blind-sided him with a fucking baseball bat. What else you want?

Caitlynn: What if he blind-sides YOU though?!

Danny: Baby, you don’t become International Champion by not having a back-up plan for everything. ANTHRAX may be out of order right now but I have a plan.

Caitlynn: Yeah baby but you don’t LOSE it unless you don’t consider every option.

This immediately puts Danny off his pace and he is somewhat hurt by this comment as he really did consider every possibility but to have the woman of his life doubt him is a stab to the heart.

Danny: Can’t you trust me? I have a back-up plan for whatever bullshit Silencio has planned. Trust me alright?

Caitlynn: So you’re going to send Dimitri out? He’s barely out of hospital.

Danny: No, no. Just trust me. I have EVERY eventuality covered. I lost to Scott because I was careless, I’m not making the same mistake twice. Just trust me baby, I got everything up here.

Danny points to his head and smiles at his woman. Of course, Mainer does have a plan for whatever bullshit Silencio might try to pull or at least so he says but whether he makes good on it or not is to be seen later tonight. The screen turns to black as Caitlynn looks in a concerned fashion at her lover. However, does she have reason for concern or does Danny truly have everything nailed down? We’ll see later tonight.

Caitlynn: I certainly hope so...

FADE

[BK London]

Segment: Clearing Things Up (Credit: RSX3!)

We open backstage in a dark room. The only thing that you can see is the outline of a person. They reach up and pulls down on something causing a clicking noise. Instantly, bright lights shine into the camera and cause the crowd to shriek because of how bright the light was. However, once the light dies down a bit a person wearing a jacket is seen. Nobody can really make out who it is until they see the name on the back of the jacket, Jay Zero. The crowd boos and yells at this, but get a welcomed surprise when they see him turn around. Instead of the actual Jay Zero, we see XS3 standing there with a goofy look on his face. He is wearing a wig with the hair cut in various places making him look even more ridiculous.

XS3: "DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?!?!?!? RAAAAARHRHRAHRHR?!?!"

XS3 takes some scissors and begins to cut the wig up even more. The crowd gets a good chuckle from the motion. He then turns back around and Thunder Train and Jake Steele step up from each side of the camera, much to the delight of the crowd that cheers them.

Thunder Train: Hello there ladies and gentlemen, I'm Thunder Train.

Jake Steele: I be dat' dude, Jake Steele.

Thunder Train: And that guy back there, that's XS3. The reason we are taking this time right now is to clear up some misconceptions about us.

Jake Steele: Fo' sho. I know people think we da' bad guys... but ya' got it wrong. See, we da' coolest cats in ACW right now and we jus' tryin' to give da' fans a show. We hea' ta' entertain, and we 'bout to do just dat', ya dig?

XS3: "Indeed. The only reason I joined RSX3 because they're actually an original bunch. Like I said before in my earlier promo, unless they didn't air it already, OCW and Upper Echelon are nothing new. RSX3 is the stable to beat... We're ready to annihilate our competition and entertain the audience, which is more than what we can say for some people."

The crowd cheers that remark and are now behind RSX3 100%.

Thunder Train: You know, speaking of OCW, they will begin a spiral decent faster than any other group before them. I mean look at them, The Debasers will never become the tag champions because once Steele and I beat G-Unit, we are going to beat WhiteSnake easily. And I've already proven that I can out smart Evans and beat him!

Jake Steele: Plus I got Cheng wrapped around my finga'. Dude has to look over his shoulder every five minutes, because he neva' know when I'mma strike. Face it, dat' International Title is mine.

XS3: "When Heatwave rolls around, I will rid ACW of Hatchet and let Kirsten rest in peace, something she never got to do all these years... And as far as my new friends go, Jake will take posession of the International title soon enough... Jake and Train will also hold the tag titles and then Emperor of the Ring will soon be approaching. One of us will win it... And when we do, BK is on our hit list."

Jake Steele: I ain't gotta say it again, but I will. We ain't da' bad guys. But we are on a mission, a quest, hell a crusade ta' make ACW entertainin', and we will do dat'... based off of da' sole fact dat' we are...

XS3: "The Road Steelers..."

Thunder Train: And we're always...

All Three of Them: Steeling the show...

The crowd cheers and yells as the three of them smirk while the camera fades out.

Fade to Black.

[BK London]

Segment: You can never have enough people in your Entourage (Credit: NUE)

The scene opens up to the boys of the Upper Echelon, sitting around and discussing this and that, when the door opens up to their locker room and the legs of a woman in high heels are shown. Those in attendance let out cat calls and whistles as the camera man pulls out to reveal the publicist of G-Unit, Samantha O’Neal.

Samatha: Alright Jonny, Gooey you guys have been on fire, as of late. And while I was only hired to work for the two of you, I think for you three as a whole you need someone to call your own. So I went ahead and found this guy…

A man walks in the room with medium length wavy bleach blond hair. He is wearing a sharp black suit with a pastel purple colored shirt underneath. He has a flashy pair of Ray Ban sunglasses on and he has a cocky grin from ear to ear. He walks in and shakes hands with the members of New Upper Echelon.

Brian: Hey boys how it going? No need to get up. Sit. Relax.

Nobody was getting up to begin with.

Brian: As sugar tits over here to my right said, I am Brian Bravado, YOUR all-start agent. Catchy right? That’s what I'm about. I am about pizzazz, glamour, and the one thing we are all here about FAME AND MONEY! That’s what I am going to do for you. Get you gold and get your money!

Spade: Great news. With the number 1 contender’s match that we have later tonight, we will be on our way to achieving that.

Bravado: Who do you think got you that match boys? The minute I was hired I....

Samantha clears her throat.

Samantha: Ahem…“we”

Brian rolls his eyes.

Brian: Sure thing sweet cheeks… We put a phone call into ACW Management and complained about all the interference and demanded a decision be made. And bada bing, bada boom, we have a number one contender match that you guys will DEFINITELY win! Plus the buy rates will be THROUGH THE ROOF! Which means big money for everyone!!

Wayde: Well that good and well but we all love money. But green doesn't talk here in ACW, gold does. Can you deliver?

Bravado: Can I deliver? HA, your a comedian and I like that about you kid. Of Course I can deliver! I got BIG PLANS for you tonight. They can not book you in a match but they can't keep you outta that ring, ya know what I mean?? Plus I talked to that Russo guy and you have a match next week against Henry McKaye. This is gonna sell!

Wayde quietly stands up followed by Gooey and Spade. He looks Bravado up and down before putting his hand out.

Wayde: I'm gonna like having you around. Welcome to the group buddy.

Everybody gets up and shakes his hand and he shakes their hand back as a sign of gratitude.

Gooey: Just wait until you hear our new member he’s ---

Bravado: Actually change of plans. See it is MUCH more marketable to hold out for a little. Let people wonder and then when they least expect it.....PIZZAZ! But I do have something for you. Here boys are your first Paid Advertising GIG! All you have to do is wear these shirts.

Bravado holds up a tee shirt. The back is black with white letter that say Dew the NUE and the front has.....



Wayde: HAHA AWESOME!! We are sponsored!

Samantha: Indeed, sweet stuff, but Jonny – Gooey change of plans, what better way to get the tag team over than to have your own new t-shirts?!

Samantha reaches into her handbag and unrolls a grey t-shirt.



She then flips it around to show off the back.



Jonny/Gooey: AWESOME!

The three men throw on the t-shirts and show them off to each other.

Bravado: Ok, now you boys get ready for your tag match. Wayde, you come with me. Its time for you make a splash and show exactly what New Upper Echelon is made of!

With that, the guys show off their shirts to each other and Wayde and Bravado head out as the scene ends

FADE

[BK London]

[Segment] A bold statement
[Credit] Bryce

The cameras open up at the backstage area; ACW newcomer Bryce is standing there. He has the same sly smirk on his face which has come to be known as a "trademark" for Bryce since his arrival in ACW. Unlike the previous show however, Bryce is attired for in-ring action, wearing knee length black shorts with his own name on the right hand side, black wrist bands with the letter B on them and finally short black boots Bryce looks more than adequately attired to step into the ring. After deciding he's made ACW wait long enough, Bryce begins to speak.

Bryce: Tonight, history is about to be made. Tonight, you will all be able to witness first hand a phenomenon never before seen in ACW. *Bryce pauses momentarily smiling to himself* No, I am not talking about OCW, nor am I not talking about NUE - because while these two "groups" will undoubtedly combust sooner rather than later, what I am talking about is undoubtedly the beginning of many great things to come. The event I am talking about features someone quite different to the people associated with these two groups; he is someone who relies on himself, someone who detests the thought of even being associated with such vermin.

Bryce pauses, carefully taking his own time before continuing.

Bryce: The phenomenon I am talking about is of course the debut of The Epitome of Athleticism. Never before has someone with such...talent...with such intelligence...with such athleticism ever stepped foot into an ACW ring. And never will they again. See, I am an anomaly, a deviation from the normal. I am one of kind. While many others choose to rely, to put their own destiny into the hands of others, who ultimately let them down, I do not need to. I am the purest package of raw athleticism, talent and intelligence you will ever see. Tonight, not only will you people be able to watch as I dismantle my opponent piece by piece in my debut; you will all be able to bear witness as I destroy another.

Bryce briefly looks away with his smirk growing larger.

Bryce: Yes, that's right, you people will all have the delight, the pleasure of watching The Epitome of Athleticism not defeat one but instead two men in back to back matches.

Bryce momentarily pauses again, with his intensity increasing with each word.

Bryce: I'm sure there are some of you wandering, even laughing at the thought of a "Rookie" competing twice in one night. Well, I intend to clarify that I am by no means a "Rookie". I intend to not only defeat both of my opponents; I intend to dismantle them. After I have disposed of Alex Trixer in my opening match, I will then show not only you people watching, but also the roster just why they should be watching, as I destroy the first person to cross my path here in ACW; Kudo. Tonight, you will see just why no one with intelligence chooses to cross paths, let alone step into the same ring with The Epitome of Athleticism.

As Bryce almost shouts the last part of his speech his intensity level is so high that his eyes look like they about to turn red completely. The camera slowly begins to fade to black as Bryce continues to viciously stare at it.

[BK London]

Segment: Bring The Hounds To Me

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

After last week, Scott Andrews wasn’t taking any risks in exposing his back to an attack from the malicious Brothers Grimm and Joseph Chambers. It was this very situation that Scott was in about a year and a half ago; on the run and scared for his life. Although, this time, his life was not in danger, Scott still felt the need to keep an eye out for trouble.

He stands in his locker room with “Lucy” in hand. Staring menacingly into the camera he states his intentions and response to his attack on Warfare.

Scott: On Monday night I was feeling good. I was prepared for my contest with Danny Mainer. I went out there and won that match and kept my dream in sight. Now, people may be getting the wrong impression. People may be thinking I’m slacking off; that I think there’s nothing to worry about since winning my title opportunity…Well you’re damn wrong.

Scott hits ‘Lucy’ softly against the palm of his other hand a few times.

Scott: I’m being hunted; do you know how that feels? I can’t act normal anymore; I have to be aware at all times because otherwise, what happened last week will happen again, and that’s something I do NOT want happening.

He points to the bandage on his forehead.

Scott: You see this wound, Chambers? Huh? You see this?! You and your jackass toy boys did this to me because you have unfinished business that was never your business to begin with?! You’re a maniac and you will be stopped. This wound is only the beginning of what I’m willing to suffer to get an opportunity to wrap this baseball bat around your God damn skull and make you bleed ten times worse than I ever have…

The intensity and anger in Scott’s voice rises as he continues.

Scott: …because you’ve started something that you will wish you had left alone, in the deep, dark recesses of wherever you came from! Scott Andrews doesn’t take shit from anybody, especially cowards like you! Chambers, if you want me; come get me! I can’t make it any clearer than that! Just know one thing…you’re on the Hit-List…

Scott turns and swings his bat at the steel chair behind him before exiting out the door and the scene fading out.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Match 1: Bryce vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: Bryce)

Phillip: The following match is scheduled for one fall...

"Mirror Mirror" by Blind Guardian hits the P.A System, though not much of a reaction is prompted from the crowd.

Phillip: Making his way to the ring...weighing in at 205 lb...hailing from Miami, California...Alex Trixer!

Trixer appears at the top of the entrance wearing an attire of a green coloured jacket and jeans. Trixer continues down to the bottom of the ramp before heading up the steel steps and along the apron before making his way up to the top turnbuckle. He poses, receiving a few cheap pops before jumping down and awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

Phillip: And his opponent for tonight...weighing in at 210lb and hailing from Palo Alto, California...Bryce!

This time "Of One Blood" by Shadows his the P.A System to signal the arrival of ACW's newest rookie. As the introduction plays Bryce bursts out of the entrance curtain in his in-ring attire, this time the crowd do react, directing boos at the newcomer! Bryce shrugs it off making his way out to the top of the entrance; he poses, smirking as fireworks fire diagonally upwards from the stage. Bryce now makes his way down the ramp at a slow pace, showing he will get to the ring in his own time. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he turns around to face the crowd, he shouts something that incenses them before rolling under the bottom rope to enter the ring. Trixer backs up, though Bryce immediately confronts him prompting the referee to separate them. The referee makes sure both of them are fit for competition before signalling for the bell.

The bell rings.

The match gets underway with both men essentially "eyeing" each other up; Trixer decides to take the initiative and tries to step forward to Bryce. As Trixer steps forward however Bryce merely laughs, and pushes him back towards his side. The crowd turn even futher on the arrogant and cocky newcomer, though he doesn't seem to care. Trixer doesn't take kindly to being pushed by Bryce and this time decides to attack with a little more intent, looking to connect with a running forearm smash, Bryce however spots the danger and manages to easily duck underneath the smash which sends Trixer into the ropes from the momentum. As he rebounds off Bryce decides to pick up business slightly as he connects with a dropkick, Trixer is sent down into the ring mat with a thud.

As Trixer recovers Bryce returns to his feet, he plays off the crowd slightly before in his own time following up his attack. He mockingly slaps Trixer across the face before locking in a Lazy Camel Clutch, Trixer moans out in pain as Bryce's knee is driven into his spine. Bryce further adds insult to injury by shouting out "Do you like that, huh?!" much to the disgust of the crowd who react violently. After a few moments or so Bryce seemingly becomes bored and relinquishes the hold on Trixer, who slams face first into the ring mat. This time as Bryce gets to his feet he pulls Trixer with him - by the hair no less. Trixer is still severly dazed as Bryce releases him, Trixer looks wobbly on his feet as Bryce turns to the crowd grinning before turning back to Trixer and connecting with a knife edged chop. Trixer yells out, stumbling backwards towards the turnbuckle, Bryce connects with another...and another...and another until Trixer's chest is bright red and he is lying against the turnbuckle.

Trixer collapses onto the ring mat, Bryce appears to be growing cockier by the move as he mocks Trixer shouting "Is that all you got?", seemingly knowing which buttons to press to further agitate the crowd who are desperately trying to get behind Trixer. Bryce continues to stare at Trixer with his arms folded, demanding for him to get to his feet. As Trixer finally does using the ropes as an aid he stumbles into the centre of the ring, where Bryce is standing. Strangely Bryce looks at the man and holds his hand out, saying "its ok man" Trixer as you would expect looks confused. As Trixer holds his hand out though, Bryce pulls back his hand and jumps forward to execute the CALIFORNICATION! Trixer's jaw is nearly broken as it is slammed into Bryce knees, as the crowd erupt in anger at Bryce's dirty, though predictable trick. Bryce after taking his time to soak up the moment finally covers Trixer.

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2...

3!

Phillip: And your winner...Bryce!

The bell is rung as Bryce gets the inevitable 3 count following his finishing move, "Of One Blood" by Shadows Fall heats the P.A System as Trixer is rolled out of the ring by two ringside officials. Bryce however, jumps to his feet and makes his way over to the side of the ring and demands a microphone, as he is eventually handed one Bryce snatches it from the official and returns to the centre of the ring looking more arrogant, cocky and egotistical than ever before.

[BK London]

Match 2: Bryce vs. Kudo Yasuda (Credit: Bryce)

Bryce: Cut my music, now!

The sound technician obliges.

Bryce: What you just saw was the total domination of a man who didn't deserve to be in the ring with The Epitome of Athleticism! I have to ask management, what were you thinking? You can't seriously, honestly tell me that you thought someone like that could even land one move on someone like me. *Bryce shrugs* Oh well, I suppose it gave these people more of what they want to see, instead of having to watch the same old has-beens week after week, eh?!

Bryce smiles to himself looking down at the ring canvas before continuing. However, as he goes to continue he is interrupted by the sound of “Poison” by Takashi Sorimachi hitting the P.A system signaling the arrival of his second opponent; Kudo.

Bryce: Hey, just what the hell do you think you're doing?!

As Bryce see's Kudo at the top of the entrance ramp his mood changes, he looks annoyed and more serious than previously. As Kudo begins to make his way down to the ring Bryce throws his microphone out and gets into a ready stance.

Phillip: And introducing his opponent...weighing 195 lb and hailing from Kyoto, Japan...Kudo!

There's a huge pop from the crowd as Kudo enters the ring, staring down his cocky and arrogant opponent. The referee makes sure both of them are ready before calling for the bell, for Bryce's second consecutive match to begin.

The bell rings.

The two men begin to circle each other in the centre of the ring, with Kudo looking very calculated and focused, waiting for an opening while Bryce being the opposite looking very arrogant and not taking Kudo entirely seriously. As Bryce attempts to play mind games with Kudo by mocking him, Kudo uses his greater experience to ignore them and then takes the cocky Bryce off guard by rushing towards him and lashing out with a kick to the mid-section. The crowd cheer as Bryce is silenced for the time being, leaning over winded. Kudo like the veteran he is doesn't count his chickens and immediately follows up with a series of swift kicks to Bryce's thigh and chest before grabbing a hold of Bryce and sending him towards the ropes with an irish whip. As he rebounds Kudo connects with a Roundhouse kick, sending Bryce backwards into the ring mat. Showing his usual tactics of testing his opponent early on, Kudo hooks the leg and goes for an early pin fall.

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2...

Kickout!

Expecting Bryce to kickout, Kudo retains his focus and immediately sets out to continue his attack. Kudo rolls Bryce over and goes for a Camel Clutch of his own, though is surprised at the reaction from Bryce who proceeds to chuckle and shout "Is that the best you can do, Kudo?". Kudo, more surprised than anything by this reaction decides to apply more force, yanking Bryce's head right back. As Bryce continues his attempts to play mind games, his head meets the ring mat face first with impact as Kudo relinquishes the hold to concentrate on other areas of his offense. As the crowd continue to chant Kudo's name he pulls Bryce to his feet momentarily as he continues to focus his efforts on wearing down Bryce by locking in another submission; The Dragon Sleeper. This prompts a bit more of a resistance from Bryce, who doesn't seem to appreciate this particular move, though Kudo firmly secures the move. As time passes by Bryce seems to be wearing down as his resistance lowers, Kudo pleased by the effect of the move yells out to the crowd who get behind Kudo even more.

However, this seems to have the opposite to the desired effect as Bryce looks determined to break free of Kudo's clutches! Kudo tries to further tighten the hold on Bryce, but this only prompts Bryce to try even harder! As Bryce begins to slowly free himself from Kudo's grip, Kudo decides to release his opponent in order to retain his dominant position and continue on the offense. Finally free from the move, Bryce stumbles backwards trying to regain his bearings. Kudo, however doesn't want to give him that opportunity. Kudo grabs a hold of Bryce, however Bryce pulls backwards again meaning Kudo is unable to hold on. Kudo slightly annoyed by this again pushes forward, only this time he is met by Bryce leaping through the air and countering with a move that Kudo knows very well; the Roaringiri! The crowd are all in awe and shock as they watch one of Kudo's trademarks be used against him in desperation by the newcomer, as Kudo crashes onto the mat Bryce looks over to the crowd briefly shouting "I told you!" before hooking the leg and going for what would be the biggest win for a newcomer ever!

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2...

2.5...

Kickout!

Bryce and the crowd look on in astonishment at Kudo being able to kickout despite being taken by surprise by Bryce. Bryce collapses back onto the ring mat, having used his energy to hit that one big move. Both men lay almost side to side as the crowd do all they can to get behind Kudo. The referee has no choice but to begin counting as both men lay still.

1...

Both men lay on the mat, desperately trying to recover enough to get to their feet.

2...

As Bryce lies on the mat in exhaustion Kudo begins to show signs of recovery, rolling to his front.

3...

The crowd continue to support Kudo as he tries to get up on one knee, Bryce beginning to stir notices Kudo trying to get up.

4...

Using all his energy Kudo manages to get to his knees as Bryce tries to sit up.

5...

Kudo takes his time, trying to pull himself to his feet. Bryce changes tactics, dragging himself to the nearest ropes to use them as an aid.

6...

As Bryce gets to one knee using the ropes Kudo manages to stand on one leg, nearly back to his feet.

7...

As Bryce gets to one leg he sees Kudo out the corner of his eye getting to his feet. Kudo takes a moment to steady himself, before making sure to use his position to regain the advantage in the match. As Kudo approaches Bryce, Bryce dives at Kudo, Kudo however manages to step out of the way and the momentum means Bryce is sent into the ring mat once more. Kudo looks down at Bryce, sensing the end is near. As Kudo kneels down next to Bryce he looks at him, shaking his head. Bryce is too dazed to react properly, while Kudo follows up by grabbing a hold of his head with both hands and dragging Bryce to his feet. The crowd at this point are calling for Kudo to end the match, wanting to see Bryce get knocked out to the high heavens by Kudo's Yakusa Knee. Kudo though has another idea, he grabs a hold of Bryce in a suplex pick-up position, and begins to lift him into the air. However, as he attempts to hit the K.O Exploder suplex, Bryce puts up a final resistance by shifting his body weight towards the ground, forcing Kudo think otherwise. As Bryce returns to the mat, still in a suplex pick-up position Kudo briefly tries again to lift him, though is unable to. Slightly flustered by this Kudo quickly switches his grip on Bryce, allowing him to use his grip on Bryce's neck to drill his head into the ring mat with a DDT! As Bryce's head makes contact with the ring mat a few "Ooooohs" and "Aaaaahs" are heard from the crowd.

Surprisingly Kudo doesn't go for the pin. He glances down at a wincing Bryce by returning to his feet and heading towards the nearest turnbuckle! The crowd burst alive again, with many eager to see Kudo fly. Kudo begins to climb the turnbuckle slowly as the crowd chant his name. However, as Kudo climbs something more surprising happens; Bryce drags himself to the ropes and desperately tries to get to his feet! Kudo continues to climb the turnbuckle as Bryce himself climbs to his feet. Kudo reaches the top turnbuckle, balancing himself as a severely dazed Bryce suddenly breaks into a run towards Kudo! Both the crowd and Kudo look surprised to see Bryce up on his feet, much less running towards the turnbuckle! Kudo's pause allows Bryce to make one last ditch attempt to save the match; he leaps off of the ring mat and into the air! In a rare moment for Kudo, he seems unsure how to react as Bryce somehow lands clean on the turnbuckle. Whether it is the amazement of seeing Bryce not knocked out laying on the mat like he should be, or the incredible athleticism displayed, Kudo looks shocked. However, the silence of the arena is broke as Kudo snaps out of it, hitting Bryce (who's putting all his attention into balancing) square in the mid-section with a forearm. Bryce leans over winded as the crowd once again erupt, cheering on Kudo.

Kudo this time looks to put his determined opponent out once and for all, Kudo pushes his opponent down onto the second turnbuckle where he proceeds to set him up for an Avalanche Brainbuster. As the crowd see Kudo put Bryce in the pick-up position the noise level in the arena reaches breaking point. Standing up on the rope Kudo begins to try and lift Bryce. Bryce tries desperately to counter, but Kudo looks to have finally put The Epitome of Athleticism into a position he cannot reverse. Bryce continues to struggle, with Kudo managing to lift him off the turnbuckle. Unbeknown to Kudo however, as he tries to finish the pick-up, a figure can be seen dashing down the entrance ramp towards the ring. The crowd react, trying to warn Kudo as he lifts Bryce nearly vertically in the air, but Kudo is too busy with Bryce. The figure slides under the bottom rope and immediately runs towards the turnbuckle which the pair are standing on! Kudo finally completes the pick-up, however he doesn't see the figure approaching him until it is too late. As Kudo hesitates to complete the move the figure helps him; by connecting with a huge forearm to Kudo! Kudo (and Bryce) are unable to do anything as they are sent crashing to outside, with both landing on their backs with huge impact.

The bell is rung to end the match as the man who assaulted Kudo and Bryce returns to the centre of the ring. It's Wayde Russeller.

The camera now focuses in on Wayde Russeller standing in the centre of the ring, wearing his new Dew The NUE T-shirt. Another man can now be seen making his way down the entrance ramp, he quickly rolls under the bottom rope and joins Wayde Russeller. It's The NUE Agent, Brian Bravado.Philip somewhat hesistantly enters the ring to talk to the ref about his official decision.

Philip: Ladies Gentlemen the referee has declared this a DOU........

Wayde snatches the mic out of Philips hands.

Wayde: Come on Philip, how about from now on you just hand me the mic so I don't have to waste energy taking it! What he was trying to say is that since I leveled BOTH men, the match is a DOUBLE DQ. You fans are welcome. Now this show can have some REAL wrestling matches!

Bravado: To all you fans who don't pay attention, I am Brian Bravado. I am the top sports agent in the biz and I am representing The NEW Upper Echelon! Wayde came out here tonight to make a point, a point that he is better then these goons. Tonight, he took out two no names, next week he gets to take out Henry McKaye in what I am billing as the OCW vs NUE Round 2. And you card openers out there on the floor. Yea, Kudo and Bryce, don't think about pay back. Because my client will not be wasting anymore time on you punks. Go get some buy rates and we'll talk about a match!

With that, Bravado and Wayde drop their mics and "Jesus or a Gun" starts to play. The climb down the stairs to the floor, pausing briefly just to make fun of Kudo and Bryce before heading up the ramp to a lot of boos. He pauses at the top while facing the entrance and extends both arms. He takes his thumbs and points to the "Dew the NUE" on his shirt and then walks to the back as Bryce sits up looking mad and Kudo is staring at the entrance breathing heavy. The camera zooms in on his infamous vein as we fade to commercial.

Fade.

Post Match Credit: Wayde Russler

[BK London]

Segment: Mr. X-Rated
Credit: Wayde Russeller

Backstage in the NUE locker room, Wayde Russeller is celebrating his attack with his agent Brian Bravado. The two stand in the locker room laughing and smiling.

Wayde: They didn't even see it coming! Last week Special K and Rice ran their mouths and this is what they get for it. They wanted some air time and they got more than they could handle! That'll teach them to get in the way of Wayde "The La........

Bravado: Yea actually Wayde I wanted to talk to you about that too...The whole "The Law" thing. Its not working for me or you. Like I told you I am about PIZAZZ and thats what your name needs! Some thing that shows just how much awesomeness you have.

Wayde: Well I am funny, sexy, violent, and I have no limits...

Bravado: I got it! How about The Rated R Superstar....PIZAZZ!!

Wayde: Ummm, thats already taken B

Bravado: Oh. Well then. Whats a worse rating than R?

Wayde: NC-17?

Bravado: Ok, The Mean NC-17! PIZA......no that sucks. What else you got?

Wayde: I don't know, your the Agent! Isn't this your job??

Bravado: Ok here it is. Wayde Russeller "Mr. X Rated"

Wayde rubs his chin thinking.

Wayde: I like it!! Mr. Rated X it is, What else you got for me?

Bravado: Annabella, HAS TO GO. Sweet Bottom is to innocent for Mr. X Rated. I'll call her and break it off for you. But your gonna need another girl. I'll get on that.

Wayde: Actually, funny you should say something. I kinda met a girl this morning. C'Mon Take a walk and I'll tell you all about her on the way....

The two walk off down the hall as we fade to commercial.

Fade

[BK London]

Segment: Death God and Confrontation (Birth of a God: Chapter 2) (Credit: McKaye)

[Henry had been wrestling for 13 years, so he was a master of suppressing the butterflies and any other of those nervous jitters every time he waited behind the black curtain for his ring music to start. This was different. As Henry pulled his long, blonde hair back into a ponytail, he could hear the fans chant “Kroe-nen!” “Kroe-nen!” over and over again as his “punishment” paraded around the ring with glee. Tonight was the first night of his many... MANY “relaxed rules” matches with Johann Kroenen. Surely, Henry could've simply taken Kroenen's offer of teaming up and he would've avoided this whole situation... but this wasn't about avoiding a match with a bigger, stronger opponent for Henry. Johann Kroenen was the living embodiment of everything that Henry saw wrong with the professional wrestling business. To Henry, pro wrestling was an artform that should be held with high regard and respected... but Kroenen seemingly saw it as a legal way of pummeling others. The 7'0” beast's tactics were questionable at best and mercy was a word that simply didn't belong in his vocabulary... but if Henry could beat him at his own game... he could show the world that resilience and dedication could overcome anything.]

[“I Want to Conquer the World” by Bad Religion hit the PA and Henry practically shot out of the black curtain like a red, white, and blue bullet as he hit the ring. Immediately he took down the surprised Kroenen with a single leg takedown and started peppering the bigger man with rights and lefts as the opening bell rung. Henry hopped off of Kroenen and took his position at an opposite corner until the dazed big man made it to his feet, as soon as he did Henry was off like a shot again as leapt high up in the air and hit a back heel kick to the center of Kroenen's chest that sent him stumbling to the corner turnbuckle. Not giving the big man an opportunity to breath, Henry rushed to the corner, leapt off of the second rope, and hit Kroenen right under the chin with a high knee. Kroenen stumbled forward and few feet and dropped face first to the mat. Henry was giving an exhibition of just how speed and accuracy can cut a bigger opponent down... but you wouldn't know that from the crowd's response.]

WXW Crowd: Boorrrrrrr-ing! Boooooorrrrrrrrr-ing!

[Henry had been wrestling for 13 years and had learned to put the crowd out of your mind while you're in the ring, but even this had him confused. Henry slowly took his attention off of the down and out Kroenen and turned to the ropes in disbelief. Here he was in the fight for his life, and they thought it was boring? Henry's broken concentration came back to haunt him in a big way as two big German fists slammed between his shoulder blades and sent him face first to the mat much to the crowd's delight. As Henry rolled over, an even larger knee was placed into the center of his chest to pin him down. Henry slowly looked up to see the smiling face of Johann as he pulled a thick black sack out of his back pocket.]

Johann Kroenen: I underestimated your speed, Mr. McKaye, I congratulate you on getting the first few blows in... not many can make a similar claim. The truth is, this match would probably go on longer if you had kept on the offensive instead of letting these ingrates get to you. Unfortunately for you, this match is now all but over. So, Mr. McKaye, I'm going to give you another opportunity to join me. If you say yes, I'll end this quickly and we can start anew when we both exit the ring. Now... if you say no...

[Johann reached into the black sack and pulled out a ring of barbed wire which caused the crowd to erupt in huge cheers.]

Johann Kroenen: Well... if you say no... this match will go on a little bit longer, but I guarantee it won't go favorably for you.

[Henry struggled to free himself out from under Kroenen's knee, but the bigger man's weight advantage came into effect here. Realizing he had nowhere to go, Henry looked back up at Kroenen and spit directly in the finely groomed man's face. The crowd booed heavily at Henry, but Kroenen only replied with a slight snicker as he wiped the spit away with one of his long, white sleeves.]

Johann Kroenen: You know, friend, I think you're failing to realize with whom you're dealing wit here...

[As Henry continued to struggle, Johann started wrapped the barbed wire around his bare fist. With each movement, the barbed wire cut and scratched at his knuckles, but the pain didn't seem to bother Kroenen as he continued.]

Johann Kroenen: Simply put, I am the Death God here in Germany... and if I wanted to, I could dispose of you very, VERY easily. Yet... I think you have some promise, Mr. McKaye, so it saddens me when you turn me down by spitting in my face. No, I take that back, it ANGERS me!

[Kroenen jabbed downward and hit Henry between the eyes with his barbed wire fist. As Henry cried out in pain, Kroenen twisted his wrist, further ripping and cutting the flesh on Henry's forehead and face. Kroenen held up his bloody fist in the air as the fans roared in cheers and praise as they chanted “Kroe-nen!” “Kroe-nen!” ]

Johann Kroenen: You are totally at my mercy, and yet you turn me down? For what reason, honor? Respect? The fans? Take a look around you, friend, these fans do not respect you or your efforts... and they certainly fail to see the honor in what we do. Here they are, on their feet for what? Admiration for our technical abilities? No... your mangled flesh!

[Kroenen brought his large fist back down and backhanded Henry across the face before jabbing his forehead again, further ripping open his face. Henry had been wrestling for 13 years and yet the taste of his own blood had the same effect on him. It angered him... it disgusted him... and it scared him. He couldn't see how bad it was... but he knew that his forehead was gushing with blood now and it was pooling behind his head and turning his hair bright red.]

Johann Kroenen: These fans do not love you, Henry... in fact they don't even care. I've never been to your country myself, but my guess is that they are the same, are they not? Do they complain when your matches do not match their high expectations? Do they mock you when something goes wrong? Do they treat you with indifference when you're suffering from personal problems? Why should you cater to them anymore, Henry?

[Kroenen took his mighty bear-like claw back and held it up high above his head. Henry could only look up through blurry eyes as Kroenen's large smile loomed over him.]

Johann Kroenen: I end this now, Mr. McKaye... I'll be seeing you.

[Henry saw the large, open barbed wired hand coming down on top of him... and then he blacked out. When he woke up, he was backstage on the trainer's table getting stitched and stabled shut. He turned to scan his surroundings and all he could make out through his blurred vision was a pile of white, bloody towels. He then blacked out again.]

[When Henry came to the second time, he was still laying on the trainer's table, but he was alone this time. The visions of Johann and the things he said played back over and over in his head as he laid his aching head back down on the table. Henry had been wrestling for 13 years... but now he wasn't sure why.]

[BK London]

Segment: It's not domestic abuse if it ain't your wife (Credit: BK London/Mr. Red)

As we return back from commercial, "Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco sounds throughout the speakers to massive heat from the crowd. BK London's match with Mr. Red for the ACW Championship takes place tonight, so its a bit surprising to see the ACW Champion out so early in the evening. But he isn't exactly alone...

Stepping through the smoke is BK London, and in his hand is the hair of a very familiar woman in ACW, Mrs. Red. Massive heat from the fans in attendance as BK London drags the women's wrestler by her hair down the ramp while muttering something in her ear. She looks like she wants to get away, but every attempt she makes, BK London tugs at her hair and pulls her right back. It's not one of BK London's shining moments in ACW, but we all know that due to the events from Monday's Warfare - he has snapped. In the other hand appears to be a black burlap sack, and you can guarantee that there is no mask in this bag.

He throws her in the ring before stepping in the ring right after her, and as she tries to crawl out of the ring, BK London steps on her ankle and pulls her up by her hair. Phillip hands him a microphone, and BK London now turns to the stage with his prize in hand.

BK London: Red! I'm going to make this short, and I'm going to make this sweet, or else - something is going to snap. You currently have something that belongs to me, and that something is the OCW Heavyweight Championship - the belt that I won, the belt that is rightfully MINE!

Mrs. Red makes another attempt to escape the grip of BK London, but with BK London pulling her by the hair - it makes it almost impossible to escape without being in a world of pain. The tugging and pulling eventually brings her down to her knees, and nearly brings her to tears at this time.

BK London: So Red, I decided to bring out two of your most prized possessions: the ACW Entertainment Championship and YOUR WIFE. So here's what's going to happen, you bring my belt to the ring in the next 30 seconds, or I'm going to break your wife's ankle in two like a twig - GOT IT?!

BK London throws Mrs. Red face first down onto the mat, possibly breaking her nose in the process - and he quickly drops the black burlap sack and grabs her ankle. Even before he puts pressure on the hold, Mrs. Red screams her lungs out as she is scared for her life. She attempts to crawl away, but BK London jerks her right back to the center of the ring. Suddenly, "Welcome to the Jungle" sounds throughout the ACW PA System, and Mr. Red races down to the ring with the ACW Heavyweight Championship in hand.

He attempts to make his way into the ring, but BK London threatens him by using his wife. Each time he advances forward, he twists the ankle of his very fragile wife.

BK London: If I were you, I'd step the fuck back.

Mr. Red can see the pain on the face of his beloved wife and the screams begin to tear him apart on the inside. No man wants to see their wife in this much pain, especially from the hands of another man. He is persistant though, and attempts to find another way to enter the ring, but to screams of his wife eventually get the best of him and he steps back.

BK London: Throw my belt in the ring if you want your wife and this poor excuse for a championship back.

He looks at the OCW Heavyweight Championship, noticing how it has been tainted with the words of OCW from its former ACW Championship state. For years, it has been Mr. Red's dream to hold the Championship belt, but not if it risks the well being of his wife. It was a good run with the title for a few days, he even got a huge win over BK London on Monday, but if he truly wanted to earn it he would have to beat BK London tonight in the ring. Mr. Red chucks the OCW Heavyweight Championship back in the ring, and BK London quickly releases Mrs. Red, grabs his title, and bails.

Once again, the golden couple of Mrs. Red and Mr. Red are reunited, but it isn't the happiest reunion. She still appears to be a little banged up from the harsh treatment of BK London, but nothing that can't be healed with a few days of rest. Mr. Red hugs his wife as she lays down on the mat, but the very familiar scream of Mrs. Red follows soon after. Before Mr. Red can react, BK London grabs him by the pants and shirt and throws him shoulder first into the ringpost.

BK London hasn't yet fully extracted his revenge, and he grabs Mr. Red once more and throws him shoulder first into the ring post again. Mr. Red falls through the middle rope to the outside, and leaves Mrs. Red in the ring alone. Mrs. Red tries to escape again, but BK London grabs her by her hair and pulls her back to the center of the ring. And in one swift moment, Mrs. Red is planted face first into the mat with The Revolver. Her head hits before the rest of her body does, and it looks absolutely sick with the way she sold it. BK London doesn't even rise back to his feet after, and he just stays seated while looking at Mr. Red rise up from the outside. Then, like the snake he is, he slithers out of the ring and picks up his ACW Heavyweight Championship. Mr. Red races to the aid of his now unconscious wife, and medics race down to the ring.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Russo’s Advice/Misplaced Item? I thought that only happened to BK!
Credit: Jake Cheng/Jake Steele

Steele:

Aye first, let me take time to brush my shoulders off
Wait...I had to dust my shoulders off
Thanks, y'all been waiting, been patient, been anxious
Now I herefore bring back me, your greatness (yes)
The rap Ali, jab I weave
Then come back with the same jab times three
I blow smoke to the heaven I'm so close to perfection
Rap's one big casino, I'm plotting Ocean Eleven (ay)
I might have sold the least
But I still manage to be most feared by most emcees (good)
Who holding me Who close to me
For sho papi, nobody yeah that's how it's supposed to be
Now listen you can either comprehend it or compliment it
It's all authentic (yep)
But you better believe whatever I say
Guess what you can bet it all I meant it (AYE)

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The One Man Dynasty can be heard rapping the lyrics to “Mic Check” by Juelz Santana, even over the noise of the shower. Jake Cheng wishes he had a way to record this, but alas he came here for one reason and one reason only. And that reason is halfway across the room, left alone on the table in the middle of Jake Steele’s locker room.

The International Cash Run Briefcase.

But this is a different kind of mission for Jake Cheng. He has snuck into locker rooms before. Once to steal the Light-Heavyweight Title from Hunter and another time...but I don’t remember why. But during those times, Jake had to be sneaky. Today is different. He simply walks into the locker room, grabs the briefcase, and leaves. Thats it.

Steele:

Mic check one two one two (one two)
Mic check one two one two (one two)
Mic check one two what is this
Santana's back to business, let's go (ay)
Mic check one two one two (check)
Mic check one two one two (check)
Mic check one two what is this
Santana's back to business, let's go
AYE!

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The sound of water shooting on Steele's body suddenly stops, as he shuts it off. He then sticks his hand out to the side of the shower curtains and he grabs his towel. He wraps it around his lower waist and he steps out of the shower. He walks out shaking his head left to right, getting excess water out of his hair. He walks out of the shower area and into the main part of the locker room, with a cocky swagger. He makes murmurs to himself about "How sexy he is." and "If he was money, he would be euros" and things like that. He then rubs his hands through his hair, and looks into the mirror.

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Steele: I'mma 'bout ta' whoop G-Unit's ass!... Tonight. But, I gotta make sho' my briefcase is wit' me at all times.[/color]

Steele walks away from the mirror, and he continues with his swagger until he gets just in clear sight of the table, and sees that his briefcase... is gone! His eyes widen with shock, as he quickly jumps over to the table, and flips it over, checking under it to see if it just fell. He then goes into his bags and frantically takes out his clothes, wrestling gear, etc. Just to see if it's in there, but to no avail. He gets up and starts pacing back and forth in shock.

Steele: Dis' shit ain't cool man, how da' fuck... nah, nah, it ain't cool man, where da' fuck did it go? Dis' shit is-...[/color]

*Knock, Knock*

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Steele: Who da' fuc... come in nigga![/color]

Here comes the man Steele least wanted to see, Kevin "The Internet" Anderson. Steele covers his face in shame, before looking back up at Kevin and asking him a question.

Steele: Whatthefuckyouwantkevin.[/color]

Kevin Anderson: I wanted to get an interview from you, before you're big tables match against G-Unit tonight, seeing as it could change your career and shoot you into stardom.

Steele: Kevin, take a look around da' room fo' me. Take a nice long gaze at it, and tell me what's missin'...[/color]

Kevin Anderson *looking around*: You're vest?

Steele: MY VEST!? HOW STUPID IS YOU KEVIN!? NO MY FUCKIN' VEST AIN'T MISSIN' NIGGA! MY GODDAMN BRIEFCASE IS GONE![/COLOR]

Kevin Anderson: Well... Jake Cheng just passed by, and he had something in his hand, but I didn't want to interrupt him. He looked pretty busy.

Steele's eyes begin to lightly twitch, before they open completely and he realizes what just happened. Without a second thought, Steele dashes out of his locker room in nothing but his towel. He looks up the hallway, and down the hallway, before throwing his arms up in a fit and moving his hand through his hair in frustration. He goes back into the locker room with Kevin and grabs him by his signature "Internet" shirt.

Steele: You... Tell Cheng... to meet me in the ring...[/color]

Kevin Anderson: Alright man! No need to touch the threads!

Steele let's go of Kevin's shirt, and Kevin backs up surprised that Steele didn't try to punch his brains out. Kevin, having some smarts, quickly backs up and runs out of the room, as Steele looks back at the table and actually cracks a smirk.

Steele: But before I do dat'... I need to visit a old friend.[/color]

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: The end of a saga, that shouldn't have been one (Credit: BK London)

As we return back from the brief break, BK London is making his way back from the in-ring area with the ACW OCW Heavyweight Championship rested on his shoulder. BK London takes a look at it for the first time since it was stolen from him three days ago, and for once - he finally feels at peace with himself. The loss of his championship belt almost drove him off the edge, but with the championship strewn across his shoulder - he feels like a champion again.

As he continues backstage, heading towards his locker room to prepare for the main event - he is trailed by the always annoying ACW male correspondant - Kevin "The Internet" Anderson.

BK London can hear the foot steps of Kevin Anderson behind him, and the increasing breaths of air as he begins to get exhausted, and he doesn't stop. Even though his demeanor has changed over the past two months, he still hates Kevin Anderson with a fiery passion that burns like the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. Eventually, the interviewer manages to catch up to the World Champion and BK London eventually stops when he reaches Chairman Russo's office aka OCW HQ.

BK London: What-

BK London back tracks for a second and calms down, he's at one now - he's at peace. He has his OCW Championship back. He answers in a much more calm tone.

BK London: What can I help you with Mr. Anderson?

Kevin Anderson: Well, I think all of us would like to know why you did what you did out there in the ring moments ago? I'd like to say that it wasn't exactly one of your finest moments...

BK London: You're right Kevin, you're absolutely right - it wasn't one of my finest moments. But you know what? I worked hard to get this championship right here on my shoulder, I worked long and hard and Mr. Red thinks he could just steal it and get away with it? Huh? As far as I am concerned, this was payback for everything that happened on the dark dark day that was Monday Night Warfare. Let it be known that the only reason he got his title shot tonight is because The Senator's interference. But you know what? I'm fine with it, because if Mr. Red is my first title defense as a THREE TIME World Champion, then I'm going to make a statement tonight. A statement to anybody who feels as if they're tough enough to challenge the champ.

BK London pauses for a second.

BK London: So whether you're the Entertainment Champion, or a certain Tag Team Champion who can't keep my name out their mouth when they have bigger problems to worry about, or you're Mr. Scott Andrews - no one will be safe from the destruction of OCW - Omega Championship Wrestling - the end of ACW is in full effect. And I want to take my time out to address Mr. Red, because I will get to The Senator later tonight...

BK London grabs the arm of Kevin Anderson to better position the microphone, and the camera slowly and solely focus' on the champion.

BK London: Mr. Red, you've been a thorn in my side for a long LONG time now. For the past two months you've decided that you wanted to step up in ACW, and you have, by becoming an ACW Entertainment Champion THREE times. But that wasn't enough for you? Was it? You wanted to face the best, so you decided to get in my way - and I don't blame you. If you want to make a name for yourself in ACW, you go up against the best and the best is me. It has been done in the past by people like Kudo Yasuda, Rattlesnake, Adrian Flamingo, G-Unit, and the list goes on and on...but look where they are now and look where I am! I am at the top, and that is simply out of you're league. After tonight, I don't want to see you in another match - I don't want to see you at all. Tonight, will be the final nail in the coffin of this embarassing Mr. Red/BK London saga. This interview is over.

Pushing the microphone right back into his chest, Kevin Anderson stumbles backwards and eventually loses his balance and lands right on his ass. BK London enters Russo's office and shuts the door right behind him, and the camera fade out from there.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment - Knock Knock. Whose There?

(Credit - Scott Andrews and Jay Zero)

Fans of ACW are lucky enough to be witnessing this night full of gifts and treats. I mean, we have the cocky Bryce making his in-ring debut in ACW not only again Alex Trixer, but against the veteran Kudo Yasuda as well! We have the "OCW" International Champion Jake Cheng going toe to toe with the now self proclaimed ACW Heavyweight Championship -- er, Champion! Dan White! Alongside with that, there's tag team action as one of ACW's newest tag teams, The Road Steelers try and make their other partner of RSX3 proud when they square off against G-Unit, also looking to back up their New Upper Echelon name. These two teams will fight for a shot at the ACW Tag Team Titles until a table is shattered and bodies are shaken. And of course, our main event! Mr. Red has stolen the "OCW" Heavyweight Championship from BK London, and after pulling a fast one over him last Monday, he gets his shot to rightfully win the title for himself! All in all, tonight is looking to be FULL of action, guaranteed!

However, right now isn't something that's been announced in advance. Right now is a little treat that is catching some people off guard. We find ourselves backstage with the winner of the Seven Deadly Sins match, Scott Andrews. Scott walks down the hallway, minding his own business. As he walks towards a set of locker rooms, his head slightly turns towards the left, glancing at something that catches his eye. Taking his eyes off of what's in front of him, Jay Zero quickly comes out of the shadows and stands in front of Scott, startling him.

Zero :: What the hell do you think you're doing?!

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Scott: Whoa! --

Scotts head shoots forward, where he suddenly sees Zero and jumps back, ready to strike.

Scott: --Shit!

He looks to the left and the right, wondering where he could have just come from.

Zero :: I asked you a question!

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Scott:[/color] What makes you think I have to answer to you? How about I ask you what the hell you think YOU'RE doing!? Almost gave me a God damn heart attack!

Zero shakes his head and lets off a quick "Heh."

Zero :: What? What's wrong Scott? You think I was your little friend. You know -- Chalmers?

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Scott:[/color] ...Chambers..

Zero :: Yeah! That one!

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Scott: Well I don't know! Who just stands in the shadows and jumps out at people?!

After asking that rhetorical question, Scott takes a second to catch his breath and calm down.

Scott:[/color] Look asshole -- what the hell do you want?

Zero :: Like I said before -- What...do you think...you're doing?

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Scott looks back at Jay with a confused look struck upon his face. He very slightly shakes his head.

Scott: Obviously I'm standing here trying to work out why I'm talking to a piece of trash like you. To be honest I don't know even know what you're talking about.

Zero stares at Scott as if he is getting angry.

Zero :: So what -- now YOU'RE messing with me Scott?! IS THIS A JOKE TO YOU?!

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Scott: I always thought you were a joke, Zero. Messing with you? I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Zero grits his teeth together and takes a deep breath.

Scott: So...can I go now or are you going to keep trying to convince me I've done something wrong?

Just then Zero lunges at Scott and grabs him by the collar of his shirt. Zero may be smaller, but the shock takes Scott off guard as he is pushed back into a wall. The slightly shorter Jay Zero then looks up into his eyes.

Zero :: Well if you're so blind then let me tell you what you're doing! You're walking around this place like you got no troubles now! You stole that contract from me Scott and what are you doing? Huh?!

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Scott overpowers Zero and pushes him backwards, freeing himself.

Scott: Touch me like that again and I swear I'll jam my fist through your face!

Zero :: You took my Heavyweight Title shot and look where you are now! You aren't training hard! You aren't getting inside BK London's head! You aren't planning your moment! YOU'RE RUINING WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN MINE!

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Not liking his tone, Scott quickly retaliates.

Scott: And what exactly do you know about my strategy? Nothing, that's what. I'm doing this my way, Zero, not your way. Y'know why? Cos I won the match, not you. I'm training harder than I ever have, and I AM getting inside BK London's head by not revealing any details of my plans. You're a punk, Zero, and you think you know better than me, but you don't have a fucking clue.

Zero :: Well Scott I wish you the best! I really do! Because a man like you is going to have trouble seizing an opportunity like this! A MAN LIKE YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO FINISH THE JOB!

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Scott: Oh, and what the hell makes you say that?

Zero :: Because! -- These people! These people are going to turn their backs on you Scott! They may love you now, but the fact of the matter is that they are all COLD BLOODED! They don't give a shit about you! All that they care about is the fact that you won a match! They're just jumping on the bandwagon Scott! And without them -- you have extra weight off your shoulders! No matter how HARD you concentrate, you will always have THEM to slowly kill you inside!

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Zero lets it sink into the mind of Scott Andrews for a moment before he replies.

Scott: Well -- I assume if you won, they would love you too?

Scott may have hit a spot that Zero doesn't like. He stares at Scott, snarling his upper lip a tiny bit.

Zero :: ....Of course they would.

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Scott: And I bet if you won, the people would turn their backs on you too?

Zero :: Of course not. There's a difference between you and me Scott! You see! You're a lover! You always have been and you always will be! That's a FACT! But me? I'm a fighter! I'm a man that knows what he wants and will do ANYTHING to make sure he gets it! That's why these people will love me! That's why these people will chant my name OVER, and OVER again! That's why Scott! That's why, I should have won that contract! Because I -- can finish the job!

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Scott: First of all, jackass, Scott Andrews has always been a fighter. From my early days as Tag Team Champion to my successful stint in the Light Heavyweight division I fought for everything I earned! And you have the nerve to say that you; who has never won the World Title either, can finish the job and I can't?! You're delusional, Zero. You've lost your mind. You lost the match, now stay out of my business...

Scott tries walking past Zero, but is stopped.

Zero :: NO! WAIT! Scott -- these people may like you now. But let's face it. They won't love a man that can't defend himself! They will simply reject you Scott! You have what's mine -- and I want it back. And Scott, no matter what, I WILL get my title shot! Whether you like it or not! So that's why I have this one last question for you!

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Scott rolls his eyes, glancing away from Zero which happens to be quite a little mistake. Within the blink of an eye, Zero's right arm flies up and his open palm catches the side of Scotts face. The vicious slap sends Scott spinning back and dropping to a knee momentarily. He quickly gets up and is met with a hard forearm, sending him down onto his face, holding his head. Zero starts to back up, making sure he's out of reach from the fallen Scarlet Assassin. Just then, he shouts out a phrase with a bit of a laugh in his tone.

Zero :: Heh... Scott! -- Do you love me now?!

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Zero smiles as Scott pulls his head up to look at Zero as he slowly back pedals away from him and down the hall. Scott continues to hold his head and apply pressure to his forehead as Zero makes his get-away. Scott glares at Zero with a look of intensity and rage and decides to save his energy for another time. Is Zero only adding fuel to the fire that could make Scott explode?

The scene fades out