Thursday Night Meltdown August 21st 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown August 14, 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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AC Evans vs. Mr. Red vs. Wayde Russler – Entertainment Championship

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Jake Steele vs. Danny Mainer

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Jake Cheng vs. Kudo Yasuda - International Championship

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The Senator vs. Thunder Train

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Scott Andrews and D-Train vs. Jay Zero and The Brothers Grimm

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[BK London]

Segment: OCW - Only Carries Winners (Credit: OCW - BK London, Jake Cheng, AC Evans, and Henry McKaye)

Prior to the show...

As the scene opens up there's no elegant French restaurant this time in which the members of OCW are discussing their dastardly deeds, but instead in the comfort of Chairman Stephan Russo's office - the OCW HQ for short - . Within the quarters, Stephan Russo seems to be out doing who knows what - and the other members of the stable seem to have taken over the office for themselves.

Jake Cheng finds himself prepping mentally for his International Title defense. With his new Dr. Dre "Beats" headphones over both ears- he has Alexisonfire pumping between his earlobes as he looks forward to this title defense.

One the other side of the locker room, BK London is chatting it up with AC Evans, and strangely enough - Henry McKaye is nowhere to be found.

BK London: ...aw man, that was incredible.

AC Evans: Please, it was nothing really.

BK London: Nothing really?! Since joining his little stable - NO - since returning to ACW after being gone forever for the third time, he has been running his mouth about OCW to anyone who will listen. But you shut his mouth for good when you hit your move...what's it called again?

AC Evans: ...its called Open Your Eyes!

BK London: When you hit Open Your Eyes, you brought a smile to my face - you almost brought a tear to my eye. You're going to be big Evans, you're going to be major. Now, you know an Entertainment Title match tonight - so I'm going to give you a little tip on facing Mr. Red, y'see...

The door opens up, and coming through the doors is the final wrestling member of the OCW puzzle - none other than Henry McKaye. The veteran simply walks in with his duffle bag over his shoulder and he makes his way towards the locker room section of the office.

Jake Cheng: McKaye, what's up man?

AC Evans: Nice to see ya Henry.

Henry McKaye: Gentlemen, good luck in your matches tonight. How are you doing BK?

BK London: ....

The silent treatment. While BK London has been praising AC Evans for his win earlier this week on Warfare, he hasn't exactly been too happy with Henry McKaye - especially after losing to that loudmouth reject Wayde Russler. BK London turns his attention back to AC Evans, and begins discussing strategy as McKaye moseys on over to Jake Cheng.

Henry McKaye: Mr. Cheng, can I talk-

Jake can't hear Henry so he continues his meditation breathing. Henry reaches forward and taps his shoulder. Jake looks up and takes the headphones off.

Henry McKaye: Sorry to break your concentration, Jake, but what's wrong with BK?

Jake Cheng: Well, he's not exactly thrilled that you didn't win your match against Wayde Russler during last Monday's Warfare. He thinks everyone has their own personal success in the stable, and you haven't been pulling your weight. But you didn't hear that from me.

Henry McKaye: I should probably approach him about it, that would probably be for the best.

Jake Cheng: ...uh, sure. Your funeral.

Jake places his headphones back on, and returns to his previous state of calmness that he had before the interruption. Henry McKaye drops his bags down on a nearby chair. He approaches BK London, who's still in the middle of a conversation with AC Evans, and manages to grab his attention.

Henry McKaye: Excuse me, Mr. London, you know...I feel like I let the group down by losing to Wayde on Warfare, so I just want to say I'm sorry. You know damn well that the result would have been different if one of his masked henchmen hadn't caught me by surprise - next time I get in the ring with him, I'm going to make him pay.

BK London: Oh, you did just fine...I guess. E for effort right?

There was nothing genuine in that comment by BK London, and he turned his attention back to AC Evans as they begin talking - and the OCW member feels a bit shunned by the OCW Champion. As he makes his way back towards his duffle bag, Stephan Russo re-enters the room from getting a cup of coffee and he sees Henry McKaye making his way to the back.

Co-Chairman Stephan Russo: McKaye! Glad to see you made it, what's up?

Henry McKaye: Nothing much, Mr. Russo, just that Mr. London is over there is singing the praise of my associate Mr. Evans for his win last night while basically giving me the cold shoulder about mine.

Co-Chairman Stephan Russo: He is huh? Well tell you what? You go get settled down, and after all three of these guys leave - we'll have a talk. I need to talk to you about something anyway..

Henry McKaye: Alright.

Henry McKaye heads to the back to get settled down while the segment fades out.

[BK London]

Segment: Smoke and Mirrors
(Credit: BK, Senator)

As the show begins, the jam packed crowd in the ACW Arena rises to their feet, while the intro pyro goes off, immensly excited to be on international telelvision, and even more so to be in attendance for the best wrestling show on the planet! And if the audience wasn't hyped enough, they certainly are, as "Hail to the Chief" plays over the PA system. Steve Phillips, wearing a custom fit Addidas red, white, and blue set of warmups, and a new "Steve Phillips: No Nonsense" t-shirt. The Senator strides up the stairs, and taking a microphone, enters the ring. Before speaking, the politician adjusts his collar, before afixing the camera with a deadly stare.

The Senator: I want my rematch.

The audience buzzes at the line, although a pack of already-drunken rabblerousers start chanting "Animal," for some inexplicable reason.

The Senator: BK London, Stephan Russo, Chairman Gingerdude, I will not stand for these shenanigans any longer. At Heatwave, I will have my retribution, in a fair, one on one match, no interference, no distractions, a simple test of skill and fortitude. All it takes, is for the three of you to get your collective act together, and although none of you like me very much, this crowd will tell you all that I am the one man they want to see in this match, the one individual who has been able to rally ACW, and to threaten OCW! It will be nothing short of an outright injustice if-

Suddenly, the Alphatron goes dark for a moment, and when it flashes back on, a "Live Feed" graphic appears in the upper corner, as BK London himself is seen standing in front of what appears to be a sunny back drop, with palm strees, and a clear blue sky. He's anywhere BUT the ACW arena right now.

BK London: Whoa whoa whoa! Senator, don't blow a gasket. It was just a little payback for well, hunting down OCW like the Senatorial Bounty Hunter you are and costing me a match against Mr. Red. Listen, you got your win alright, so what more do you want from me? If you were any real master of the ring, you would've seen that coming from a mile away - don't blame me because you had an opportunity at the championship and blew it.

A slight dripping sound is heard as BK speaks, which seems to confound Phillips for a moment, but he puts it aside, as his overall annoyance takes over.

Senator: Mr. London, get down to this ring, right now, so we can have a talk, man to man, face to face!

BK London: You think I don't want to come down to that ring right now? You think I don't want to stroll down to that ring and finish what I started on Warfare? I'd love nothing more to do that, but you see...I..I can't come down to the ring.

The dripping continues...

Senator: Excuse me? Why in Sam Hill would the ACW, yes, the ACW World Heavyweight Champion be absent from a live broadcast?

BK London: First of all, it's the OCW World Champion - get it right, ok. Second of all, if you haven't even taken a look behind me - I am in paradise. You see, since Gingerdude saw fit for me to wrestle three back to back matches - when I came to the arena tonight, Russo told me that I would have the night off. Not only that, but he recommended one of the finest places on ACW Island to catch some R&R. Besides, you people have yet to appreciate me when I show up - so why should I be there tonight? Why should I grace you with my presence? Everytime I show up, it should be an event. They should roll the red carpet out as I walk down the ramp and...

As the Senator continues to sit through the mindless rambling of the OCW Champion, he notices something. He notices the immistakable sound of an air dryer is heard in the background.

The Senator: Do excuse me, but I would prefer to continue this conversation as I do something...

BK London: Whatever, I don't care what you do...so as I was saying..

Phillips beckons to a cameraman, and immediatly bails out of the ring, jogging up the ramp, through the entranceway, cameraman in tow. As the camera makes its way through the curtain, it follows the Senator down one of ACW's myraid hallways. On a split screen, BK London seems a bit confused, almost antsy, as he scoops his "OCW" title off the floor, and begins to head off screen. Just before he reaches there, on the other camera feed, Steve Phillips dashes at top speed for a door, dropping the microphone, and kicking the door in. The camera finally catches up, finding Phillips to have cornered BK London in the men's restroom with a cheap fake tropical background set up on the wall.

Once The Senator races towards BK London, BK hops up on the toilet seat and attempts to escape through the window - only for his leg to fall right into the murky toilet water. With BK London's foot stuck, The Senator has a wide open opportunity to score a pair of rights, before landing a huge knife edge chop across the chest of BK London. BK howls in pain as it echoes throughout the small bathroom - and The Senator throws him off the toilet seat into the stationary tripod set up before them.

BK London almost knocks over the camera man attempting to get out of the locker room, but The Senator grabs him by his collar and throws him head first into the wall. BK's head bounces off the walls, and as he stumbles across the bathroom he walks right into one of the stalls - sadly for him, it's occupied and a man with his trousers by his ankles runs out with toilet paper trailing behind him. Disgusted, BK London backs up and he falls prey to a sleeper hold by the longest reigning International Champion. BK Lonodn flails around, attempting to escape any way he can - but he slowly begins to fade. As he's falling, The Senator grabs his head and drags him to the nearest stall - but not before cringing at the less than pleasant smell. He hoists up BK London, and it looks like he's going to piledrive him into the toilet - a first in ACW history, but a group of security members race into the bathroom and break the two up. They pull the nearly motionless BK London away from the vengeful Senator, while the remaining members restrain the former champion.

Senator: Get back here, you cowardly cretin, you wimpering dog, you pathetic pansy!

Alas, the Senator's words are for naught, as London is long gone, title in hand...

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: Hood Shit.
Credit: Steele, Train and Cheng

MONEY

MONEY

MONEY

MONEY

CAKE!

After that wild segment earlier, the ever familiar music of Jake Steele. He comes through his signature smoke, with his briefcase still in his hand as he looks determined, focused and ready for whatever he is coming to the ring for. His match is later on in the night, so this must mean he has a few words for someone else, and that someone may be obvious as he holds his briefcase in the palm of his hand tightly. He slides into the ring and looks onto the crowd as they cheer his name, before he places the briefcase down onto the mat. He pulls a microphone out from his back pocket and says what is on his mind.

Steele: Welcome to da' show everyone is talkin' about. Da' show dat people can't stop thinkin' about. Da show dat has one of da greatest cards today... Meltdown. And I'm not tryin' to gas you people in the crowd up, but I am puttin' it down like dis... tonight history is gonna be made and I can feel it in my bones, ya dig? I mean look at da' matches... you got Da' Senator versus Thunda' Train, in what is gonna be another clean sweep for da' big man in charge... den we got da' match dats gonna knock you all off ya' feet... Jake Steele versus Danny Maina'. I faced dude before... and just like last time, I'mma win and add to my momentum as I aim and fire at dat boy Cheng, right befo' I take his title....

Plus speakin' of Cheng, he got more den his hands full tonight. We got a rematch of the ages... he goin' up against my mentor, and da' dude who has allowed me to take in his ways of a R-3 student... Kudo Yasuda. Point blank... ya' not gonna win Cheng and once you lose, I'mma laugh all da' way to da' bank! Bec--...[/color]

Money

Money

Money

Money

Cake

Seeing as Jake Steele is already in the ring, everyone inside the arena is confused on why entrance music is playing, but there is only one real option...Jake Cheng. And when the crowd turns to the top of the ramp, they indeed see the International Champion wearing...holy shit what is he wearing!

The Asian Extraordinaire begins to walk down to the ring, decked out in hip-hop clothing. With every step Jake takes on his left foot, he leans back to his right, almost tripping on the black baggy jeans that are almost three sizes too big. A red and black OCW hoodie, also the covers his upperbody, along with ying yang pendent the size of half of BK London’s ego on a chain. Yeah, that’s a decent sized pendant. A black and white bandana is covering his hair and, of course he brought the OCW International Title with him. And now that he his in the ring, we see Jake Steele, doubled over with laughter.



Jake: Whasso funny, dawg?

Steele: What...what....what da' fuck you wearin’, man?[/color]

Steele looks at him up and down, wondering what the hell he's wearing.

Jake: Yo, I’m not yo’ man...yo.

Steele: Right right...so uh, what the hell you doin’ out here?[/color]

Jake: I’m here to teach you a lesson.

Steele: I know plenty about wrestling there, Champ, I’ve been-[/color]

Jake: No no no no no no no. I’m out to teach you a lesson in being black.

Awkward laugher comes from the crowd and intence laughter comes from Steele. He gets ready to say something, but Jake cuts in.

Jake: You got the gramma’ down pack, I just have one test for you. Can you rap?

The crowd “oohs” with the thought of a challenge from the International Champion, in a rap battle nonetheless. Steele smirks and nods his head, and Jake smirks back.

Steele: Who taught you to rap?

Jake: BK and I would rap to kill time. You ready for this?

Steele: Bring it.[/color]

Jake: Hit it. You first, chump.

A generic beat starts to play over the PA System and Jake Steele puts the microphone to his mouth, bouncing back and forth to the beat. He opens his mouth and the OCW Champion lunges forward. Using his title as a weapon, Cheng decks Steele. The Asian Extraordinaire begins kicking the man who had been playing mind games with him all month.

Jake: Why don’t you use your title shot now, bitch!

With the title still in hand, Jake jumps to the top rope and stands up, preparing for the Picture Perfect leg drop with a little twist. But then an unusual reaction from the crowd causes confusion for the champ: cheering. Looking up at the ramp, The Chinese Phenom sees Thunder Train steamrolling his way down to the ring. And as fast as Train came down, Jake is out into the crowd. Train checks on his fellow Road Steeler and helps up his partner, taking his microphone.

Train: Cheng...I have one thing to say to you....hit it!

The beat starts up again and Train gets ready to give the rap of his life.

Train: MY NAME IS TRAIN, MY LYRICS ARE INSANE, I'M HUNGRY AS FUCK AND I MIGHT EAT YA BRAIN! HU-RAH! RAH RAH RAH! FLIPMODE!

With the crowd cheering and laughing at Thunder Train’s rap, we fade from the ring, another chapter in the Jake against Jake saga ending.

[BK London]

[Segment] Black Out
[Credit] Bryce, Kudo and Wayde.

ACW Meltdown returns from a brief commercial break with the cameras opening up at ringside. They pan around the crowd, focuses on various such signs which the people are holding such as "AOCW Wrestling" and "Junior Heavyweights have rights too!" before coming to a halt at the top of the entrance ramp. Suddenly, "Of One Blood" by Shadows Fall, the now familiar theme music of ACW newcomer Bryce hits the P.A System. Right on cue Bryce emerges through the entrance curtain and makes his way out to the top of the ramp, he is met with boos from all areas of the arena - which isn't suprising considering his actions on Monday. Bryce is wearing his normal out of ring attire, which is a long sleeved black top with a B on the left breast as well as dark blue jeans. He stops to pose with a smirk on his face before beginning to make his way down the entrance ramp at a slow pace, he occasionally responds to trash talk from crowd members before he reaches the bottom of the ramp. He rolls under the bottom rope to enter the ring, and as he reaches the centre of the ring barks at a ringside ring to throw him a microphone. As the official obliges, Bryce catches it perfectly and lifts it to his mouth.

Bryce: On Monday I made Wayde Russeller and Kudo pay for underestimating The Epitome of Athleticism. See, Wayde was delirious; he thought that last Thursday he could interrupt my match with Kudo and think he could get away without any repurcussions. Wrong. Wayde, you can't seriously tell me you didn't think I wouldn't get my own back? Seriously?! I was mere seconds from that winning that match, I know it, these people watching know it, hell Kudo knows it!

But still, you had to stick your nose where it didn't belong; in my business. You boast about how great your stable is, how you have people to back you up; but the thing is Wayde, the only reason you need a stable, the only reason you rely on other people is because you can't rely on yourself. You can't rely on yourself because not only are you talentless, not only are you dumb as a stick but you may just be the ugliest human specimen to walk through the doors of the ACW arena.

Bryce pauses briefly, he downs at the ring mat before looking up again and running his fingers through his hair.

Face it, Wayde. You're pathetic. I hope those chair shots shook some sense into you, because god knows you nee-

Much to the disgust of Bryce he is interrupted as the theme music "Jesus or a Gun" by Fuel which belongs to one Wayde Russeller hits the P.A system. As he emerges onto the entrance ramp it's not much of a surprise that he doesn't look the least bit happy, with a microphone in hand he quickly makes his way down the ramp to cheers from the crowd who detest Bryce. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he makes his way up the steel steps and enters the ring by ducking under the top rope. He immediately confronts Bryce in the centre of the ring.

Wayde: So I'm in the back listening to you run your mouth and it hits me. Your not mad at me.....your just trying to make a name for yourself! Well I forgive you for the attack and I can help make sure your name is all over! I can see it now, ACW CHAMPION........RICE!

Bryce: Hey asshole, it's Bryce!

Wayde: Vice?

Bryce: BRYCE!

Wayde: Lice?

Bryce: BRY...

Wayde: Shut the hell up already! I don't care if your name is Mice, Slice or Vanilla Ice! Your name doesn't matter because even though you think your big, to me your just another cocky and arrogant rookie who just pissed off the wrong Cowboy! And on Monday you made a rookie mistake! I was gonna let you and Kudo off the hook and move to bigger things but thanks to your stunt on Monday you're going to find out what happens when you piss off Wayde FUCKING Russeller!

Wayde clenches his fist, to which Bryce responds typically by laughing at the man he attacked on Monday.

Bryce: You really do crack me up, do you know that? You...really think...I'm scared of you?! *Bryce pauses to laugh again* Pleeease! The only person who's scared of you is your mother, and that's only because she can't believe she produced something as ugly as you!

The crowd begin to get behind Wayde more, urging him to wipe the smug smirk off of the face of the arrogant newcomer.

Wayde: I'll give you something Ice Cube; you sure have a big mouth for a small person! Normally I respect that but you my friend are gonna have it shut, and have it shut hard!

Wayde takes a step towards Bryce who does the same, the crowd erupt as the two men square up with the likelihood of a brawl breaking out looking more and more likely. However, just as the tension looks about to explode Wayde turns with mic and climbs to the second rope.

Wayde: BECAUSE I AM MRRRRRRRRRRRR X RAA...........

Wayde is still finishing but his mic goes mute. Bryce starts to laugh but when he goes to say something in his own mic, it fails to work as well. Wayde and Bryce look at each other and their mics not understanding why they aren't working. Just then they are interrupted by the piercing guitar riff from “Poison” by Takashi Sorimach which hits the P.A system to briefly interrupt the confusion. Kudo steps out into view but stays at the top of the ramp with a working mic in hand and cheers from the crowd.

Kudo: My would you listen to that.

Kudo motions out his ear with his hand and listens to the crowd pop.

Kudo: That’s the silencing of two SOBs through the wonders of electronics.

Bryce and Wayde both start pointing at Kudo and yelling inaudible obscenities.

Kudo: You know I’ve always heard people say “if you don’t like what I have to say, then you turn your TV’s off,” but in this case, I think it’s a lot easier to just turn your mics off.

The crowd cheers wildly for the one uppage.

Kudo: You see, this is what happens when new stars don’t have the proper direction. They show up thinking they’re owed something, and when they don’t get it they try and take it for themselves. That’s why you have these two clowns in the ring wasting up valuable time for people that deserve it by bragging about things that never happened and yelling annoying catchphrases. I’m only 21 years old and I’m standing here like the freaking veteran of this bunch.

More cheers ensue as Wayde and Bryce turn full attention to a common enemy standing atop the ramp.

Kudo: I mean just think of the ways you two could save time and do everyone a favor. Bryce you can go stare and smile at yourself in the mirror backstage so you don’t waste valuable time standing there in the ring where true junior heavyweights can be wrestling. And Wayde, you can go back to your locker room and after you’re finished watching those Hannah Montana DVDs you can go play cops and robbers with that cute little gang you assembled.

Wayde and Bryce are both practically out on the apron after that comment as the fans cheer and jeer.

Kudo: So if you’re going to come out to the ring and make a big scene, you’d better be able to back up your words, otherwise don't come out at all.

As Kudo predicted, both Wayde and Bryce come up the ramp looking to make Kudo eat his own words as the crowd cheers in anticipation of violence. Also as Kudo predicted, Bryce nails Wayde with a cheap shot from behind as he heads up the ramp and to take on Kudo himself.

Kudo however is ready and strikes Bryce in the head with his working mic so hard he probably broke it in the process. Bryce reels back a bit and Kudo throws a right roundhouse kick which knocks Bryce out at the top of the ramp. The crowd is completely behind Kudo as Wayde finally works himself back up. Kudo turns his attention to Wayde now, who tries to get his own revenge, but Kudo delivers a knee to his gut before he can fully get to a standing position and throws him headfirst into the metal pillar beside the ramp. Wayde’s head bounces off to a loud crash as Kudo looks completely serious now and measures his work from a distance.

Bryce and Wayde continue holding their heads in pain as Kudo leaves the scene, satisfied.

-Fade Out-

[BK London]

Segment: In the Air tonight.
Credit: Wayde Russeller

10:00 AM- 8-21-08
Wayde's House

Wayde Russeller steps out of the shower to a view more beautiful than the sunset. More beautiful than heaven itself. A sight that everyman would die to wake up to every morning



He smile and walks up to her with his towel wrapped around his waist. He puts his hand softly on her cheek and gives her a kiss. She leans back and looks him in the eyes with a smile on her face. She runs her fingers lightly through his hair as they kiss again, this time tongues gently caressing. To Wayde it is like pure ecstasy, this sexy woman who he cares about gently rubbing him.

As they kiss she puts her hand in the center of Wayde's chest and rubs it up and down. She glides her hand from his chest down and underneath the towel. He lets out a grunt.

Wayde: Watch yourself I have a match tonight!

Diamond: Yea, a great, BIG, match tonight

Wayde: You trying to sabotage me? Waste my energy before the big night.

Diamond: We both know you have plenty of energy..a handful like what I have right now

They both chuckle as she slips the other hand under the towel

Diamond: I will get you ready for the match so you can't lose. ANd if you win the Entertainment Title tonight, I will reward you so well you might need a night off!

Wayde: Well you'll know, because you'll be there....

She takes her hands out of the towel and back on his chest and looks him in the eyes.

Diamond: You want me there tonight?

Wayde: I want you there every night from now on. Being away from you hurts and I want you by my side all the time

Diamond smiles and looks like she is about to cry.

Diamond: I'll be there Wayde. Every night. I love you.

Wayde looks back into her eyes. She did it, she said the "L" word. Now its up to him. He has never said it before, what if he messes up? He puts his hands on her cheeks and stares deep into her eyes.

Wayde: Diamond Fox, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to my life. Win or lose the title tonight I will still be the happiest man alive because I have you by my side. I.....Love....You.

The two smile and kiss. She takes Wayde out of the bathroom and pushes him on the bed.

Diamond: The ride I am about to give you is DEFFINITLY X-Rated

With that she straddles him as the camera fades out. Diamond will be with Wayde tonight, but will that enough be enough to help him win the Entertainment Title? Only time will tell

[BK London]

Segment: It's 1:30AM As I Write This and I Don't Have a Good Name, Then Again I Normally Don't and They are Cheesy (Credit: Train)

The camera fades into the backstage area where we find ourselves in a chase. Kevin "The Internet" Anderson is running, being followed by the camera man down a hallway. He shouts "Thunder Train, Thunder Train" as he sprints toward the end of the hallway. He reaches the end and sees Thunder Train casually walking away. He grabs Train's arm, causing him to drop his sandwich.

Train: You just made the biggest mistake of your life buddy...

Kevin *Out of breath*: I'm...sorry...Train...I just...wanted a word...with you....

Train: You have 1 minute...

Kevin *Still out of breath*: Well....I was hoping...that....you could...give me...your thoughts....on your match later....with The Senator.....

Train: Well...this may just be the toughest match of my career. I respect Senator. He taught me a lot during my short time in the Senatorial Stable. However, I'm afraid my mind is in a different spot right now as I have to worry about a TLC match. Gingerdude must hate me or something! I had a ladder match 2 months ago! He knows I can't climb ladders!

Kevin: They why not just have Steele climb the ladder and win for you?

Train: No, you see it's different. Everyone else has a chance of climbing that ladder which gives their teams twice as much a chance of winning than our team. So if we divide the chances of winning by 6 people that gives each person a 16.67 percent chance of winning. However, each team has a 33.34 percent chance of winning except us. But if you factor in the fact that I am the Train that adds on an additional 54 percent chance of us winning and a 100% chance of me eating something.

Kevin: .....I don't follow.....

Train: Exactly. You see, it doesn't matter what the numbers spell out because at Heatwave The Road Steelers are bringing home the gold for the good of ACW.

Kevin: Haha, let's hope you don't screw this up like your album..

Train gives an evil glare at Kevin.

Train: ....

Kevin: What?

Train: I have a good mind to eat you right now. What do you weigh, 170?

Kevin: 180...

Train: Perfect...

Kevin: Uhh...Train...stop looking at me like that....

Train: You made me drop my sandwich. I need to eat something....I'm hungry...THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!

Kevin: Uhh...ummm....calm down Train....

Train: I'll give you a 5 second head start....

Kevin: What does that mean?

Train: One....Two.....Three....Four....

Kevin: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Kevin begins darting down the hallway, much to Train's enjoyment. He bends over and picks up his sandwich. He absorbs it then continues to laugh as he sees Kevin run. He mouths the word "Dumbass" as we fade out.

Fade to black.

[BK London]

Segment: Golden Opportunity
Credit: Wayde Russeller and G-Unit

The camera is in the parking lot where a yellow and black car pulls up and Wayde Russeller jumps out. He runs to the passenger side and opens the door as the beautiful Diamond Fox steps out with a smile on here face.

Diamond: So this is ACW??

Wayde: Yep, my home away from home.

The two walk down the corridor and up to the NUE locker room. They walk in to the room and look around. G-Unit is sitting on the couch, feet up relaxing, Samantha is on the stool, and Bravado is walking around sipping on a martini. As soon as he sees Wayde he drops the glass and does a snap and point at him.

Bravado: Heyo, bada bing bada boom, here he is! Mr. X Rated in the flesh! Looking good babe. And who is this foxy little number over here.

Diamond: I'm Diamond, you must be Brian.

Bravado: You got it toots. Man if you ever want to get into modeling make sure you call the BEST agent in sport, Brian Bravado.

He hands her a car as she blushes and sticks it in her pocket.

Wayde: Everybody else this is Diamond, thats Jonny....Gooey.......and Samantha up there.

Everyone waves and says hello.

Spade: So Champ, you ready for you match?

Wayde: Yea. Its my FIRST EVER title match but I'm not fazed at all. I will take out Red, and keep the title away from OCW.

Bravado: Thats exactly right kid, NO FEAR. Just go out there, think confident and next thing you know......PIZAZZ! You have a title!

Gooey: How are you so confident Wayde! I wish I had that confidence.

Wayde: Oh Gooey, pal. its easy to be confident when you plan like the Mr. X Rated

He smiles and the camera turns to the image of a man in the corner.



The camera fades as it zooms in on the dark masked man. How will he help or not help Wayde tonight?

Fade

[BK London]

Match 1: AC Evans vs. Mr. Red vs. Wayde Russler – Entertainment Championship (Credit: Wayde)

Match: A.C Evans vs Wayde Russeller vs Mr. Red-Entertainment Championship
Credit: Wayde Russeller

Philip: Ladies and Gentleman the following match is a Triple Threat match scheduled for ONE fall and is for the Entertainment Championship! Introducing first....A.......C.....EVANS!

"Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden comes on the loud speaker and AC Evans begins making his way to the ring looking focused on the title match a head.

Edison: Well you know A.C would LOVE to walk out of here tonight with the Entertainment belt around his waist.

McNally: Well more importantly OCW would love it, that would put THREE belts in the OCW corner! Not good at all for ACW

A.C's music dies out and "Jesus or a Gun" by Fuel comes on the loudspeaker.

Philip: Making his way to the ring next, being accompanied by Diamond Fox.....Mr. X Rated...Wayde Russeller!

Wayde and Diamond come out holding hands. Wayde spins her in a circle to show off her perfect body and they walk to the ring.

Edison: Well you gotta figure the roll he has been on lately played a part in him gettitng in this match. And would there be any better way to back up his loud mouth talking than by winning his FIRST title match here in ACE

McNally: Edison, stop talking and start admiring the perfection that is Diamond Fox. Win or lose, her luckier than all of us.

He goes to go up the stairs when Diamond stops him. They exchange a hot kiss before he walks into the ring and she blows him a kiss. and his music dies.

Philip: And the Champion, being accompanied by Mrs. Red........MRRR...CRACK!

Before Philip could finish announcing Red he cracked in the head with a Kendo stick by the NUE member dressed in all black!

Edison: Well I guess that was just for fun.

McNally: It'll get Philip to stop stealing Wayde thunder I guess!

"Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N Roses is the last song to play as the champion Mr. Red comes out with his wife by his side.

Edison: The champion is at a disadvantage here being that he doesn't have to be pinned to lose the belt.

McNally: Yea but don't count Red out, he is a fighter and he will not give up that title without a BATTLE.

Red climbs in the ring. Mrs. Red and Diamond exchange some dirty looks as the ref holds up the belt. He puts it at the announce table and gets ready to start the match.

DING DING DING

The three men dance around in circle all waiting to see who will attack who first. They go around the ring in a circle about two times before all three men rush at each other at the same time causing a weird struggle. AC hits Wayde with a right, who then hits Red, Who hits AC, who then turns and hits Red, who hits Wayde, who hits Red again, who.......

The refs head is going in circles and he is tired of its he jumps in the circle to break it up accidentally getting smacked by a hand. Not knowing who's hand it was, no one gets in trouble but shakes off the cob webs and pushes everyone back. He pushes Evans to one corner then Mr. Red, however while he is pushing Wayde back in to the corner Evans runs out of now where and drop kicks Mr. Red. Seeing this, Wayde runs at AC only to get his own drop kick to the knees. Wayde drops to his knees and AC spring boards off the rope and clotheslines Wayde to the mat. AC is feeling the fire now and the crowd boo's as he raises his arms in the air. He climbs up the top turnbuckle and jumps off to double stomp Waydes chest but Mr. Red jumps out of no where and violently shoulder blocks AC that causes him to flip in the air hard and fall to the mat hard. He jumps on him for a quick cover..

1...

2...

Wayde breaks it up

Wayde gets up and him Red start exchanging rights hands back and forth until Red finally comes out on top by poking Wayde in the eye. He lifts Wayde up and drops his groin in his knee. Red then connects with a kick to the mid section and DDT. Wayde bounces up pretty quick but he should have stayed down because Red hits his Cincinatti Swing. He goes to cover Wayde this time...

1...

2...

TH......AC nails a standing moonsault that breaks up the count and stuns his two opponent.

Wayde rolls out of the ring and into the arms of a concerned Diamond Fox. Meanwhile inside the ring AC is violently punching Mr. Red in the face. He stops and turns and runs up the ropes and flips his body around for an elbow drop! He goes to cover Red....

1....

2...NO

Red kicks out now and Evans has some words for the ref. He climbs the second rope and waits for Red. Red slowly starts wobbling to his feet and Evans comes off for the Open Your Eyes. He makes a cover as the fans boo

1....

2....

T..Wayde now stomps AC's head quick and bounces off the rope but AC clotheslines him out of the ring.

AC is looking at Wayde holding his head outside the ring when Red come and surprises Evans with the Drop of Red and instead of going for the pin he locks in the Red Lock.

Red pulls hard and Evans reaches for the rope but is too far

Ref checks, no.

Checks no.

Evans looks like he might tap when......

Wayde comes out of no where and bulldogs Red! He climbs the rope and delivers a top rope head scissors take down that send Evans to one corner in the sitting position. He runs at Wayde and shoulder blocks him into the same corner that sends him crashing into the sitting position on top of Evans. Wayde lines them and runs to the turnbuckle and grabs the top rope pulling himself in the air holding himself for a second.

McNally: SMITH!

He crashes down sending his feet into the chest of his opponents.

McNally: AND WESTON!

Evans is first to stand up and he gets a kick in the stomach and a Southern Justice! He rolls out of the ring while Wayde climbs the turnbuckle. Mr. Red starts struggling to his feet. He is just barely on his knees when Wayde comes flying off the top rope for a thunderous Southern Justice!

Edison: Can Wayde make the cover???

Wayde slowly throws his arm over Red.

1...

2...

3! NO RED KICKS OUT!

Wayde slams the mat in frustration and gets to his feet. Red scramble up knowing is back is against the ropes. Evans, not wanting to miss his shot, jumps on the turnbuckle. Red and Wayde look at Evan then each other, and then both men run at Evans and knock him off the apron and through the announcers table!

Edison: OH MY GOD!

McNally: Well team work to take Evans out but I don't think that will la....

Before McNally can finish Wayde grabs Red in a dragon sleeper and drops him to the mat, wrapping his legs around Reds body and pulling.

Edison: ITS THE ROCKABYE LULLABYE!

The ref checks Red......no

The ref checks him again.......no

Red is looking around for a rope to grab but he is in the middle of the ring and the submission hold gives you no room to move.

Ref lifts Reds arm and drops it.....1

Ref lifts it again and drops it......2

The ref signals to the announcers, officials, and fans that we are at two.

Edison: If Red is unable to lift his hand here he will be considered KOed and the match will end!

The ref lifts Reds hand and drops it....the whole world seems to slow down as Reds hand drops....drops...past the half mark.....on the mat!!

Ref: KO, its over!!

"Jesus or a Gun" blasts on the loud speaker and everything speeds up once again as the fans explode in cheers! Not necessarily because they love Wayde, but it was an excellent way to end a classic match!

Edison: CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!! WAYDE RUSSELLER HAS WON THE ENTERTAINMENT TITLE!!

McNally: In his first Title match ever Wayde just took the gold in a grueling contest with two of ACW's best!

Wayde is in the ring and his knees in shock. Red has rolled out of the ring already and Mrs. Red helps him to the back while Evans can't believe he missed the opportunity and heads to the back.

Wayde is on he knees still and Diamond comes in ring on all fours and crawls to him and slaps a big kiss on him. The ref comes in with the belt and hands it to Wayde. Wayde looks at it with wide open eyes before jumping on the turnbuckle and showing it to the fans. He jumps off and once again kisses Diamond. He helps her out of the ring and they start heading to the back. They get half way up the ramp when.....

G-G-G-G-G-UNIT!

Wayde looks up and out from the curtain is his NUE partners G-Unit followed by Brian Bravado and Samantha all clapping. Spade walks up in front and Wayde looks at him. Wayde almost looks like his gonna cry as Spade and him shake hands and hug. Wayde then shakes hands with the rest of the group and shows the title again.

Edison: Well love the New Upper Echelon or hate them, this is THEIR moment and no one can take this away!

McNally: Oh and I am sure there will be much celebrating tonight!

The camera zooms in as New Upper Echelon-G-Unit, Samantha, Brian Bravado, the dark masked man, Diamond Fox, and Wayde Russeller, the new ET Champion, walk to the back. It fades out as the last member, Russeller, hold the belt up and goes into the back...
Fade

[BK London]

Segment: Everlong (Birth of a God: Chapter 3) (Credit: Henry McKaye)



[Henry moved slowly down the hallway, favoring his right leg as he moved towards the pay phone that sat docile at the end of the backstage area towards the black double doors that lead outside the arena. Kroenen had spent the majority of the match destroying Henry's knee with heavy stomps and he probably shouldn't have been up and walking on it at all. A couple of ice packs heavily taped up under a pair of jeans was only a momentary solution. Henry dug into his pocket for change and braced himself for the long distance bill he was building up and, more importantly, the voice of the woman who meant the world to him.]

Nicole: Hello?

Henry: Hey, Nic, how're you doing, hun?

[Nicole wasn't buying the tough voice Henry put on and could tell he was in pain.]

Nicole: Henry, when are you coming home? You were only supposed to be gone for two weeks, and now you've been gone for a month...

Henry: I know, I know... I just need to finish up a few things first and I promise you, Nic, I'll be on the first flight back to Olympia. I'm really starting to hate it here...

[Nicole was getting frustrated now and Henry could feel his heart breaking as she spoke. He could end this all right now, it was in his power to... but not yet. He needed to beat Kroenen... he needed to end the monster's climb up the ranks before he could take over.]

Nicole: Well, if you hate it so much, why don't you just come back home now? I really miss you, Henry, and so does Chris... you just sound so miserable...

Henry: I know, I miss my ladies too, but you have to trust me now. When I come home, no more long tours... no more late night trips... hell, at this rate, no more wrestling period. I'm going to come home with a nice chunk of money and I'll settle down and be the little family you've always wanted us to be. I promise.

[Henry's time in Germany was killing his love of the business, and the thought of walking away and being a real family was what he wanted now more than anything. Sure, he'd go down as a “never was”, but if he had Nicole and Chrissy at his side... he didn't care what anyone said about him. Henry came dangerously close to saying fuck it all right then and there and boarding the next flight home, but he felt a tug on his shirt.]

Henry: Dammit, I need to go, Nic.

Nicole: When are you coming home, Henry?

Henry: As soon as I can. I love you, Nic.

[Henry could hear the sadness in her voice as she slowly hung up the phone.]

Nicole: I love you too, Hanky.

[Henry stayed on the phone until he heard the click of her receiving going back on the hook. As soon as it did, he slammed the receiver down and whipped around to see Head WXW Referee Mal Mason standing in front of him in his red ref uniform. Mason was a character in his own right, and was known to let his ego get in the way of the athletes who actually competed. It wasn't unusual for Mal to try to attract attention to himself... after all, he is the only ref in the business who had his own ring music.]

Henry McKaye: What the hell do you want?

Ref Mal Mason: Kroenen would like to speak with you.

Henry McKaye: Any reason why he didn't just come himself?

Ref Mal Mason: No, he said he wanted me to escort you to a location where the walls didn't have eyes. He doesn't want anyone snooping in your business. Follow me.

[Both men headed out the black double doors and to Mal's small rental car in the parking lot. Henry kept his eyes open and constantly scanned his surroundings in case Mason was paid off by Kroenen to lead him into a trap. Surprisingly, they made it into Mal's car and out of the parking lot with no interruptions, and as they pulled out unto the highway, there was still no signs of foul play. However, when half an hour went by... Henry was starting to wonder what was going on.]

Henry McKaye: Mal, where in the hell are we going?

Ref Mal Mason: You hit the nail right on the head, Hank. We're going to hell.

[After another ten minutes, Mal made a sharp turn off of an off ramp and turned around, speeding so fast that Henry couldn't read the signs that they passed. Soon, they sped into a city and ducked in and out of side streets and roads until they hit a section of streets that were illuminated by large neon signs that advertised everything from live sex acts, to live girls, to live bands. Henry cautiously stepped out of the car, and as soon as he did, Mal slammed the door shut and locked it.]

Ref Mal Mason: Well, this is where I leave. He should be in the Cat Meow... take care, Hank.

[With that, Mal pounded the gas pedal again and sped off into the night, stranding Henry somewhere he was sure that he didn't want nor need to be.]

Henry McKaye: MAL! Mal! You can't leave me here!

Johann Kroenen: Ah! Mr. McKaye... I'm glad a man of your great virtues and humility could join us here in hell on earth!

[Henry turned around to see the looming Kroenen who looked out of place in his Victorian garb leaning up against the front entrance of a business that advertised “live girls.”]

Henry McKaye: What do you want, Kroenen?

[Kroenen swaggered away from the building and held open his arms and took a deep breath of air.]

Johann Kroenen: There is plenty of time for that, friend, first, let me give you a tour of my home away from home. First off, in case your German is rusty, you're standing in the finest strip club in Hamburg, the Cat Meow. Actually, this whole little area is a nice little piece of land called the triangle of debauchery that we all know and love as the Reeperbahn! A man can get anything he wants here... sex, drugs, hell, even his eardrums blown out by some loud rock n' roll.

Henry McKaye: I'm not really interested in a tour, Kroenen... what do you want?

[Johann dropped his arms and sneered at his newfound rival.]

Johann Kroenen: I see, Mr. McKaye, your professionalism in the face of fun and hedonism doesn't make you any less boring. Come with me...

[Johann motioned towards the entrance of the Cat Meow as he took the lead, leaving himself exposed for Henry to attack. Kroenen sneered again as Henry didn't make an offensive move towards him before leading him inside the loud, dark abyss that was the Cat Meow. The loud tunes of Rob Zombie blared on the PA as tattooed and pierced women shimmied and danced on the top of the various stages and cages wearing next to nothing. Most of the bar's patrons were men who matched the counter culture look and dress, and the conservatively dressed Henry in jeans and a white dress shirt looked oddly out of place. Kroenen finally made his way to a private room in the club that was lit by candle light and decorated in blue velvet. As they stepped inside and shut the door, the loud music practically muted itself.]

Johann Kroenen: So, let's get down to business... Mr. McKaye, for the past week, I've done a number on you to say the least. Actually, it's a bit amusing to see you come to the ring every day with a new limb to favor as you move. As fun as that may seem, I grow bored in the face of monotony quickly. So, one way or another... I'm finished with you.

[Kroenen smiled at Henry before motioning to him to take a seat as he took one himself at the other side of a table. Johann tapped a buttom that sat in the middle of the table as he took a cigarette out of his vest pocket and lit up.]

Johann Kroenen: So, I'm giving you one final opportunity to stick out your hand and improve your life for the better. I've seen how you don't bother looking at your paycheck before mailing it off to your home in America... it's no surprise that you're probably supporting your family on what little coin you made here. I can respect that, my great uncle Hans did that before he was beaten to death on the streets of New York City and, unlike Hans, you have too much potential to become just another victim of this harsh world.

[Henry stared at the button in the middle of the table, wondering what it possibly could've been for until a bright light lit up the dark room. Henry winced as he looked towards the opposite wall that was now gone and replaced by a large Plexiglas window. Behind it, bright light showed a silhouette of a young woman dancing provocatively.]

Johann Kroenen: It's a shame really... a boy grows up watching his family tear apart at the seams... vows to never allow that to happen to his own family... but has to sit by helplessly as he watches the bills stack up higher and higher. It's a sick, sick world, Mr. McKaye.

[Henry practically lounged out of his seat at Johann, how in the world did he know about his life?]

Henry McKaye: You leave my family out of this, you sick son of a bitch!

Johann Kroenen: Relax, friend, I like to consider the Cat Meow as a neutral territory where we all can come together and feel the front of our pants tighten in anticipation...

[Kroenen gestured to girl dancing behind the screen who had momentarily stopped due to Henry's outburst. Kroenen ushered Henry to return to his seat, but McKaye stood his ground to a reluctant Johann. In response, Kroenen pushed the button on the table again which caused the walls of blue velvet to cover up the window again.]

Johann Kroenen: Right... well, Mr. McKaye, you have two options... the same two you've always had. You either take my hand right now and make triple, if not more, coin to send home to your loving wife and make a powerful new ally... or I crush you the next time my name appears across from your's on the card.

[Kroenen stuck an open hand out for Henry shake, and despite his anger, Henry didn't outright respond. Slowly, a smile stretched across Kroenen's face as Henry slowly moved his hand closer to his, but was cut off suddenly as Henry spit in his face.]

Henry McKaye: Fuck you, Kroenen! The last thing I would ever do is shake the hand of a monster like you!

[One would think that a man with of a much larger stature wouldn't take that from someone he could easily over power, but Kroenen sat confused as he raised an eyebrow to McKaye.]

Henry McKaye: What? Why so shocked “Mr. Death God”? Are you surprised that someone has more self-respect for themselves than to join sides with manipulator like you? Let me hammer in a detail into your brain for a change... the next time my name appears across from your's... I'm going to end you and whatever else you have planned. I'm not doing it for the money... for the power... or even for the respect of the fans... I'm going to do it because it's the right thing to do!

[McKaye stormed out of the room, leaving a stunned Kroenen, and out of the club in general, shoving his way through a crowded room of miscreants, misfits, and other social rejects in the process. His leg started acting up and cramping as he made his way outside, but he wasn't going to let a slight limp get in his way. He needed to find out where he was and how exactly he planned on getting back to the tour bus.]

?: Wait!

[Henry ignored the voice of the young girl that was calling for him as he continued limping down the street, heading for the direction he saw Mal drove off from.]

?: No one has ever stood up to Kroenen like that before.

Henry McKaye: Well, it seems like it's about damn time that someone did!

[She must've been the girl behind the Plexiglas wall. Henry could hear the girl following him in heels that clicked every time they hit the wet pavement road. That didn't keep him from moving, though, Henry wasn't entirely sure if he could trust his grandmother here. Regardless, no matter how fast he tried to move with one leg, the girl in the pointed heels managed to stay right with him.]

?: Would you stop walking so fast? It's hard to keep up with these shoes on...

Henry McKaye: Look, lady, I don't know who you are and I don't really care. All I want to do is get back to the Hamburg arena and get back on the bus that'll take me to my hotel room.

?: Well, that's impossible. The buses don't run this late and the other men from your promotion have already left. Come with me... the least I can do is offer a bed to the man who finally stood up to Kroenen.

Henry McKaye: No offense, ma'am, but I'm not exactly a rookie. What're the odds that you're going to take me to your room, tie me to the bed, and run off with all of my money?

?: Your money? You'd be lucky if I let you keep a kidney.

Henry McKaye: My point exactly.

?: It's a joke! I thought you Americans were supposed to be funny! Seriously, though, come to my place tonight and I'll make sure you get back on a bus to wherever you need to go with all of your limbs in tact.

[The girl stuck her arm out and grabbed Henry by his shoulder which finally stopped him. Henry realized she was right, he had no clue where he was and no idea how to get back. So, he turned to see the girl face to face. She was much shorter than him, probably by half a foot, but she was well-proportioned in other areas. She wore a tattered black t-shirt over tight denim jeans which only accetuated the tattoos and piercings that brought out her dark hair and thick make-up. Henry reluctantly shot out a hand for the girl.]

Henry McKaye: Fine... my name is Henry.

[The girl smiled up at him with bright eyes and took his hand.]

Casper: My name is Oksana, but most just call me Casper.

Henry McKaye: Casper?

Casper: Yes, because I'm as pale and friendly like the ghost. Now, come, we're only a few blocks from my home. Kroenen won't send anyone for you there.

[With that, Casper led Henry through the streets of the Reeperbahn until they approached a small brown apartment building where he'd spend the night. Henry took the small couch she had in the small studio apartment while she slept in her bed. If he wasn't so pissed off, he probably would've been nicer to the girl and possibly not came to the conclusion that she was a prostitute... but he had had a rough day. He'd properly thank the girl tomorrow for her help and be on his way. After all, he had no time to waste now that Johann Kroenen would be coming at him full steam... but now, it was time to sleep.]

[BK London]

Segment: No Walking Away

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

What do you do when four other men hackle and taunt you with verbal and physical abuse? Do you be the bigger man and walk away? Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me? Not Scott Andrews. His view on the topic is about getting revenge; creating justice out of injustice.

Wanting to know what’s going on in his head, Charlotte is in search of the Scarlet Assassin to get an interview with him. She walks towards the parking lot and sees his car pull up in the background.

Charlotte: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve spotted Scott Andrews’ car just pull up in the parking lot. Let’s go and see if we can get an interview.

His car door opens and he steps out to receive a round of cheers from the crowd. Charlotte approaches Scott and as he takes his sunglasses off to look her in the eye he smiles.

Scott: Miss. Charlotte King, what a pleasant surprise...what can I do for you today?

Charlotte: Care for an interview?

Scott looks down at his watch.

Scott: I guess I can spar the time.

Charlotte: Great! First question; what are your thoughts on the Brothers Grimm and Joseph Chambers and their intervention in your ACW career?

Scott: To be honest, I don’t know why they even bothered. Chambers should just give it a rest; he’s old and senile and has no business here. Hack and Slash look like they belong on the ACW roster, but neither of them seem like they’d pass a fifth grade spelling test. Y’see, Scott Andrews is all about fairness and getting what you deserve, and those lowlife scum deserve nothing but a good beating and that’s exactly what they’re going to get tonight!

Charlotte: And what having D-Train as tag team partners tonight?

Scott: Being a tag team wrestler in the past I know what makes a good team, and trust me, I was searching the locker room for quite some time before stumbling across these diamonds in the rough. They’re a great team and I’m happy to have them on my side against Zero and Chambers goons tonight.

Charlotte: Speaking of Zero, what are your views on him and his approach to you this month?

Scott: Zero has been jealous of me ever since I eliminated him at Seven Deadly Sins. It’s pathetic. He lost and now he’s out to get me and prove it was a “fluke”. Zero, you need to look deep down inside yourself and realise that Scott Andrews beat you fair and square in that match. You fell victim to the Scarlet Assassin and it ain’t no-one’s fault but your own. And tonight, the exact same result will follow at the end of our match where I pin you for the one, two, three and put a final nail in your coffin of ACW Championship hopes!

Scott ends the interview by walking out of frame as usual but Charlotte seems satisfied with that.

Will Scott put the three men out or will Chambers have some part in creating another hurdle for the Scarlet Assassin?

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment - A Moment of Your Time
Credit - Zero

As the scene begins to open up, we find ourselves right in the heart of the backstage area in the ACW arena with Jay Zero already geared up in his ring attire. The golden tassels sparkle in the light and flap in the wind as he walks down the hallway, most likely on his way somewhere. Just then, Kevin "The Internet" Anderson is on the scene with an ACW logo'd microphone, all ready for an interrogation!

Kevin Anderson :: Hey Jay! What's going on?!

Hearing the not-so-pleasant voice of Kevin Anderson, Zero closes his eyes and puckers his lips together, briefly sighing before stopping and turning towards him.

Zero :: ..Ugh...Not much Kevin. On my way to see Chairman Russo.

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Kevin Anderson :: Cool!

Kevin nods his head with an innocent smile on his face -- and Jay stands there with his mouth open, eyebrow raised, and attitude clearly showing.

Zero :: ....So..

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Kevin doesn't say anything. Well, not quick enough for Jay at least.

Zero :: Kevin. KEVIN! What the hell do you want?

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What the? Kevin's a little spacey tonight. Zoning in and out.

Kevin Anderson :: Oh! Sorry! Sorry! Yeah, I was --um, I had some questions for you!

Zero :: Well hurry up.

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Kevin Anderson :: Okay, cool! So -- first off, I don't think we've really addressed this at all, so uh ... what's up with the whole "love me" deal? I mean, you never gave a shit what people thought about you. You just went out and did what you do, and you did it with a grin on your face the whole time! I mean hell, you're not even pushing me around anymore! What gives?

Jay Zero rolls his eyes.

Zero :: So what? Do you want me to push you around?! Kevin, sure that may be what I've done in the past, but look! It was time for a change! Why the hell do you think I cut my hair? Cause it was getting too hot in the Summer? No! I cut it, because if Jay Zero was going to start doing good and start fresh, he might as well do it with a new look! And how did people respond? HUH?! You of all people should know! You were the first to really come face to face with me! So Kevin! When you first saw me -- what did you do?!

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Kevin Anderson :: Um...I-- I ran?

Zero :: You RAN from me!

You thought that I had gone crazy! YOU THOUGHT THAT I HAD GONE MAAAD! Well just LOOK at me Kevin! I'm fine! I'm completely FINE!

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Kevin Anderson :: Well that's not what a bunch of other people think.

Within a sudden motion, Jay swings his head to glare into Kevins eyes.

Zero :: So what? Are people saying I AM crazy? Are YOU saying I'm crazy Kevin?! Just because I want to be LOVED?!

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Kevin Anderson :: Well it's not that! It's -- just your style of trying to win the love...

Zero looks at him, somewhat confused.

Kevin Anderson :: Like...what am I trying to say here. Umm. Yeah. You don't do the most --"nice" things! If the fans like someone, you go out and try to take their head off! If the fans approve of what you're doing, you'll pretty much start doing the exact opposite! This is kind of a lost cause for you Jay! I mean -- you want to be loved, but you're going all the wrong ways of approaching it!

Zero just keeps staring. He steps back and licks his lips, folding his arms together as he listens to Kevin.

Kevin Anderson :: For example! Your um, your open challenge against Gary! Gary's a fan favorite, and you go out there, and you just tear him apart! They won't like that! And the other day when BK London was defending against Mr. Red! You had the perfect opportunity to help join the cause and fight OCW by taking out their World Champion -- but right when the people started to cheer for you, you went and finished Mr. Red off instead! And picking a fight with Scott Andrews? That's even asking for more hate! The choices you make are not the smartest ones Jay! Do you get what I'm trying to say here?

Zero stands completely still. Kevin looks at him with wary eyes and starts looking around. He's got shifty eyes. After about ten seconds of awkwardness for Kevin, Jay finally lets out a short chuckle. Hah.

Zero :: Kevin....Anderson. Kevin - FUCKING - Anderson!

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Oh shit...

Zero :: Kevin, I hear what you're saying! I really do! You know what I hear? I hear bullshit coming from your mouth! I hear ABSOLUTE, COMPLETE, BULL-SHIT!

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Kevin Anderson :: ...Well then, that's fair I gue--

Zero :: SHUT UP! I'm NOT done! Kevin, who are you? Hm? A backstage interviewer? "The Internet?" Seriously, answer this for me -- WHO ARE YOU?! Because the LAST time I checked, you were a worthless, incompetent, SORRY excuse for a journalist that knew exactly NOTHING of the industry he works in! So KEVVY BOY! Next time you feel like giving ME!, career advice! How about first you push back that Jew-fro, clear your eyes, and take a good long look in the mirror at yourself and wonder "Why the hell am I working as a backstage interviewer for a Wrestling company?!" And after you've thought of that LONG and HARD Kevin, I want you to finally ask YOURSELF -- "WHO! AM I?!"

And I'll tell you right now who you aren't Kevin....

...You aren't Jay Zero... So shut your goddamn MOUTH!

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Zero snarls his upper lip, showing his teeth before spinning around and walking off down the hallway. As he's exiting the scene we can see him shake his head. That seemed to be a close call for Kevin Anderson -- and maybe it wasn't such a smart move trying to "help" Jay out like that. But no matter what just happened here, what will happen later on will remain the same. No matter what -- Jay Zero and Scott Andrews are going to clash tonight. But first, we can only wonder what Zero is going to see Chairman Russo about....

The scene fades out.

[BK London]

Match 2: Jake Steele vs. Danny Mainer (Credit: Danny Mainer)

Mainer leaves a note:

Went drinkin'

[BK London]

Segment: The rematch has been made (Credit: BK London)

As we come back after that brief match, BK London is absolutely pissed over the events that have happened earlier in the evening. He storms in Chairman Russo's office, the OCW HQ, and heads straight to Russo himself.

Chairman Russo: BK, what happened? - what are you doing here?

BK London: Did you see what happened out there? DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED OUT THERE?!!

Chairman Russo: No, no, I assumed you took the night off as I suggested, what happened?

BK London: That...that...That damn Senator made a fool out of me!That's it Russo, I've had it. I've had it with the back handed attacks, I've had it with him questioning my eligibility as a champion - I want in him a match.

Chairman Russo: No! BK! Don't you see what he's doing? That's exactly what he wants you to do. You're falling into his trap.

BK London: - I don't care! I want that son of a bitch in a match, I don't care if the ACW Championship is on the line - I want to rip him apart limb from limb.

Chairman Russo: You really want this match?

BK London: I really want this match. I really do...

Chairman Russo: Fine, at Heatwave you will face The Senator with the championship on the line - but you better not lose. We have the ultimate stranglehold on ACW, and I won't compromise it because of your little spat with Senator.

BK London: ..little spat?! He attempted to piledrive me into a toilet! Its far from a little spat now, it's absolutely personal. I want to drive him completely out of ACW. This is my house, and he has yet to realize that, so I'm going to snap his ankle in half. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get a new pair of sneakers...

Chairman Russo: For what?

BK London: Because my foot fell into the toilet...

Chairman Russo: Oh..Maybe you should just leave the building altogether.

BK London: ...yeah, whatever....see you on Monday.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: Taking Care of business (Credit: Upper Echelon)

As we come back from a commercial break a calm is heard in the arena from the fans in attendance with the odd cheers and odd fog horn sounds from the fans trying to attract the camera man to look in their direction. When suddenly the familiar sound of the music that belongs to the Upper Echelon kicks in through the P.A system and the fans begin to give a mix reaction to the guys as the 6 of them appear on the stage. Jonny and Gooey signal for their publicist Samantha to go on ahead and she does along with Brian Bravado. Wayde walks behind everyone with Diamond and his title now wearing his "Dew the NUE" shirt. As they make their way up down the ramp way they taunt fans that are ringside and then climb up the stairs and the respective managers/publicists sit on the middle rope to allow their clients to get in. Then the guys sit on the middle rope to allow the managers to get into the ring. Once everybody is in the ring Wayde gets a mic and begins to talk.

Wayde: Ladies and Gentlemen, YOUR new Entertainment Champion....

He cocks his head back and puts mic real close to his mouth

Wayde: MMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR X RAAAAAATED!

Crowd has mixed reaction, not as strong for him as they were when he first one the title a few hours ago.

Wayde:You see what all you guys witnessed today wast the pure greatness of New Upper Echelon! I went in as an underdog, lets be honest how many people thought I would win? No need to speculate we have the polls from ACW.com with everyones predictions on who would win tonight. Alpha Apes, please put on the Alphatron, the percentage of people that picked me to win.....

The Alphatron shows Wayde's name and then

0 %

Wayde: Thats right....NO ONE thought I had a chance, but here I stand, with the Entertainment Title!

He raises it above his head

Wayde: And how did I do it? By playing it smart! Not only did I stay out of the ring or on the mat for half of the match but I won it with a move no one saw coming....The Rockabye Lullabye! Its been in my arsenal but that was the first time I used the move. So all the planning, the film watching, the hard work done by the EX champion, Mr. Red, went out the window. And when I locked it in, you should've seen his face, he knew it was over! But don't worry Red, you will get another shot at the title, and so will you AC. And So will anyone who wants it. Hell when Fallout opens up again I might go defend it against one of those jokers. Because I am the best of the best. And I will not let this belt go easy, so get ready because the Greatest Entertainment Championship run of ALL time, begins........NOW!

After saying his piece he hands the mic off to Jonny Spade and he begins to talk.

Jonny: And while that’s all fine and dandy Wayde, Gooey and I got ourselves a BIG tag team match at Heatwave to bring our own gold to the team; and make no mistake about it WhiteSnake, Jake and Co. you guys are in our element for this match. This is where experience comes in to play for these matches. And it just so happens that Gooey and I put together has beaten these members of the tag match. So this Saturday, it’s gonna be like a flashback for all the fans here. A--

Gooey takes the mic out of Jonny’s hands and Jonny looks a little pissed but Gooey puts a hand up to his chest.

Gooey: Hold up Jon, just before you finish that thought of yours, I just wanted to say that later on in the night, the newest member of the stable, the man in black as he’s been referred to a few times in recent weeks by the fans around the word, will be revealed to the world. So stay tuned because it will be a spectacle to see.

Just as Gooey finishes talking the stable’s music kicks in once more and then the three men pose for fans. He drops the mic onto the mat and then everybody begins to make their exit to the back as the scene ends.