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    Chapter Seven: New Born, New Year

    ACW: NEW BORN, NEW YEAR


    Vs.

    BEST OF THREE FALLS

    Vs.

    #1 CONTENDER:

    Vs. Vs.

    TECHNICALLY A STAR MAKER:


    THE RECAP:
    AJ Winters defeated Chris Kenway as his backstory unfolds with the deceitful Max Wolfe. His prior meeting with Lucille puts a shadow over the Compound as to whether she'll be by Branson's side for his second defense. Darius Luten makes his next match against Kizzie Parks who has been trying to gain herself a start to get out of what appears to be an uncomfortable home environment. Penelope is mixed in, as she recently received a full, anonymous donation from Kenway. Kenway himself finally gets his title contender match against Nick to decide who gets the shot.
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    LOCATION: BACKSTAGE | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino features an Aladdin like character dressed in the prince robes. The doors blue glass and grand in size. The building large in size featuring five floors. A hotel above the casino which houses a number of games and the office and staff area located on a basement level. Lastly an open room which is typically rented out for expos and wedding parties. Owned by Miguel Lorenzo Garcia and opened in 2005 in London. It has a strict policy of banning card counters for life and has been robbed on one occasion, the robbers were apprehended an hour later. Security since the robbery in 2011 has been tightened and overseen by Dante Walker.

    The camera opens to the patrons of the Bonita Baba Casino. People inside gambling away, the sounds of slot machines scrolling, levers pulling. A quick fade to the bar as the camera tracks a bottle of vodka pouring a line of shots for some wrestling fans before the show. At the doors, stepping in from street is Emily, wearing the staff dress and Kenway behind her

    CHRIS KENWAY: After you.

    The camera cuts to the side as Chris and Emily step into the building. A cut to Chris' point of view as he glances over Emily's form until he sees the picture of Nick.

    A cut to a new frame with a faint orange tone. Chris Kenway appears to be standing as he was, but in Somalia. An explosion bursts to turn the camera into a bright white shot that slowly fades back. Chris Kenway down on the ground and the audio filled with a high-pitched ring. Chris Kenway can be seen grabbing a gun on the floor but a black combat boot stands on his hand. The camera cuts to his point of view again as he looks up at the blue jeans and the white tank top of the man pointing a revolver at his face. The man lifts his aviator shades to reveal Nick.

    NICK: Bye, Bitch!

    Nick laughs as the camera cuts to a close up of the trigger being pulled and a quick cut to Kenway's eyes; strained and wide open. The camera goes white as the gunshot is heard.

    The camera cuts back to the casino, without the orange tint to see Chris staring at the picture and Emily turn around to take his hand.


    EMILY:
    Chris, it's not real, baby.

    As Kenway slowly gets his composure back, he's touched on the shoulder. The camera pulls out to reveal the Lad in Charge, Arlen Kavanagh.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Alright, mate?

    CHRIS KENWAY: Yeah. Just taking a good look at the Brooklyn beater. After tonight, you probably won't recognize him looking at that.

    A quick cut to Emily smirking and then back to a front shot of Kenway and Arlen; Kenway pointing at the poster ahead of them.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Unfortunately, mate. I've got some bad news and some good news about tonight.

    Kenway swallows hard and then sighs exasperated.

    CHRIS KENWAY: What did the protesters do this time?

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: No, the bad news tonight is Nick…he hasn't shown up. BUT the good news, is you've got yourself an Ace Championship match.

    Arlen knocks back his drink and cuts Kenway off.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: And because you've been stellar with the substitutes, I thought I'd let you pick which chapter you want that fight. Cool?

    CHRIS KENWAY: So I scared off the pussy and a title shot? You give that one the night off, and we're cool.

    Kenway pulls out his wallet and rapidly sifts through a number of twenties.

    CHRIS KENWAY: This should cover her wages and compensate the staff by being down one.

    A cut to Kenway putting the cash in Arlen's hand.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: It isn't my casino, you kinda need to drop this off to Miggy.

    CHRIS KENWAY: I'm sure you can give it to him.

    Arlen takes a moment to think and nods.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Go on, love. Have a good'un.

    The camera cuts to Emily. She removes her apron she'd tied on and runs over to Kenway. The pair holding hands as they walk out of the arena. Arlen looks over the cash in his hand and shrugs.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: He won't miss it.

    As he stuffs it in his back pocket and the camera cuts behind him to see Kavanagh walk to the staff door to the backstage area.

    WRITER: Tassler
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    LOCATION: TORONTO ONTARIO CANADA | AJ WINTER'S APARTMENT

    Date: March 14th, 2016


    The camera shows AJ Winters, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and jeans as he's inside a very small studio apartment with a redhead with a pant suit on. AJ looks around the small apartment, which has a small kitchen with a folding table and two folding chairs, a bathroom and on the other side of the apartment, a twin size mattress underneath a big window looking to the streets of Toronto.

    SHANNA: So, this is pretty much it. You've got your basic kitchen and bathroom. It's not much but there's enough space for you to make it your own. If you need anything, you have my number so feel free to give me a call.

    Shanna hands AJ the key and he looks at it in his hand.

    AJ WINTERS: Thank you.

    Shanna nods and walks out the front door, leaving AJ to close it behind him and he locks it before looking around the almost completely empty apartment. He grabs two suitcases and drags them closer to the bed before walking over to the window, looking down at the streets below. The sounds of car horns and construction can be heard below the otherwise silent apartment. The silence is broken by knocking however, breaking AJ from his daze as he walks towards the door and opens it, surprised at who he sees in front of him; Max Wolfe. Max pushes his way past AJ, flanked by two big Alpha Psi Omega members. Max stands in the clearing of the apartment, giving himself a tour as AJ watches cautiously

    MAX WOLFE: Wow, really nice place you have here.

    Max chuckles as he walks over and takes a seat in one of the metal chairs, the two Alpha Psi Omega members standing behind them with their arms folded. AJ stares at them before redirecting his stare at Max.

    AJ WINTERS: What the fuck do you want Max? Ruining my life wasn't enough, you came to gloat as well?

    Max chuckles once again and shakes his head.

    MAX WOLFE: No, no. Quite the opposite really. I feel bad, AJ, I really do. You were nothing special when you came to that first try out in 2012, a social outcast, an average ballplayer. But I saw something special in you. Something no one else saw. That's why I took you under my wing and turned you into the best baseball prospect on the globe. The big man on campus. The man every guy wanted to be and every girl wanted inside them. You were my protege, AJ. So I feel bad about the way that these things have gone down. So I want to do something for you.

    AJ WINTERS: [FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR="#f9ab72"]What could you possibly do for me, Max?

    AJ is skeptical as his eyes dart between Max and the other two men. Max shakes his head with a smirk as he's handed a briefcase from one of the guys behind him. He opens it and it's full of papers, but he grabs a checkbook from inside and opens it, licking the tip of the pen as he starts writing on the check before ripping it off and handing it to AJ. AJ's eyes widen for a moment at the figure on the check but his expression quickly turns to anger.

    MAX WOLFE: From that expression on your face, I can see you want to play ball. I want to help you, AJ. This isn't the life for you, AJ. Just let me help you.

    He looks around at the apartment.

    AJ WINTERS: It's your fucking fault that I'm here in the first place, Max!

    MAX WOLFE: I know, and I'm sorry. But I'm trying to make amends.

    AJ WINTERS: Make amends? How about you tell my parents that I did nothing wrong?

    Max shakes his head.

    MAX WOLFE: That'll come later. But this is a good start. Take a seat AJ.

    AJ WINTERS: I'll stand.

    AJ looks down at the check and then back at Max, suspiciously.

    AJ WINTERS: Say I do accept this, what's the catch?

    Max smirks as he pulls some papers out from the briefcase, slapping them down on the table in front of

    MAX WOLFE: You always were a smart one, AJ. If you accept that check, you'll have to sign this non-disclosure agreement so you can't tell anyone about what's happened between us. Everything with the injury, my betting on our game, the dean, everything.

    AJ looks at Max in disbelief as he goes to rip the check in half but Max motions for him to stop.

    MAX WOLFE: AJ, think about this long and hard. You know already that I'm a very, very, very bad enemy to have. I can and I will make it worse. You think your life is ruined now? Just wait.

    AJ's expression changes as he looks down at the check and back at Max. Without hesitation he rips the check in half, balling the pieces up and tossing them at Max.

    AJ WINTERS: Up yours, Max.

    Max smirks and shakes his head as he puts the papers back in his briefcase, zipping it up as he stands up from the chair and walks over to AJ, very close, but he doesn't back down. Max whispers under his breath and walks past AJ.

    MAX WOLFE: Awful mistake, AJ. Awful mistake.

    AJ turns to watch Max walk out the front door and is grabbed from behind by one of the Alpha Psi Omega brothers. He holds up AJ as the other hits him with several hard knee strikes to the small of his back, which makes AJ yelp in pain as he drops to his knees the floor. The other gives AJ a soccer ball kick to the gut for good measure, which flops AJ onto his back as he holds his stomach. He watches as the two follow Max out the door, closing it behind them as AJ reels on the ground in pain. He slowly gets up, holding his back and using the table for support before sitting in the chair, exhaling deeply and using some deep breaths to try and soften the blows. AJ looks at the door as the flashback comes to an end.

    WRITER: Zach | EDITER: OrigRosebud
    CANON SEGMENT: This segment is filmed as off-camera and thus your character will have no knowledge of what happened here unless they were involved.


    LOCATION: BACKSTAGE | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino features an Aladdin like character dressed in the prince robes. The doors blue glass and grand in size. The building large in size featuring five floors. A hotel above the casino which houses a number of games and the office and staff area located on a basement level. Lastly an open room which is typically rented out for expos and wedding parties. Owned by Miguel Lorenzo Garcia and opened in 2005 in London. It has a strict policy of banning card counters for life and has been robbed on one occasion, the robbers were apprehended an hour later. Security since the robbery in 2011 has been tightened and overseen by Dante Walker.

    The camera cuts to Maya Price alongside Darius Luten as they walk in the backstage area. Following their walk on a track as it moves back. Darius holding his Luten Ace Championship belt over his shoulder while wearing a dashing two-piece suit with Maya in a professional attire to match.

    MAYA PRICE: Now Susan Morris has requested this meeting on behalf of Miguel. I believe she's currently working with him now.

    DARIUS LUTEN: And you're certain this pertains to me being their interest in me being the ACE Champion?

    MAYA PRICE: Of course. She explicitly told me while I was holding your calls that she believes you're their idea of what a champion should be.

    DARIUS LUTEN:
    "They"?


    MAYA PRICE: Her and Miguel.

    The camera cuts then inside a small office where Susan is grinding her finger nails into the perfect shape; Darius and Maya walk in ahead of her through the door.

    SUSAN MORRIS: Ah, Darius, welcome. Just you though. You're…'[i]ass[i/]istant will have to wait outside.

    A cut to Maya who frowns at Susan's comment before a cut to film all three in frame; Susan from the back, Darius and Maya from the front.

    DARIUS LUTEN:
    Take a walk, Maya.


    Maya nods to Luten and backs out of the room, closing the door silently behind her. She slowly begins to walk away.

    WRITER: Booker Tweak
    CANON SEGMENT: This segment is filmed as off-camera and thus your character will have no knowledge of what happened here unless they were involved.


    LOCATION: COMPOUND | INTERIOR
    The land and building bought by Branson Younger upon winning the Jackpot tournament that acts as a home and base of operations for the compound under his rule.

    Thunder cracks loudly, bringing this entire environment into view. An old house’s interior walls. Paintings, that seem to have no sensible cognitive meaning hang upon the walls of a short hall, under shadows, made by a low burning oil lamp, seated on a small table in one corner of the hall. Feet stomp the floor, which sounds thin beneath their heavy might. The shadowy silhouette of the large Branson Younger cannot be mistaken as it comes into view in the hallway. His leather strapped wrist leads to a set of large fingers which lay against the dilapidated wall just beneath the paintings. Branson slides his hand down the wall as he guides his feet across the short hallway. With his hand just over the lap, he comes to a halt. Younger approaches the end of the hallway slowly, cautiously, making nearly no sound. There, in a light of a flash of lightning in an opened window, he examines the contents of the room’s interior. There, in completely darkness, save for the strikes of lightning outside of the structure. There, he sees Lucille, her face unpainted, sitting upon a stool in front of a dresser, with a larger Victorian-style mirror. Her bare feet sit on the stool’s leg’s bracing bar, her eyes fixated on her reflection. Lucille’s finger tips run along her face as she inspects her own, as Branson may call it, “earthly appearance”. The Compound’s messiah’s head hangs low, he nods disagreeably, bringing the door to a shut.

    Lucille, startled, jumps to, her head swinging to the door, seeing only that it’s shut. As if her mindfulness of the environment around her is once again whisked away, with only her inner thoughts taking precedence once again, her hand finds a bent, stained photograph, crudely taped onto the mirror. In it is Branson Younger, a much younger man, wearing a plaid shirt, before the dreadlocks synonymous with his homeland draped his head. His arms around Lucille and Clarice. Behind him, standing on some sort of platform, is Allyson Wild, her arms draped across Younger’s shoulders. It’s a time of the Compound, from long before the larger portion’s excursion to England. Lucille thumbs at Clarice’s picture. Her finger nail scratching hard enough that some of the color of the photograph begins to give way.

    Branson stomps down the stairs from the room. At the foot of the stairs, a muscular man, arms bulging with a vascular intensity, in which would rival’s Branson’s physique easily, places a combat boot on the bottom step. His face sits hidden, under a grotesque mask of various animals, contrasting shades of fur protruding from various points where the hides of many creatures have been sewn together, to create a frightening sight. Only his large beard shows from beneath, hanging below the makeshift mask. Branson gives the tall figure a quick nod. Branson braces the man’s head with head, slightly bending his body in tow to being them face to face.

    BRANSON YOUNGER:
    The swine are attemptin’ to create dissention between us. I want her watched, ‘round the clock. Do you understand?


    The towering structure of a man nods beneath the mask. And without a word, as Branson passes him, he scurries up the stairs, to take his position outside of the room, no doubt. Younger continues his stride into the foyer, where a fire place doesn’t burn, and the mantle sits endowed with various photographs of Younger and his Compound’s inhabitants, most notably, the formerly homeless who have become a part of his extending family, since finding a new home in this country. In the center sits the ACW Ace Championship, the prize of ACW. Branson takes a seat in a large, red armchair, the exterior texture torn away in various place. He eyeballs the area around him and some shuffling is heard in the room. He leans over the arm of the chair, spitting into a brass spittoon that sits in the floor below.

    WRITER: Branson Younger | EDITOR: OrigRosebud
    CANON SEGMENT: This segment is filmed as off-camera and thus your character will have no knowledge of what happened here unless they were involved.


    LOCATION: KIZZIE PARKS' HOME
    The land and building bought by Branson Younger upon winning the Jackpot tournament that acts as a home and base of operations for the compound under his rule.

    The camera shows an establishing shot of the household before it cuts inside. Kizzie Parks closes the front door as the camera then cuts into the living room where her step-mother sits with a gentleman with a bushy mustache, balding head.

    STEP-MOTHER: Kizzie. I would like to introduce you to Mr. Mann

    A quick cut to Kizzie grinning before it cuts to a close up of Mr. Mann as he adjusts his spectacles.

    MR. MANN: Mildrew Mann, the fourth.

    He stands up as the camera pulls out and pulls focus to the hand he extends. A close up of the pair shaking hands. Mildrew's hand visibly the same size as Kizzie's. She sits down in the arm chair.

    STEP-MOTHER: This gentlemen is.

    MILDREW MANN: I'm sort of a PI in Pro Wrestlers. Think of me as the Jessica Jones if you have been binging that.

    KIZZIE PARKS: So a stalker?

    The camera then cuts to Kizzie, leaning back in her seat. It then cuts to Mildrew really using his hands to tell the story as he talks.

    MILDREW MANN: The furthest thing from it, my dear. You see, I have an interest in your wholesome work place. And unfortunately I haven't been able to secure a ticket with a backstage pass to these events.

    He then clutches the front of the couch as he sits back down.

    MILDREW MANN: But, as I've been able to gather, compadres of Kenway get to go backstage. I wish to go backstage and meet a Mr. AJ Winters.

    The camera cuts to Kizzie sitting in her arm chair. She turns her hands to open her palms, furrowing her brow and leans further back in her chair.

    KIZZIE PARKS: You didn't see him at WrestleConExpoPalooza?

    The camera lastly captures her dumbfounded look before it cuts to Mildrew's wrinkling of his nose and grin. His finger flings to the air.

    MILDREW MANN: Alas, Mr. Winters was not in attendance then. I fear his whole regime of focus does prevent his fans, the AJ Flakes as we call ourselves, to miss out on those rare experiences.

    The camera cuts back to Kizzie, disinterested.

    KIZZIE PARKS: I guess your straight out of luck.

    The camera then cuts back to the couch with both Mildrew and her step-mother in frame. She taps his arm and turns to face him. Mildrew does the same, glancing at the point of contact first.

    STEP-MOTHER: I apologise about her. Kizzie will give you a free backstage pass to the Chapter Seven show. I could even escort you to the event, Mr. Mann.

    Mildrew's jaw drops before he covers his mouth with both hands. The camera cuts to Kizzie as she scowls towards her step-mother. The camera cuts back as her step-mother glances momentarily towards Kizzie; then returning to Mildrew.

    MILDREW MANN: That would be fifty shades of incredible. A drink we must have to bless this gift.

    The step-mother stands up; heading to the kitchen with a little glimmer of a smirk. The camera then cuts to a far shot. Kizzie Parks on the left and Mildrew on the right. He taps his knees in a drumming rhythm before breaking the silence.

    MILDREW MANN: I must say, how splendid it could be to see you facing AJ Winters for the title in the near future. That is assuming he can handle the erratic nature of Nicholas.

    KIZZIE PARKS: You what, mate?

    Mildrew chuckles in amusement of her manner of speaking.

    MILDREW MANN: That delightful British way of speaking. I expect you to be winning this triple threat match of yours. As an AJ Flake, the number one AJ Flake I might add, I'm required to keep an eye on all future opponents. Allow me to show you my scrapbook.

    From the side of the couch, in a rucksack, Mildrew withdraws his thick scrapbook. The camera pans above Mildrew to see the front cover. AJ Winters on the cover, his name in ice blue and some faded in-ring pictures in the back. Mildrew opens the book as the pages are filled with photos of AJ's in-ring work. The book also includes shirt designs and then a fantasy page of a deviantart photo of fan art; depicting AJ and Penelope's wedding. The camera shows Kizzie beginning to cringing before cutting back to Mildrew.

    MILDREW MANN: AJ Winters I predict will win this match tonight, he has to. Once he does, he'll fight Nicholas and of course, crazy doesn't beat AJ Winters. I expect you will give AJ Winters a good, honest fight what with your ability to just soar into an opponent like an absolute car wreck. Or that can do attitude you have when the going gets tough. It will serve you well, Miss Parks, in the triple threat, in the eventual match against AJ but.

    Mildrew pauses as he frowns and closing his eyes for effect.

    MILDREW MANN: You will not beat him.

    The camera then cuts to Kizzie, pulling herself forward to the edge of her arm chair.

    KIZZIE PARKS: AJ Winters, let me tell you the difference between me and him. I don't lose my first triple threat in ACW, he did. I'll win mine because Darius and Penelope have both been closer to that title than I have. They're desensitized to the title hunt compared to me. And I will show you and every pig-headed guy who bets against me, that I will work harder than anyone will on that night.

    Kizzie stands up and compares Mildrew.

    KIZZIE PARKS: You'd be Darius Luten, if you had hair and you pulled your nose out of AJ's rectum and snuffed your own. Forget the backstage pass.

    Kizzie walks out of the living room. The camera cuts to the shot in the hallway as Kizzie opens the door and shuts it behind her.
    WRITER: Hpanda | EDITOR: Booker Tweak
    CANON SEGMENT: This segment is filmed as off-camera and thus your character will have no knowledge of what happened here unless they were involved.


    LOCATION: OHAMA NEBRASKA | WOODS HOUSEHOLD
    The home of Wes Futhhais, Lila Harken and her father Steve Harken in Bardstown, Kentucky. The garage has been converted into a man cave.

    The camera opens to Penelope's bedroom where she sits at her computer desk.

    PENELOPE WOODS: Okey dokey, now let me just check the balance before bed in case anyone else donated.

    The camera pans down as her delicate hand moves a pink mouse. A cut to the screen as she navigates to her bookmark. She clicks it and the screen turns black. Penelope's reflection on the screen frowns and two clicks of the mouse are heard. The camera cuts to Penelope dipping her head as she attempts to locate her on switch for her monitor. The screen turns does nothing as she clicks the button. She clicks it again and just a small window of text.

    You're looking for your money, aren't you?

    Penelope slowly drags her mouse over the yes button and clicks it.

    I thought so, why didn't you just say yes. Your room is incredibly pretty. I like your oversized penguin.

    The camera cuts to Penelope as she turns her head and sees her giant penguin plush toy behind her against the wall.

    PENELOPE WOODS: You can hear me?

    Of course I can. But can we skip this small talk? I can see you, I can hear you but most importantly, I know you. And I have all your money.

    Another window pops up with Penelope's donation website showing a grand total of $0.00 which causes her to visibly gasp.

    PENELOPE WOODS: You stole my money!

    Way to state the obvious…
    Do I have your attention? I'm sure you want the money back.

    Penelope's eyes slightly narrow as she nods.

    I will give you your money back. After a series of tasks I ask you to do, you'll have every penny I took, maybe more if you do well. But if you tell anyone, absolutely anyone, including the police, you'll lose every penny. I will disappear.

    PENELOPE WOODS: I don't want that! Please don't disappear!

    I won't, provided you complete my first task. Are you ready?

    Penelope nods with a worried look. She begins to scratch her wrist as a rash begins to form.

    You're booked on the ACW Show, for a triple threat match, aren't you?

    PENELOPE WOODS: I am, I fight, like, Darius Luten and Kizzie Jones.

    No. You don't.

    PENELOPE WOODS: Those are my opponents.

    No. They're not. You won't attend the show.

    Penelope gasps and eyes pop open. Her smile is far gone into a worried frown.

    PENELOPE WOODS: I can't miss the show, they need me.

    And you need this money, or maybe you don't…

    PENELOPE WOODS: I do! I do! I want to keep the money please-

    Then you WILL miss your match. I'm sure you can find something to do. If you go, I go too. Understood?

    PENELOPE WOODS (WEAKLY): ……Yes.

    Good. I'll be in touch with you AFTER the show to pay you. Just a reminder, this is between us. Tell and you'll never find me and never have your money. Understood?

    The camera shows Penelope nod before a close up on her wrist which has grown red raw from her scratching.
    WRITER: Booker Tweak
    CANON SEGMENT: This segment is filmed as off-camera and thus your character will have no knowledge of what happened here unless they were involved.
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    LOCATION: RING | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino wrestling features black ring ropes encompassing the ring size 18' by 18'. The fans seated around the ring are separated by a small space. There exists no ring steps for the ring and the turnbuckles are made of a full pads with ACW written on each pad. The guard rails around the ring are chained together by security and ring crew.

    P R E - M A T C H



    #Cool Kids by Echosmith#

    Kizzie steps out of the curtain with a smile and takes a small moment to push her fist into her hand like a honored student in martial arts. She hops into a small sprint towards the ring but stops to see the crowd member with a Kizzie Parks fanmade shirt to let it get a little camera time. She slides under the ring with ease and headstands up like it is nothing.

    #Perfect Day by the Constellations#

    Luten slowly walks out of the curtain with his title on his left shoulder aside Maya Price. She removes his sunglasses and then puts on some lightweight grappling gloves on him before they head down to the ring. The pair receive little comments from fans about his title but having no real affect to his concentration. As they get to the ring, Luten steps up the ring ropes and between the ropes as he holds up the title to the two people in the ring; Kizzie and Arlen.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for the one fall. To my left...From Stratford!. The Blonde Kim Possible, please welcome....Kizzie Parks!

    The crowd are encouraging to the blonde as she leans on the corner with a confident shrug and a delighted nod to the "Blonde KP" chants made by the crowd.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: And her opponent. From Reseda, California. He's asked me to address him as the Technical Ace Champion. Yeah, Darius Luten!

    Luten holds up the title to Arlen and walks towards him. Arlen looks to the side, exasperated already as Luten then presents the title to all sides of the ring to a few jeers.

    R I N G - B E L L

    The match up starts as most matches do; Darius and Kizzie circling the ring and looking to gain the upperhand through technical combat. Kizzie Parks and Darius go through a small exchange of arm drags where the crowd get to cheer Kizzie and jeer Darius. Eventually Luten's sharp reflexes wombo combos an ear clap into a discus back elbow for a quick fall.

    Eventually Luten gets himself into a situation where he snaps at Kizzie's wrist. The second snap of the wrist is less effective; Kizzie's low lariat to the legs sweeps Luten off his feet and she's got no remorse about headbutting Luten. This headbutt proves to be more effective and makes Luten take a breather outside and re-access how to handle this girl.

    The outside dive catches...MAYA not Luten as Kizzie throws caution to the wind. Luten's assistant takes an unholy bump from a full torpedo suicide dive. Darius takes this match by storm with a forward Russian legsweep into the steps in retaliation. The kickout isn't surprising with how long Luten takes to get Kizzie back in the ring but it may have been a mistake to continue the match. Luten's bullseye in this match is her head and tries to facially reconstruct Kizzie with a facebuster, then a variety of times he slams her head into the turnbuckle. A snake eyes sets him up for the Domin-oh kick but Kizzie Parks is fully able to catch it and turn Luten into an STF...but she goes for the crossface. Luten is absolutely distraught as he tries to get to the ring ropes but each time Kizzie kicks off them and rolls the pair back to the ring. It does look like Luten's newfound win streak is over when Maya Price pushes the ropes close enough for Luten to grab before Kizzie can kick off them.

    Kizzie Parks leans through the ropes to grab a handful of Maya's hair which allows Luten a rare triangle dropkick off the adjacient ropes to drop Kizzie in a contorted way within the ropes. Luten uses this to go for the finish and a Domin-oh kick when Kizzie avoids it completely and lands her finisher! The Girl Codebreaker on the back of the head and decisively gets the win...or did she? as Chezzah spots Luten's leg on the ropes in a mild roar of boos directed at Maya for putting it there. Kizzie has had enough and pulls the blonde into the ring. Maya scrambles backwards on her butt shaking her head. Kizzie delivers a dropkick to knock her out as Darius comes to.

    Darius takes advantage and goes for a back suplex turned into a wheelbarrow facebuster but gets a two. He tries a pull back knee lift into a back suplex reverse cutter for another near fall. The Champion curses to the crowd and gets in position for a piledriver to Kizzie only to see her surge, her titan moment as she lifts Luten up and Alabama Slams him down on the back of his neck. As Luten rises up, Kizzie takes note of his position and runs into the ring ropes with a handspring, bouncing off and leaps into a cutter on Darius.

    Kizzie gets the pinfall over Luten and the ring bell is sounded.

    P O S T - M A T C H



    Kizzie Parks grabs hold of the Luten title from ringside and holds it up to the camera, telling AJ Winters or Branson Younger that she's in the hunt before she hands the belt not to Luten, but Maya. The action clearly leaves a bad taste in Luten's mouth as Kizzie makes her leave from the ring.

    TIC TOC: Well that is an interesting message.

    TK: Luten's got them dead to me eyes though.



    WRITER: OrigRosebud
    LIVE MATCH: This match is filmed as on-camera and thus your character will have complete knowledge of what happened here.


    LOCATION: BACKSTAGE | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino features an Aladdin like character dressed in the prince robes. The doors blue glass and grand in size. The building large in size featuring five floors. A hotel above the casino which houses a number of games and the office and staff area located on a basement level. Lastly an open room which is typically rented out for expos and wedding parties. Owned by Miguel Lorenzo Garcia and opened in 2005 in London. It has a strict policy of banning card counters for life and has been robbed on one occasion, the robbers were apprehended an hour later. Security since the robbery in 2011 has been tightened and overseen by Dante Walker.

    The camera cuts to the backstage area. A faded shot of the backstage grill which hangs Keiran Finney's name hooked on. Keiran brushing his hair back and casually chuckling with a cameraman about the state his brother was in the other night on town. A cut to a very long, dark hair woman. A fresh face to ACW as she walks on set before the camera cuts to a live shot of the pair standing side by side.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: Ladies and gents, I've got the pleasure of conducting an interview with ACW's newest signing to the roster. You ready for this? It's Kenna Spring.

    The camera shows Keiran move the microphone over to Kenna. She shrugs off his question; appearing to answer her own in some essence.

    KENNA SPRING: All wrestlers have to do their PR to hype up their debuts. Here I am.

    The self-proclaimed second lad in charge forcibly nods and chuckles.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: Absolutely. You're not exactly a rookie to all this, are ya?

    She shakes her head with a dreary look at the camera. On a particular words she raises her eyebrows twice with a grinned smile.

    KENNA SPRING: No, I've got plenty of experiences under my skin of wrestling. I just took a little vacation to nurse some wounds and recharge my batteries.

    As she passes the microphone back to Keiran.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: And here you are, signed by Arlen himself?

    She gets the microphone passed back to her. Kenna gives the camera a quick smirk and gently twists her head back to face Keiran.

    KENNA SPRING: Of course. He saw one of my earlier works on the YouTubes and got in contact with me, signed me after a quick chat and now here I stand.

    She tucks her fingers under his to take full control of the microphone. Adding a small, teasing smirk with a curl of her lips.

    KENNA SPRING: And since I do have a camera and a live feed to the audience, but more importantly, the rest of the roster-

    Kenna steps into the center frame and pushes Keiran aside and out of the way. A quick cut to a cinematic shot at the side of the set shows Kieran stumble back before cutting to the live feed.

    KENNA SPRING: You have no chance against me. Whoever finds themselves against me, why don't you go and disappear. I know you're all afraid of me, every last one of you. Besides, we don't want you to wee wee on the mat just because I'm your opponent.

    She turns to Kieran and tosses him the microphone with a dark blip of a laugh before walking the other way. Keiran steps forward with a WTF face and turns to the camera.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: Well--I mean--Yeah..


    WRITER: Booker Tweak & Kenna Spring
    LIVE SEGMENT: This segment is filmed as on-camera and thus your character will have complete knowledge of what happened here.


    LOCATION: BACKSTAGE | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino features an Aladdin like character dressed in the prince robes. The doors blue glass and grand in size. The building large in size featuring five floors. A hotel above the casino which houses a number of games and the office and staff area located on a basement level. Lastly an open room which is typically rented out for expos and wedding parties. Owned by Miguel Lorenzo Garcia and opened in 2005 in London. It has a strict policy of banning card counters for life and has been robbed on one occasion, the robbers were apprehended an hour later. Security since the robbery in 2011 has been tightened and overseen by Dante Walker.

    The camera cuts to the door of AJ Winters' locker room before a fade transition to the inside. A shot of the room with a flash every few seconds from the right of the frame as rummaging can be heard. The camera pans to see a man doubled over a bag and taking pictures with his phone before cutting to a close up of the man, picking up AJ Winters' open pack of chewing gum with three sticks, holding it with tweezers.

    MILDREW MANN: I pretty penny you will fetch, me thinks.

    As the camera pans down to Mildrew putting it in a small, ziplock baggie and stashing it on his inside pocket of his jacket. The camera cuts to his point of view; him moving bits and pieces until he finds at the bottom of AJ's bag a family photo of AJ with some creasing of it's time in his bag. AJ, his brother, his mother and his father in front of a cabin in Vermont.

    MILDREW MANN: THE RUMORS ARE TRUE. A LONG LOST BROTHER

    The camera cuts to the door swinging open and a cut to the back of Mildrew turning around like a rat to see who has caught him. He puts on a smile.

    MILDREW MANN: My good sir. I know what this looks like but I'm an invited guest of Kizzie Parkinson. I do have my backstage pass, granting me this VIP experience if you'd allow me to retrieve it for you?

    He says as the man approaches him, the camera pans along with him but never has his body on camera. A second individual is also with him, with Mildrew looking to the other.

    MILDREW MANN: Don't I know you?

    But Mildrew is pulled away from the situation and off-screen by the second. The camera pans away from Mildrew's protests as the off-screen man who caught Mildrew pulls up the photo and just his thumb is seen on camera, looking at the photo and puts it back in the bag before a fade to black.


    WRITER: Booker Tweak
    CANON SEGMENT: This segment is filmed as off-camera and thus your character will have no knowledge of what happened here unless they were involved.


    LOCATION: BACKSTAGE | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino features an Aladdin like character dressed in the prince robes. The doors blue glass and grand in size. The building large in size featuring five floors. A hotel above the casino which houses a number of games and the office and staff area located on a basement level. Lastly an open room which is typically rented out for expos and wedding parties. Owned by Miguel Lorenzo Garcia and opened in 2005 in London. It has a strict policy of banning card counters for life and has been robbed on one occasion, the robbers were apprehended an hour later. Security since the robbery in 2011 has been tightened and overseen by Dante Walker.

    The camera cuts to the backstage area. Intermission happening in the ring as Arlen Kavanagh finishes conversing with Kieran about some topic.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: Nice job on the signing though.

    Keiran gives Arlen a quick tap on the shoulder with the bottom of his fist before heading out the door. He steps back as Branson Younger walks in, glaring to Keiran before turning into the room to confront Arlen.

    BRANSON YOUNGER: Mr. Kavanaugh.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Mate. It's Kavanagh.

    The correction makes Branson chuckle loud, squinting his eyes before an exhale.

    BRANSON YOUNGER: The swine correctin' their shepherd. I'll let that slide, wash over my back because I believe--I know you know why I'm here.

    He moves closer to Arlen, dragging his hand on the table with the ACE Title around his shoulder.

    BRANSON YOUNGER: You've tried to divide my people since the dawn of my path here. You had a vision for who deserved the prize money of your peers. You had a vision of who would hold this solid gold badge of honor. But Prophecy sent me a vision, of a mold who would try to infect my people. Bring them back to this doomed facade you live.

    BRANSON YOUNGER: A...J...Winters

    BRANSON YOUNGER: This particular piglet is your chosen, like I am chosen by Her. But you're no destiny, Mr. Kavanaugh. You're
    a fleetin' boat heading towards the ocean, about to be swallowed whole by the creatures of which you don't understand.


    ARLEN KAVANAGH: I made the Iron Bastard match, yeah it went tits up. But you live and learn.

    BRANSON YOUNGER: Children live and learn. I teach the ways of Prophecy's fortunes. But I do not conform to the un-matured mind of a child. Allow me to make this as transparent as you are. You cannot stop this vehicle, man. There is no break to slow us down, and tonight, I'll end your little pup, and then I'll show the people you command how inept you are.

    Striking a chord with Arlen who stands up.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: You wanna say that again?

    BRANSON YOUNGER: Dear, dim child. When I speak, the wise listen, the foolish raise their fists.

    Arlen looks down to his fists before looking back up to see Branson gone from the room.


    WRITER: OrigRosebud
    CANON SEGMENT: This segment is filmed as off-camera and thus your character will have no knowledge of what happened here unless they were involved.
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    LOCATION: RING | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino wrestling features black ring ropes encompassing the ring size 18' by 18'. The fans seated around the ring are separated by a small space. There exists no ring steps for the ring and the turnbuckles are made of a full pads with ACW written on each pad. The guard rails around the ring are chained together by security and ring crew.

    P R E - M A T C H



    #G-Eazy and Bebe Rhexa by Me, Myself & I#

    AJ Winters comes out to the crowd to see the packed arena and nods, knowing this is his second attempt but first one on one shot, with three falls potentially being the length. He heads to the ring with a walk, keeping the stamina to himself

    #Piggy By Nine Inch Nails#

    Branson comes to the ring alone. The championship currently on his back as he enters holding the strap over his shoulder and a candid saunter to the ring, eyeballing his opponent throughout. His step to the ring is interrupted as he slowly turns his chin to face Arlen and gives a long, daunting stare to him. He lays the title in front of him on the apron like an alter piece and throws his head back, arms wide calling to Prophecy before walking himself up the steps and into the ring where he collects his title.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for the one fall. To my left...He is our challenger!From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. His second title shot of his ACW career. The chiropractor's chill pill. Frozone's lil' buddy, AJ Winters!

    AJ gives Arlen a weird glance at some off the script nicknames but jogs on the spot to eyeball Branson Younger from across the room.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: And his opponent. From The Compound. The big mouth with a beard. Our ACE Champion, Branson Younger…

    Branson Younger begins to get into Arlen's face over the jabbed insult as Kavanagh puts his hands up and curls his lip, their confrontation backstage gotten under Arlen's skin a little.

    R I N G - B E L L

    After lead official El Ref calls the bell and hands out the title, AJ and Branson look for a technical lock up; AJ Winters ducking it and uses his speed to run into the ropes only for Branson to run at him with a large yelling crossbody to take AJ off his feet. Winters gets put into a chinlock as Branson looks to Arlen, bellowing "Is this your best offering, Kavanagh!?" and begins to turn it into a choke hold on AJ, his legs kicking as breath becomes nothing more than a distant memory of what he could do. El Ref's count reaches four before Younger releases the hold.

    Younger gets himself up and lays AJ flat to immediately drop his whole body weight across AJ's chest and abdomen, with nothing less than malicious intent to burst vital organs. Branson sits and cackles, whispering in AJ's ear if he knows where darling Penelope is. A shove to AJ's face earns him a heel jeer from the crowd. Younger shrugs off the swine following the swine to stand AJ up and whip him from the ropes to the other set. Winters flies into the ropes and kicks Younger as he goes for the back body drop; intending on harming the Winters known back injury.

    Winters lands a couple of forearm shots to the reigning champion but it appears to do little, Younger having an amazing threshold for pain as he grapples his contender and aggressively suplexes AJ over. AJ bounces off what appears to be his coccyx's to his feet and holds the ropes. Branson roars as he drops to a knee and drives his shoulder deep into AJ's back. Younger doesn't pause, rather chains in a belly to back lift attempt. Attempt being key as AJ has two handfuls of ring rope and prevents the move and calls for a count. Uno, dos and tres get counted as Younger tries his hardest but AJ jabs Younger twice for every count. The seventh consecutive punch forces the champion to back off.

    TIC TOC: AJ Winters is struggling to take down Branson and the champion has already targeted AJ.

    TK: But this guy got a problem with my bruv. Hope he drops the belt tonight.


    Branson catches AJ as he turns around for a knee lift and after a facelock; the champion tosses AJ overhead with a powerful display using an exploder suplex. Younger stands back as he lets AJ stand back up before backing AJ into the corner for an incredibly loud open palm strike to AJ's chest. AJ staggers forward along the ropes only to be yanked back for a second. The second misses and changes their places. AJ Winters now on the offense with a few fast punches to Branson Younger and a few toe kicks before going for the whip. Younger holds the corner firmly to prevent it. Winters adds another toe kick to try and weaken the grip for another whip attempt; no good. Winters goes for a second punch but gets caught by Branson in a full nelson. The champion in the same breath lifts Winters up for a make-shift half nelson slam into the top turnbuckle; Winters hits it neck first and stumbles forward onto his knees and Younger's crossbody acts as a facebuster to slam AJ face first into the canvas.

    The champion rolls his opponent over and secures the leg. Uno is counted, Dos is counted but AJ Winters bursts out of the pin and into a full nelson hold on the ring mat. Younger berates the swine fans who clap for AJ, but it doesn't deter them and AJ Winters fights out of the hold. His arms coming down pull apart Younger's finger grip and Winters frees himself completely with a roll. AJ's speed at his advantage, helping him stand up to deliver a running dropkick to the slower champion. Winters sees the champion standing up after it and readies another dropkick with a run to the ropes; Younger gets only to a knee before he gets a dropkick on the mush to knock him back.

    Winters kips back up and takes a try at Branson's back with a Boston crab. The champion holding his face is enough time for AJ to turn the champion over and try to claim the first fall. Younger exclaims in pain but he is able to drag himself with a clear large display of power against AJ to grab the ring ropes with ease. AJ releases the hold and stalks Younger as he gets to his feet. After an unsuccessful submission, AJ heads to his bread and butter and abolishes the champion's cackle with a jumping high knee. Younger whips off the ropes and stumbles forward; checking his mouth for blood or a chipped tooth. Winters comes off the ring ropes and lands a sliding chop block to bring the champion down like a ton of bricks. Winters looks for a second try at his Boston crab but Younger, with the shot to his knee clearly hurting, doesn't wish for it to be targeted even partly. He reaches forward to grab AJ's hair and fires a closed fist shot to knock AJ over on his back. El Ref warns Younger about the punch but he doesn't seem remotely interested in being told the rules.

    Younger gets back up at the same time as AJ. Winters tries to get Younger into a suplex position but Younger spins out of the face lock with a lariat try. AJ is able to duck it and tries a ripcord lariat of his own. Younger is able to duck it and shoves AJ at the back into the ring ropes. AJ rebounds and misses the high knee that hit before Branson grabs hold of AJ and begins to lash at his back with clubs, exclaiming "Penelope" as he does so. Younger lands a good fifteen lashes on AJ's back, aided by AJ losing his footing and falling to a knee, but the challenger is able to get a double legged takedown on Younger and flips the champion over again. The gameplan clear with AJ, despite a merit in submission, he looks to save his stamina against the champion.

    TIC TOC: Winters has got Branson dead center in the ring. The champion tapping out now does put Younger in an interesting position psychologically. The first time in his ACW Career, he'd be in a must win situation.

    TK: According to your notes there, Tic Toc, AJ Winters has pinned Younger before in the Iron Bastard.

    TIC TOC: Dude…(sighs)…but yes, both men argue that Arlen Kavanagh dropped the ball on.

    TK: Outside interference. Way too many variables.


    Branson Younger grabs hold of the ropes barely with an easy crawl on his forearms until AJ Winters walks him back so Younger, not AJ, Younger is in the middle of the ring. Winters tries to get a deeper bend and it visibly makes Younger bawl with pain. The crawl becomes harder work for Younger as Winters moves in near sync to keep the bend as deep as he can; trying with all his might to get the submission. Younger grabs the ropes fully with his last ditch attempt and commands the referee to force the break. Winters waits until three before releasing his hold and catches his breath.

    Younger is backed into the corner while he gets up, as AJ gets a few nasty knife's edge chops on Younger's chest. AJ Winters then staggers the champion with his own closed fist and during El Ref's warning Winters lifts Branson into the fireman's carry. AJ Winters steps out of the ropes and plants Younger in the double knee gut buster. Younger holds his gut and AJ looks for the combo that he hit back at Chapter Four; the Crash Thunder Buster on Younger. AJ's lift is reversed by Younger, who turns it into a side headlock takedown.

    TIC TOC: Whether you like him or not, Branson is an intelligent man to scout that.

    TK: That's why he clashes with Arlen. Two intellectual minds just clashing.


    AJ's quickness to his feet only results in him being run into Branson's larger than life stature and painfully into a thunderous uranage. AJ contorts after the impact as he gets onto his feet for Branson to go for a second. AJ elbows his way out and lands a high dropkick to knock Branson back. The leader of the compound comes back to crack AJ with a leaping forearm. Winters tumbles back into the ring ropes and walks right into Branson Younger's big boot to knock him down. Winters stirs and Younger drags him up onto his knees to for a wild series of back club lashings. On each one, he loudly roars "Penelope" before AJ gets fully to his feet, spins out of the front face lock and knee lifts the champion in the mid-section. Winters gets behind him and delivers his Crash Thunder Buster. Younger lands hard on his face as AJ Winters gets the pinfall. The official counts to two in Spanish but AJ Winters is pushed off by the mighty Branson Younger.

    AJ Winters ponders what to do and digs into his toolbelt metaphorically for his finisher; Icebreaker. Younger gets put in a suplex position but blocks the suplex with his leg around AJ's. AJ feels Younger lift his frame up with ease for a vertical suplex lift only Younger runs AJ forward and pushes him out of the ring. AJ lands but tumbles into Arlen Kavanagh who falls from AJ's impact. Younger takes a seat in delight as he begins to talk to the audience.

    AJ gets himself up and as he slides into the ring, the champion takes no moment to finish his sermon/lecture to land his seated senton across AJ's head. The fans recoil from the impact, El Ref is immediately checking AJ who looks just able to compete. The Ace Champion grabs AJ Winters from his downed state and draws across his forehead a cross and proceeds to plant a spinning swinging STO on AJ Winters as Prophecy's kiss lands. The fans sit back, expecting the pinfall BUT AJ Winters manages to just get a toe on the rope to an uproar.

    Younger feels the atmosphere utterly jeer him for the false finish, AJ Winters looks out of it still and Branson Younger looks furious. He pulls AJ Winters up into the corner as AJ hangs on the ropes and has the spit flung out of his mouth with a devastating throat thrust. Branson grapples AJ on the arm to keep control of AJ's groggy movements, planting AJ with a uranage specifically on the knee as Younger takes delight in AJ's abrupt screech of agony before going from it into his swinging STO, Prophecy's kiss landing a second time. AJ's body laid out, the cross drawn on his head by Branson's decisive finger and the champion hooks the leg for the pin. Uno, Dos and no false finish; Younger scores the first fall.

    SCOREBOARD: AJ Winters: 0 Falls | Branson Younger: 1 Fall

    TIC TOC: Branson Younger scores the first fall. Very interesting turn of event considering Chapter Four, as you stole from my notes, partner, was AJ with the pin.

    TK: And Younger is too strong. AJ tried the Boston Crab at the event too, Younger didn't tap then.

    TIC TOC: Do you want my notes, since you're stealing from them?


    El Ref calls for a break as Younger stands in his corner. AJ Winters slowly standing himself up in the other corner, holding his head as the referee is checking he's ok to go another round. AJ swears he's fine and El Ref, after checking the pupils, allows him to continue.

    Younger bursts from his corner to squash AJ with a body avalanche in the other corner. AJ, with the breath squashed out of him, is dragged by Younger and flung overhead to the other corner by Branson's belly to belly suplex. Younger runs into AJ a second time for a thunderous crack of impact. Winters is then pulled in for a second uranage, but he jumps to escape the impact and lands as Branson's side. Winters uses his olympic slam on Younger, to Younger's absolute surprise and obviously; despair. The Champion crashes onto the mat and rolls onto his front. AJ Winters feels the crowd applaud his move but remains on the mat from the reeling effects of the suplex and clashes in the corner.

    With Younger beating AJ to his feet, slower to approaching AJ, he still manages to get AJ in a front face lock. Younger lands nasty back clubs to every "Penelope" he utters but he gets pulled into a fireman's carry. Younger is dropped into a double knee gutbuster as AJ plans, but Younger blocks with both hands as he lands on his feet. Younger now tries a leg drop but AJ Winters manages to slip out of the way and then resourcefully cracks Younger in the side of the head with a boot. Younger flops back as Winters crawls to the ring ropes. His body aching but still with a lot in the tank. Winters gets himself to his feet while Younger is only on his hands and knees. AJ takes a moment to address his surroundings and allows the champion to just reach his feet; Winters grapples around Younger to hurl the champion to the ground with a side belly to belly suplex and tops the cherry with a leg drop across the champion's chest. Winters hooks the leg but at Dos; Younger kicks out.

    TIC TOC: AJ Winters with a good try but no cigar.

    TK: Is it weird that me and Branson might have made the most money in ACW? Yeah he made double what I did.

    TIC TOC: Can you not brag about the money you got now?


    AJ Winters stands himself back up and grapples the champion in a double underhook. Using this hook to drive and force the champion to his feet. At his feet, Branson Younger shakes loose and like an animal; Younger swings with a wild throat thrust that lands it's mark. AJ stumbles back and Younger backs into the ring ropes. The champion thinks crossbody, the challenger a dropkick and the end result is a mid-air dropkick to Branson's exposed stomach. Winters takes advantage of the time Younger spends nursing his stomach with a firm, agonized clutch. Getting some distance, Winters launches himself out of the ropes at Younger and drops the champion with a shining wizard knee to the head. AJ pins the champion again, arms held down, weight on the sternum but still, Younger with his legs is able to force a shoulder up.

    AJ grows a little frustrated with the first fall hanging over his head. He stands up and sits Younger up. Rather than hit Younger with another shining wizard, Younger paces back 5 paces on Younger's back. The challenger runs in and delivers a nasty penalty kick on Younger who contorts back from the impact. Gritting his teeth in pain and AJ Winters backs himself up yet again to land a second one, repaying the lashes that leave his back bruised and coloured. The second knocks Younger over and forces him to get up in the corner lest he takes another kick. AJ Winters meets him in the corner with a horrendous forearm on the jaw that could have had Younger have a tooth fly out. AJ Winters goes right on the chest, yelling out on every shot and using his side abdomen to spin him back and forth for the shots. Every shot stings and Winters rips apart Younger's top to land it on the meaty chest until El Ref counts to Cuatro.

    Winters swaps up his style to climb up onto the second rope for downward, concentrated forearms to the forehead. Younger takes a lucky seven before grabbing AJ around the legs and the crowd get on their feet for a powerbomb. Younger runs to the middle of the ring only for AJ to slip out the back door. Winters runs into the ropes and flies off the rebound towards Younger. The Challenger turns Branson inside out with a huge jumping high knee and then drags him. Younger practically with the compound's birds flying around his head as AJ Winters gets the fireman's carry and drops Younger into a double knee gut buster. Just like Chapter Four, he combos this into his Crash Thunder Buster and Younger is pinned. AJ nodding his head to every slap of the mat. Branson Younger, however, bursts out at Dos punto Nueve, two point nine to a shocked and stunned crowd. AJ holds his head in disbelief with a red face. He drags the champion up and connects rather quickly into the vertical suplex dropped into a double knee backbreaker. Winters covers the champion off his finisher, the Icebreaker and he hears that slap of the mat he craves, the Tres is called and he rolls off Younger. All tied up.

    SCOREBOARD: AJ Winters: 1 Fall | Branson Younger: 1 Fall

    TIC TOC: We are tied up!

    TK: When Branson kicked out, I thought that was it. AJ's got nothing in his arsenal to knock off the champ.

    TIC TOC: Branson is durable but AJ Winters Icebreaker may be the dreambreaker to Branson's title reign in ACW.


    El Ref is checking on Younger and Branson stands back up to push him away. El Ref calls for the bell for the third and final round as the match begins. El Ref fails to catch Arlen grabbing Branson's foot and lets AJ land the forearm shot to the face. Younger teeters along the ropes as AJ lands his olympic slam a second time and tries to score the big pinfall. Uno, Dos but no Tres unfortunately with Branson getting his shoulder up. The match sees AJ Winters sit Branson up, taking five paces back but spots Younger surge to his feet quickly. AJ ducks the clothesline and hits the ring ropes for a dropkick that Branson swats away with two hands. Younger grabs hold of AJ and plants him down for a spiked DDT. Younger then rolls himself to the corner after the impact. AJ Winters remains prone and hurt but mildly stirring. Younger pulls himself to the second rope and leaps off for a senton. Back first! He lands back first on both knees of AJ Winters.

    Younger holds his back as AJ's arms are threaded under his to lift the champion into a full nelson before delivering another backbreaker to the champion, full nelson style. AJ Winters stays on the champion and lands a double knee backbreaker to Branson. The champion is pulled down onto both knees and bounces off them to a knee. Winters gets to his feet and yells out as he delivers the pumphandle backbreaker on the heavy Branson Younger. Winters collapses and gets his arm over Younger for a pinfall. The referee counts one, counts two but AJ Winters is heartbroken as Younger kicks out.

    Winters holds his head and gets himself up to the ropes and stares down Branson. A familiar face in the crowd starts a "Purify" chant going with a small minority.

    CROWD (MAX WOLFE & OTHERS SINGING/CHANTING WHILE CLAPPING): Pur-i-fy, Holy Holy, Holy, Branson almighty…Pur-i-fy, Holy Holy, Holy, Branson almighty…

    Branson hears the people, the ones he believes following him and begins to get up. Staring up at AJ until he stands tall, a titan from the forest almost and drops AJ with a forearm as AJ tried to slip behind him.

    AJ works his way to his hands and feet as Branson Younger clutches AJ Winters again, on his bruises on the back he wails down with back clubs. Every shot drops AJ to his knees and comes with Branson exclaiming the name "Penelope." AJ is finally hurled into the corner by Branson, fuelled by a second wind clearly and lands AJ right in the corner…only to follow up with a senton to AJ in the corner!

    TIC TOC: Holy!

    TK: Shamboly!

    TIC TOC: AJ Winters crushed in the corner by Branson. The HEIGHT he got on that one. The damn HEIGHT and his full weight on the Toronto graduate.


    AJ lays out as Younger pulls him from the ring ropes. Younger's eyeline fixing with Arlen. The Lad in Charge shakes his head but looks away feeling it's all over. Younger then walks to the top rope, scaling the corner to reach it. The ACE Champion turns perched and praises to the skies before taking off for the nasty headbutt on Winters' lifeless body. Branson slowly crawls over to hook the leg on AJ and El Ref counts. Uno..and AJ Winters sits up!

    CROWD (CHANTING): Holy Fuck! Holy Fuck! Holy Fuck!

    AJ Winters clutches his hands to his chest as Younger looks at his challenger a little perplexed. The Champion shakes it off and drags AJ Winters up to go for Prophecy's kiss one more time, the finisher to finish the match. AJ Winters does a backflip using Branson as the champion leaned AJ over, so now Winters is on his feet with Branson leaning forward in prime position for the suplex. Winters gets the arm over so rapidly and lifts the champion up for the Icebreaker; Branson Younger lands behind Winters and shoves him right into El Ref in the corner and runs into AJ and El Ref for a body avalanche. The challenger collides heads, practically organs with the force Younger hits.

    The champion then sees there is no official and rolls himself out of the ring to confront Arlen over the earlier holding. Arlen holds his hands up, acting innocent when Younger.

    BRANSON YOUNGER: You think you can do that, man? I am the chosen one, the wolf among these sheep you call challengers.

    While this happens, Max Wolfe helps himself out of his seat and heads to the ring. Underneath it he finds the baseball bat, the date carved into the bat: June 23rd, 2015. The Alpha Psi Omega logo on the base. Max Wolfe steps himself into the ring as AJ Winters sees his old coach. Max talks to AJ telling him a familiar phrase.

    MAX WOLFE: People get hurt when they don't follow the rules, AJ.

    And the coach manages to drive the handle into AJ's sternum but the follow up; the swing for AJ's head hits it's mark! If it was air he aimed for! AJ Winters slips out of the way and delivers a superkick on the side of the cheek. Max's glasses go flying as he falls to the floor. AJ Winters gets a few stomps and kicks in but becomes a man possessed in letting out years of aggression.

    BRANSON YOUNGER: Respect Prophecy's chosen people, Kavanaugh.

    Younger takes Arlen up and delivers a Uranage on the outside before he heads into the ring to see AJ Winters whomping on Max with stomps, kicking him out of the ring. Younger pulls AJ to turn around and lands the Uranage on Winters on the bat before throwing it out of the way and secures the pin. It's at that sad moment El Ref counts…Uno, Dos….

    TIC TOC: TK, Where you going?

    TK, Thomas Kavanagh. The taller little brother whips El Ref out of the ring as Branson Younger almost gets the win while AJ gets the bare shoulder up. It isn't clear how close to three AJ was to kicking out but the fans are on their feet watching TK deny Branson a cheap, weapon assisted victory.

    Younger could have killed him with a look but heads outside to the ring. TK has the bat in hand with Younger practically re-enacting Jack Nicholson in the shining demanding the bat. TK goes for an overhead shot which Branson stops with both hands, kicks the commentator in the gut and sends him back first into the steel steps rather than use the bat on TK.

    TIC TOC: Oh damn! TK!

    In the ring, Branson sees AJ Winters in a rather bad way bending forward. Stiffer in stance, improperly posed for a fight as the champion catches AJ's last ditch superkick and trips the other leg. El Ref sees Branson Younger turn AJ Winters over for a single legged Boston Crab and lets AJ Winters endure what he had to. The cries of AJ overlap the calls of the crowd to not tap. The fans know AJ's suffered a hell of a bump but urge him not to tap, bar one. Max, reaching his seat with his suit a mess, sits back to enjoy the agony of his former student.

    AJ Winters slowly walks up to his feet but turns around to Branson Younger who delivers a loud and strong body slam. AJ's wince at the move brings Branson a wicked smile before he runs back and goes for the senton but lands himself across the knees. AJ Winters gets back up as Branson holds his back; Winters picking up some speed and throws his whole body into the chop block to bring Younger off his feet and holding his right leg.

    TIC TOC: Back to that leg. An AJ Missile into Branson's heavy right leg and he went down very badly.

    AJ Winters stands himself up on his feet, holding his back and heads for the corner. AJ begins to get to his feet and immediately loses his balance to fall into the ropes to hold him up. The Toronto based young buck looks at the champion covering his knee with his gritty hands. The challenger springs off the ropes and fires a superkick into the champion. It's caught and thrown down to bring AJ closer, into the clutches of the end. Branson lifts AJ up for a body slam but loses his hold; Winters lands behind Branson and the champion preps his arm as if he was going to break through a door. The challenger breaks through the champion's leg, driving his elbow and body weight into Younger's knee. The champion agonizes as he falls to a knee with AJ burning the bottom barrel of fuel to get up and clutch Younger.

    The Champion pulls Branson to his feet, gripping the pants and lifts Branson upside down until he releases; Younger dropping down in a heap across AJ's two knees. The challenger can't get up to make the count, he crawls to get a cover on Branson with the crowd making the count.

    CROWD (COUNTING): ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!!!

    El Ref calls for the ring bell as AJ can't quite get up.

    SCOREBOARD: AJ Winters: 2 Falls | Branson Younger: 1 Fall


    WRITER: Tassler
    LIVE MATCH: This match is filmed as on-camera and thus your character will have complete knowledge of what happened here.
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    LOCATION: COMPOUND | INTERIOR
    The land and building bought by Branson Younger upon winning the Jackpot tournament that acts as a home and base of operations for the compound under his rule.

    The camera cuts to the grand hall where various members of the Compound have gathered. Each one a privileged guest to watch as Branson's title match projects onto the large wall thanks to a projector. They see the final moments as Branson's leg buckles from AJ before the Icebreaker and the three count. Stunned faces around, including that of Lucille. The camera cuts to her hands which curl into fists and then a close up of her painted face. She gives a jerked nod in the same motion. The camera then cuts to her side as the large, masked man Branson spoke to earlier eyes her and a close of his eyes, piercing through the small eye hole. They narrow, wondering how Lucille truly felt about the result.

    LOCATION: BACKSTAGE | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino features an Aladdin like character dressed in the prince robes. The doors blue glass and grand in size. The building large in size featuring five floors. A hotel above the casino which houses a number of games and the office and staff area located on a basement level. Lastly an open room which is typically rented out for expos and wedding parties. Owned by Miguel Lorenzo Garcia and opened in 2005 in London. It has a strict policy of banning card counters for life and has been robbed on one occasion, the robbers were apprehended an hour later. Security since the robbery in 2011 has been tightened and overseen by Dante Walker.

    The camera cuts to Maya Price currently in their locker room on a chair each. Luten having his Luten Championship belt over his shoulder as Maya finishes packing the bag up.

    MAYA PRICE: AJ Winters the winner. Does that change your plans, Darius?

    DARIUS LUTEN: Of course not, Maya. Don't reinforce the blonde stereotype.

    The camera cuts to AJ with an arm draped over Younger on the television before cutting back to Luten at his side with Maya behind him in the foreground.

    DARIUS LUTEN: With brittle AJ as the champion, perhaps I will finally get to be recognized as the champion. He's someone I could literally Domin-oh kick through.

    MAYA PRICE: Unless Chris Kenway is able to dethrone him in his weakened state…

    LOCATION: LIMOUSINE | INTERIOR
    The land and building bought by Branson Younger upon winning the Jackpot tournament that acts as a home and base of operations for the compound under his rule.

    The camera cuts to Chris Kenway in the limo with Emily by his side. A bag from a clothing store on the floor containing her work clothes and a price tag sticking out that belonged to Emily's new dress Kenway bought her. The camera cuts to Kenway's side as he lifts up a martini glass and knocks back his entire drink.

    CHRIS KENWAY: Is he going to do it or choke again?

    Kenway lowly cackles as he cuddles Emily closer. The camera afar to the right to film their reaction as AJ Winters scores the third and final fall. Emily's face turns to impressed; Kenway's a bit more straight-faced.

    CHRIS KENWAY: He won, but I was still right. Look at him, Branson destroyed him.

    EMILY: Are you going to fight AJ next week.

    CHRIS KENWAY: Why don't you break open a bottle of bubbly, because I know exactly when I'll challenge.

    The camera then cuts to Emily's hip as her hand leans down to grab a bottle of champagne. It pans to the bottle head as she pops the cork expertly.

    LOCATION: RING | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino wrestling features black ring ropes encompassing the ring size 18' by 18'. The fans seated around the ring are separated by a small space. There exists no ring steps for the ring and the turnbuckles are made of a full pads with ACW written on each pad. The guard rails around the ring are chained together by security and ring crew.

    The ring begins to hiss with green smoke emerging from the apron and doesn't stop until Branson and AJ are enveloped in a thick, green smog. The lights in the room momentarily go off as Branson Younger has vanished from the ring. Arlen looks beside himself but heads into the ring to attend to the new champion.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: You can try and disappear in smoke, mate. I'm glad you got out because your arse is suspended, Younger.

    The crowd, all but a few, cheer the suspension. The others get up and leave their seats at the mention of it.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: But your NEWWWW ACE Champion...AJ Fucking Winters!

    AJ slowly getting onto his knees and asks for a microphone.

    AJ WINTERS (HEAVILY PANTING): …….NEW BORN…….

    AJ WINTERS (HEAVILY PANTING): …….NEW YEAR…….

    AJ WINTERS (HEAVILY PANTING): …….NEW…..CHAAMMPPIIIOOOON!!!…….

    AJ slowly pulls his arms up with the ACE Championship going up high above his head.

    AJ WINTERS (HEAVILY PANTING): …….NEW…..CHAAMMPPIIIOOOON!!!…….

    #American Fun by The Stompers#

    The small screen at the background begins to play the Alpha Psi Omega logo which AJ recognises. Coming out of the curtain is a tall man. 40ish, with a white collar shirt, shorts and a clipboard: COACH MIKE ADAMS on the back. The music slowly dips to background noise when Mike lifts his microphone up.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: I want to say to AJ Winters, as a proud coach of the Alpha Psi Omega guys, attaboy, AJ, attaboy.

    The camera cuts to AJ clearly on his toes, confused and tired.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: I want to tell you all a story. About a young boy with the eye of the sabre-toothed tiger. He busted his butt in school, a natural athlete and, I do have to say, quite a burger flipper. This young man with an awful family though. Brother going AWOL, kicked out of his family home by an overly aggressive father…

    Coach makes his way up to the ring apron and steps through the ropes.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: But through all those hasty and unfortunate setbacks. This boy never through in the towel. He went to London. Fish and chips, double decker buses, soccer surrounding him and he rose to become a champion. AJ…I wanted to tell you, your dad may have kicked you out…

    Coach pulls out of his pocket an Alpha Psi Omega t-shirt and unfurls it.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: But coach is here to welcome you back to the family…your real family.

    AJ WINTERS: This is my accomplishment. I did it despite Alpha Psi Omega trying to cost me it.

    AJ scouts the crowd. The camera cuts to Max's seat now empty before cutting back to the ring.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: AJ. Don't be a fool. Don't be a fool's fool. This fraternity is your family. I know you're scared, but Poppa Coach isn't going to throw you out of his home.

    Coach tosses AJ the shirt, it landing and holding on his empty shoulder.

    AJ WINTERS: No.

    AJ WINTERS: But I'm going to throw him out of mine.

    AJ drops his title and grabs Coach by the back of the head. The crowd cheering as AJ Winters tosses Coach out of the ring and lets him roll on the floor. The mic bouncing and adding a slight crack sound to the exchange as AJ Winters collects his Ace title. Coach Mike grabs the microphone.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: You--you don't know what you're doing. Mad with power.

    Coach stumbles to his feet.

    AJ WINTERS: Tell Max I said hey dirtbag when you see him.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: Oh I will, AJ, so long as you say hello to your brother for me…

    AJ looks confused at Coach who hasn't moved anywhere. A fan from the crowd slides into the ring behind AJ. He drops AJ Winters with a rolling high knee and receives a chorus of jeers for it. The young blonde buck drags the tired, fatigued new champion to his feet and proceeds to get AJ onto the buck's back in a piggyback style before sitting out and connecting with the stunner.

    TIC TOC: Come on, Alpha Psi Omega spoiling AJ's night to bask in his hard fought glory.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: And you, boy.

    Coach says to Arlen.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: Say hello to your newest signing. Andy Bantega, who just made mincemeat of your champion.

    Coach slowly steps back into the ring and puts his arm around Andy.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: How's about you book AJ Winters to fight this young man on your next show?

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: As long as you don't touch him again, you can have your match.

    COACH MIKE ADAMS: Unlike your champion, we're people of our word. Come on, Bantega.

    Coach Mike Adams guides Andy to turn his heel on Arlen. The pair exit the ring together as their music starts again. Arlen goes over to his champion and checks over him as the show comes to an end.

 

 

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