::A bell sounds across the arena, followed by ominous, noir-ish music, signaling the impending arrival of John Gone.  Nick Cave’s voice sings over the music of 'Red Right Hand', lending in a guttural crescendo, capped with another bell, as Gone appears through the curtain.::

 

HL: "Introducing first from Saint Mary's City, Maryland and weighing in at 250 pounds...John Gone!"

 

::The song plays on as Gone walks down the ramp to the ring.  He pays no mind to the fans as he walks, rolling casually under the ropes into the ring and climbing to his feet.::

 

RJ: "No telling what to expect with this guy.  Something tells me that his 'best behaviour' is still more than enough to get a person thrown into jail."

 

MS: "All the more reason that Yeh Ren and Kaylyn Vaude should be happy that he's on their side tonight."

 

RJ: "Yeah, tell that to Kagrra."

 

HL: "And his partner...from Yokohama, Japan, weighing in at 222 pounds...Yeh Ren!"

 

::The opening guitar lick of Dir En Grey’s Dead Tree hits the arena, and Yeh Ren’s entrance shortly follows. With the stunning Kagrra in tow, Yeh Ren bolts down to the ring. No pyro, not much in the way of fancy lighting aside from some purple colored lights around the stage area, anything like that. Yeh Ren dives into the ring and jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle, playing to the crowd. Kagrra takes his robe and Yeh Ren helps her out of the ring before awaiting his opponents.  Both he and Kagrra have wary eyes locked on John Gone, however, as their partner stands bemused and calm in the far corner.  He gives a little wave to Ren's second, prompting the masked man to tense...but nothing comes of it for now.::

 

MS: "He'd better keep those eyes to himself, Robbie.  They're going to need everything they've got tonight and Ren's petty grievances against Gone don't matter enough to bring about a painful loss."

 

RJ: "I wouldn't call them petty at all but you're right...they need to be focused."

 

HL: "And their partner..."

 

::The lights dim and pyrotechnic explosions burst, sending the crowd into a frenzy as the Chris Brown song “Transform Ya” begins to play over the arena’s PA System. Kaylyn Vaude comes walking from behind the curtain and the fans begin to boo immediately, though not quite all of them. More than a few cheers were in the mix as the woman everyone now truely knew comes to stand in the middle of the stage for a moment and then turned to the curtain. Seconds later Chris Vaude came out from behind the curtain and came to her side before making their way down the ramp.::

 

HL: "...from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 120 pounds...Kaylyn Vaude!"

 

::Kaylyn casts her eyes from side to side, offering smirking expressions to her detractors an incline of the head towards the few that sung her praises, pausing half-way to the ring to soak in more of the reactions. Her hand was holding that of her companion as they moved on.  Kaylyn walks to the apron and turns kissing her companions cheek before she pulls herself up onto it via the middle rope. Posing briefly just to get a rise out of the crowd, she hooks her arms around the top rope and flips gracefully back into the ring, taking a moment to toss her head back, clearing her hair out of the way. Stepping towards the corner and turnbuckles, she climbs up onto the middle rope and takes one last look at the audience before raising her hands in the air. Jumping down she smirks to her manager as she stands there removing her jacket and tossing it to the side as she awaits the match to get underway...::

 

MS: "Kaylyn certainly looks focused enough for her partners...and hotter than sin."

 

RJ: "She was remarkably quiet this week, though...not like her at all from where I'm sitting.  Perhaps her new second has been putting her through some new training."

 

MS: "You've got a sick mind."

 

RJ: "It's only sick because you're the one thinking about it that way."

 

::Vaude, Ren and Gone converge in their corner, all of them engrossed in a few last minute strategies about the match...or perhaps warnings being tossed about between them.  Either way, their expressions are intense and their seconds on the outside look on with some amount of trepidation.  Heather Lee pauses for a few moments as Kaylyn's theme dies down, then brings the mike up once again.::

 

HL: "And now, introducing their opponents..."

 

::The arena goes dark for several moments before haunting guitar riffs slither their way through the speakers, the opening to Korn's "Thoughtless" flowing over the capacity crowd, tense and restless waiting for the Main Event.  The ACW-Tron shows the six members of Toxic Melody walking towards the screen through the hall of a darkened and derelict abandoned building.  Once they cease their approach, the TM logo appears on screen and the montage lapses into images of their most intense and vicious moments.  Green and purple lights come up in the arena as the spotlights converge on the stage entrance, a low layer of smoke rolling along it and the ramp.  The music abruptly turns hard...::

 

"Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies,

Pushing all the mercy down, down, down.

I wanna see you try to take a swing at me.

Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground.

 

Why are you trying to make fun of me?

You think it's funny?

What the f*ck you think you're doing to me?

You take your turn lashing out at me.

I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me."

 

::Onto the stage walks Eric Donavan, Aurelei Jamison and Alexa Rose.  The latter two are in their traditional Obsession gear though it is toned purple instead of red.  Eric's own gear is not white but green and black, showing the unity of Toxic Melody dressed in the group's colors. The three pause at the top of the ramp to soak in the intensity of the reactions from the fans before making their way towards the ring.::

 

HL: "...wrestling tonight at a combined weight of 575 pounds...'Irish Dragon' Eric Donavan, 'Lady Death' Aurelei Jamison and 'Amazon Warrior' Alexa Rose...the team of Toxic Melody!"

 

"All of my hate cannot be found.

I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.

So, you can try to tear me down,

Beat me to the ground,

I will see you screaming."

 

::All three climb up onto the apron with Eric facing down the audience with a heated glare while Alexa and Aurelei flip backwards over the top rope and into the ring.  Stepping in through the ropes, Eric turns and climbs up onto the middle strand to raise a hand into the air while his partners mount the turnbuckles.  The spotlights split to highlight all three as the theme begins to die down, the lights in the arena coming back up in preparation for the start of the match.::

 

MS: "Talk about an entrance, Robbie...and these three look about as galvanized as it gets.  Look at the expressions on their opponents' faces!  What do those tell you, huh?"

 

RJ: "That they're out for blood...and that they have good reason to want to make Toxic Melody pay.  Well, at least in the case of Ren and Vaude.  Gone just wants to inflict more punishment."

 

MS: "Shame...he would have made a nice addition to the group in my opinion.  Now they have to lay him down next to these other rejects."

 

*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*

 

::There’s no discussion in Toxic Melody’s corner.  Before the bell even rings, Obsession steps outside onto the apron and Eric turns around with his eyes locked on John Gone.  Yeh Ren, however, is the man to start for his team…leaving the Devil’s Right Hand to stand around the corner from Kaylyn, smirking at both his partner and Eric as he watches both men lock up in the middle of the ring.  It only takes a few moments of jockeying for position before Donavan shoves Ren away forcefully, motioning for him to get back up and take another shot.  Ren does so, managing to push back against Donavan a little more this time before the Irish Dragon again shoves him off, nearly thrusting him out of the ring.

 

Eric taunts the smaller Ren, daring him to step up and take another shot.  The Masked Dervish takes the bait, charging in rapidly.  His motion is not as reckless as it first appears as he ducks a clothesline from Eric and laces into him with a few hard chops.  A shoot kick whips over Ren’s head as he ducks again and comes in with hard palm strikes against the chest and jaw of Donavan, rocking him all the way back to the corner with the rapid-fire assault.::

 

MS: “He slaps like a girl, Robbie!  How the hell is he backing up Donavan like that?”

 

RJ: “Those koppou-style strikes are far from slaps, Mtichell!  Done by a person of strength, they can break bones!”

 

::A final stiff shot to the jaw keeps Eric in the neutral corner long enough for Ren to back off and come charging in with a cross body block that takes him between the top and middle strands after his chest crashes across the Avenger’s own.  The wind knocked out of him impressively, Donavan doesn’t offer a lot of resistance as the Masked Dervish mounts the top rope in front of him and clamps on a front facelock, urged on by both Kagrra and the audience.  Bouncing off the ropes, he whips the former World Heavyweight Champion around for a tornado DDT but is thrown off.::

 

MS: “More power than Ren expected, it seems!  But the little runt landed on his feet!”

 

RJ: “And he’s coming back for more!  He knows that if he lets Eric get his wind back that things are going to get mighty painful!”

 

MS: “Looks like they’re already about to be!”

 

::Donavan sets himself for a moment before lifting his right leg and attempting to drive a size-14 into the masked maw of Yeh Ren.  The falcon-masked marvel deftly ducks under the attempted blow and hits the far ropes before taking to the air again with a Thesz press.  Eric is ready before Ren can alter his plans and is caught in mid-air before being driven down back-first with a ring-shaking spinebuster.  The look on Eric’s face smacks of intense rage and focus as he mounts the fallen man and drives punch after punch into his masked visage.  The referee, after a count of four, tries to pull the Irish Dragon off.::

 

RJ: “Look at the zebra run, Mitchell!  I honestly don’t blame him, though Eric has to know if he followed through on what he was thinking that a disqualification would be imminent!”

 

MS: “He’ll be lucky if he isn’t set on fire before the match is over!”

 

::Ren isn’t exactly curled up in the fetal position during this distraction.  Instead, he’s on his feet and waiting for just the right moment…using it to sail through the air with a spinning heel kick that catches the Avenger in the chest but doesn’t take him down.  Running through, he darts toward the Avenger again and is taken around at high velocity by a tilt-a-whirl maneuver. Showing amazing dexterity by landing on his feet, he catches the Irish Dragon with a backhand strike that again rocks the attacked jaw of Donavan.

 

Bounding to the top rope in a single leap, still urged on by both his corner and the audience, Yeh Ren throws caution to the wind and leaps off, landing on Eric’s shoulders for an attempt at a hurricanrana.  He leans his body backward but Eric keeps himself upright, heaving the 222-pounder up before staving off a few desperation shots to the head en route to throwing Ren into the air and letting him free-fall to the mat.::

 

MS: “To answer the question in Ren’s rattled brain for the masses out there…no, that trip wasn’t really necessary.  But it sure was fun to watch!”

 

RJ: “Donavan showing off impressive strength by doing his part to flatten Ren’s spine with that powerbomb…but he’s not done yet!”

 

::Sending the dazed Dervish into the ropes, Donavan times a perfect back body drop but, once again, Ren’s dexterity sees him landing safely on his feet upon the apron.  He has little time to improve his position, though, as Eric snaps off a left-leg Dragon Fang that sends him off the apron and to the barricade.  Kaylyn Vaude, taking advantage of her partner’s momentary inability to continue, charges into the ring right at Eric whose back is to her.  Aurelei comes off the top out of camera range, landing a dropkick to Hot Chocolate that sends her out of the ring with Lady Death quickly following after her.  Rocked but hardly without fight left, Vaude takes the fight right to Aura on the outside, laying into her with forearms that are returned in kind.::

 

MS: “Save by Aurelei…not that Eric needed it, mind you, but that’s just Toxic Melody’s teamwork factor!”

 

RJ: “And Ren is returning the favor as Aurelei sends Kaylyn into the ring apron with force!  A shot to the gut doubles-over the former Women’s Champion…but here comes Alexa off the apron!”

 

MS: “Spear!  Right to the Masked Marvel!  That’ll teach him!”

 

::All this leaves Gone on the apron and Eric alone in the ring…and the fact is not lost on the Irish Dragon.  Turning his full attention to Gone, he makes a none-too-slight gesture: pointing sharply at Gone and then drawing his thumb across his throat, Eric all but demands that the Devil’s Right Hand take him on.  Hardly impressed by the display, Gone takes his time entering the ring…but the moment him and Eric are within reach of one another, the soup bones fly in earnest.  Heavy right hands from the two most powerful people in the match fly quickly, each man taking stiff shots but coming back for more.::

 

MS: “You know what this is about, Robbie!  Eric wants Gone to pay for his assault on Aurora!”

 

RJ: “I’m not condoning what he did, but Donavan had better not underestimate this sociopath!  He seems to love pain…even his own!”

 

::Taking advantage of his more-rested state, Gone takes the advantage after a few unanswered right hands, raking his fingers across Eric’s eyes and jarring him further with a headbutt. Staggered, Eric is left mid-ring as Gone hits the ropes with Donavan surprising him with a brutal clothesline.  Outside the ring, Ren has the advantage on the Amazon Warrior, whipping her into the ring steps and coming forward at high-speed with a basement dropkick.  Alexa dodges it as Ren kicks the steps apart, nearly taking her body with it.  On the other side of the ring, Aurelei and Kaylyn continue their brawl near the announcers’ table, taking turns bouncing one another’s heads off the surface, jockeying for the advantage.

 

Back in the ring, Eric fights his way back into a position of power which seems lost when Gone catches a kick aimed for his stomach.  Spinning out of his grip, Eric lands a Dragon whip kick across Gone’s face, taking the man down.  Pulling Gone up, Eric is shoved back and nearly takes a boot himself, but like Gone he catches his assailant’s leg and turns it into a Dragon screw leg whip which he transitions into a single-leg crab, pulling back hard on Gone’s appendage as the Devil’s Right Hand immediately begins fighting his way toward the ropes.  Ren, having for the moment gotten the better of Alexa by dodging a charge that ends up sending her over the barricade, mounts the top rope and whips Donavan over with a flying headscissors to force a break.::

 

RJ: “Ren just comes out of nowhere…and now Gone’s measuring Donavan!”

 

MS: “That little runt just keeps getting in the way!  Did he not hear Eric’s warning earlier in the week?!”

 

::John Gone takes the first opening he gets and runs his foot across Eric’s face with an excellently-placed Yakuza kick, knocking the former champion to the mat and immediately going for the pin.::

 

“One…two…”

 

::Eric kicks out as, outside the ring, Kaylyn catches Aurelei coming in and picks her up into a fireman’s carry before dropping her face-first on the table.  Dragged into an upright position, Aurelei is jarred further by a bionic elbow followed by a running front kick that takes her down hard.   Alexa, having gotten back into the ring to keep after Ren, ducks a spinning heel kick. Landing unsteadily on his feet, Ren has little time to prepare a defense before Rose comes at him again.  Throwing a superkick her way, Alexa shows her own counter-wrestling ability by stepping in under it and pressing a hand into the Masked Dervish’s chest, taking him up and then down with a leg-trap chokeslam.

 

Gone, still pressing the issue versus the Irish Dragon, scoops him up and hangs him upside down upon the top rope…the proverbial tree of woe.  Backing off and, surprisingly, urged on by the crowd, John Gone charges Donavan and aims a dropkick right at his face.  Forcing himself up by grabbing the top rope and pulling, Eric manages to rise up and out of the attack’s path. Gone nearly slides out of the ring from his own momentum and Alexa, taking advantage of the moment, crotches him around the ring post.::

 

RJ: “Surprising show of speed by Gone, but Eric pulled off a miracle there…and Alexa made the Grey Man pay for his attempt!”

 

MS: “He has more than that coming, but nice shot by Rose!  I wonder if she made a wish?”

 

RJ: “I wouldn’t be surprised…”

 

::Ren charges around the ring before Alexa can turn her attention his way, landing a modified tiger feint kick by swinging around via the ring post.  Leaping up onto the top rope and landing a few chops to keep Donavan from dislodging himself, he hops onto Eric’s shoulders and calls for the Uzumaki.  Aurelei, having managed to divest herself of Kaylyn’s assault with a modified Snake Eyes on the announcers’ table, takes to the apron herself.  Ren turns her away as she’s already airborne, springing off the top rope to land on his shoulders and whip him down from the height of the turnbuckles and Eric’s shoulders with a hurricanrana.::

 

RJ: “What a move!   How did neither of them break their necks flying off from that height?!”

 

MS: “You’ve got me…but I want to see it again!”

 

RJ: “And now Alexa’s trying to maneuver Gone…but what does she have in mind?”

 

::Kaylyn isn’t waiting to find out, landing a Shining Wizard while Alexa is still crouched, taking her down hard.  Gone, however, hasn’t managed to draw himself out of the pain of Alexa’s maneuver and Eric, turning himself on the top rope, takes advantage with a flipping double leg drop from the top before attempting a pin.::

 

“One…two…th-“

 

::As this goes on, cameras spot the crowd going crazy as, through the masses, walk Michaelina Summers and Logan Alexander.  They make their way down to the barricade and leapt it as the six-way brawl continues unabated.  No sooner do they reach ringside, however, than does one Devon Mayhem…and his appearance prompts the arrival of Hyena, who assaults him from behind and knocks him down the ramp.  The two lapse into a fistfight near ringside as Aurelei, recovering from her high-risk maneuver, comes at Kaylyn on the outside to resume their slice of the fracas.  Devon and Hyena take their fight to the ring and the referee, having spent most of the match trying to gain some semblance of control, gives up and calls for the bell.::

 

*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*

 

HL: “Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match a no-contest…!”

 

RJ: “And with good reason!  This is just an oversized bar fight except without the alcohol and peanut shells!”

 

MS: “Look at Devon and Hyena go at it!  There they go over the top rope…and it still doesn’t stop them!  Aurelei and Kaylyn are going at it outside…Logan and Michaelina are trying to even the score…and now Alexa’s thrown over the top and right into it by Yeh Ren!  Gone and Eric are still pounding each other’s skulls in the ring…!”

 

RJ: “I sure as hell don’t know how you’re keeping up!  All I know is that Ren’s going to the top and…!”

 

::…and executing a beautiful sky twister press that flattens all seven people outside the ring!  The mass of brawling humanity lays wasted as a ‘Yeh Ren!’ chant picks up in the crowd.  Back in the ring, Eric drives Gone down with a Dragon driver, slamming him face-first to the mat.  Aurelei, back on her feet though still unsteady, gets the sign from Eric and tosses him a flask…the same one he had last week versus Gryphon.::

 

MS: “Looks like he plans to follow through on his promise!”

 

RJ: “Again?!  This pyromaniac has to be stopped!”

 

::Gone, back on his feet at this point, still has his back to Donavan as he takes a swig of the flask and flicks on the lighter, his eyes daring the man to turn around.  Thinking better of it, however, Eric decides not to wait.  Rearing back, he flicks on the Zippo and sends a large fireball searing towards John Gone’s back!  Logan Alexander knocks Gone out of the way at the last moment to spare him the fire…then charges a surprised Eric, spearing him to the mat and quickly applying the Perfect Chaos Theory!::

 

MS: “The hell?!  What’s this about?!”

 

RJ: “It’s about Eric’s post-match assault earlier in the night!  Logan’s getting his retribution!”

 

::The half-turned leg lock has Donavan growling in pain and seeking the ropes for respite, but Chaos Stryke holds on like a vice.  It isn’t until Aurelei rolls in and lays out Alexander with a White Noise kick that he lets go.  Both men are down as Michaelina, seeing Aurelei’s infraction, rushes in herself and tackles Aurelei to the mat.  The two women trade intense but sloppy shots as they roll about on the mat.  It doesn’t take Logan and Eric long to regain their composure though, as they start denting one another’s skulls with hard shots.  Not even the sound ofFireflight’s “Unbreakable”, which prompted the appearance of Sarah D’Angelo, ceased the ten-person brawl…though her words over the mike did a better job of that.::

 

Sarah: “That is enough!  Toxic Melody, you are not going to run roughshod over my show any longer!  Security, I want them escorted out of the building expeditiously!”

 

MS: “She can’t do that!”

 

RJ: “What part of sole owner of ACW don’t you understand?!”

 

Sarah: “As for the rest of you as well as the fans here in Charlotte, this night is not over!”

 

RJ: “Not over?  Fans, we’ll be right back after a commercial break…I do believe the boss-lady has something in mind!”