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Sunday 10th November
E Centre in West
Valley City, Utah
Introduction
Was it really all
about the ratings?
Well that was all is
was about lately to
the majority owner in
ACW, Ethan Winters,
and it seems to be
making a few of the
personnel in the ACW
ranks rather shifty,
as they do not know if
they will be in a job
next week, except for
a select few...
Ethan Winters was no
seasoned veteran when
it came to running
wrestling federations,
so the theory of I'll
keep my three top guys
and fuck about with
the rest was never
going to work, but it
HAS to tonight.
With the top
federations going as
strong as ever, it was
never a great time to
try and launch a
federation, but the
hands of fate are
telling Winters that
he must persist, and
with matches of the
calibre that he has
this evening, this
could very well be the
turning point for the
lowly 10 year
federation.
With a Main Event loss
behind him, Wombat
Guerrera must take his
defeat off the champ
on the chin, and try
and come back against
new comer Julian Kang,
who has yet to set his
mark down on the ACW
fans.
The troubled eXistenZ
seems to have bitten
off more than he can
chew, as he was given
the task of facing
Dante Inferno in more
or less his very first
competitive match,
will the monster of
wrestler be able to
contain eXistenZ? ;-)
The Dilly Dawg and
Fate lingOd match has
come about after a
confusing last two
weeks were the pair
have spoken in length
about what will
happen, AFTER
tonight...let's hope
they give us a good
show tonight.
What can we say about
the TV Title match.
Lunatic + fat man with
a chicken =
entertainment!
Jason Kain has been a
mystery since he has
been in ACW, and this
match is no different,
we know little of
Jade, only from what
Kain has told us about
her, and her brief
appearance on last
week's show gave us a
little peek of what
she looked at, but can
she wrestle?
The Legend came to the
ACW with high hopes
for himself after a
successful time in
FATE, and now defunct
wrestling promotion,
but it has not gone
swell at all, and KaGe
is looking to continue
his good run against
the "Legend".
If there was ever a
match that could grace
a card and make it
that something
special, it would be
the Main Event this
evening. Signed only
last week on Courage,
you have to wonder
just how long Osyrus
has the Triple Cage
stipulation up his
sleeve, only to spring
it on SilverHAWK, the
challenger, at the
very last moment. For
HAWK, it is the moment
were he could achieve
something every single
ACW roster and staff
member has anted, for
him to spearhead the
company and become
champion.
Welcome to the night
of champions, the
night were ACW will
BreakOUT!
The
Introduction
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As the cold continued
to sweep in, a
November evening
continued to be more
and more despised. A
discarded newspaper is
swept through a
parking lot that is
filled to the brim,
not one empty spot in
the icy lot. The paper
didn't even touch a
car, with enough
chance, it's rolled
freely through the
rows, dancing through
the air... that is
until it slammed
itself against the leg
of a man lined up in
front the arena...and
it wasn't just any
line-up.
It was a huge fucking
line-up... several
thousand people
waiting for one thing.
All-Star Championship
Wrestling's breakOUT.
"God-damn, I swear to
god, this city is
alright... but all the
damn garbage."
Jimmy Weiliary, a fan
of ACW since the 1993,
had come all the way
from Philly for
this... he was very
very excited, but he
sure as hell wasn't a
fan of lines...
especially when he had
been waiting in his
spot in the line,
twenty-four people
from the front, for 4
hours. Snatching the
paper from his leg, he
saw something that
caught his attention
almost immediately. No
it wasn't anything on
the paper, it was
actually something
parking a vintage 1962
Shelby Cobra just
around the corner,
still in plain sight.
The licence plate had
one name one it....
Alias.
Turning to the man in
front of him in line
Jimmy chuckles.
"Doesn't the guy know
anything... you can't
even leave a fuckin'
Chrysler E class
parked in New York
without someone at
least trying to steal
it...." before yelling
at Alias before he
rounds the corner.
"HEY! I'D PUT THAT CAR
SOMEWHERE SAFER! IT'LL
BE GONE BEFORE THE
SHOW ENDS, MAN!!"
*beep, beep*
Alias looks up from
his car, he had just
locked it before he
heard his name.
Smiling to himself he
yelled back at the fan
in line. "YOU TELL
ANYONE THAT IF THEY
TOUCH IT I'LL KILL THE
MOTHER FUCKER!!!", the
fan excitingly gives
him the thumbs. I
guess being a smark
fan boy vanishes when
they talk back.
"Are you planning on
giving everybody a
death threat tonight?
You gotta lighten
up... by the way, nice
car."
Looking at the door to
the back entrance,
there she was. Long
legs, stunning curves,
brown hair and blue
eyes. To put it
simply, the girl was a
knock-out with killer
curves. Not only that
but she could out
think you, out wit you
and probably kick your
ass while she was at
it. It came with the
job when you where a
reporter in a
wrestling promotion,
move fast, think fast
or be crushed. She had
been in the industry
for awhile, one of the
few to know Chris
Sheffield, before he
was Alias, back in the
"Tin Angel"
high-flying, smack
talking days. Back in
there early days in
ACW she was the valet
to a very fast rising
star.
It was none other then
they female reporter
in ACW, Britney
Thomas. Haven't heard
of her? Shows how much
Winters uses his
female reporters.
"The night's still
young Brit, the
night's still young."
Alias said with a
smile, it had been far
too long since he last
saw her.
"Face it tiger, where
still young too." she
gave a wink to Alias.
"Let's walk and talk
Chris."
Alias slung his
equipment onto his
shoulder this was
already going to be a
better evening then he
expected. She held the
door for him as he
walked past her and
then quickly caught up
with him in just a
couple of strides.
They bantered back and
forth in a fast paced
fashion as Alias made
his way to his
dressing room.
"So I here MTV wants
to follow you around,
kind of a
day-in-the-life-of
type of special, the
sort of thing they did
with Ruben Ross a
couple of years ago."
"Ah who the hell
knows. They coulda but
hell, I'm not even
sure where people
should reach me these
days."
"You better believe
those pin-balling days
are over then. Your
home again."
"This place isn't how
I left it babe... not
even close. I mean
it's interesting to
see some old faces.
Lord knows I have to
start talking with
Dunn and Boyd again
but... what are you up
to anyway?"
"Hey don't think just
because you leaving a
good five or six years
ago means that I'm out
of a job. Sure I've
done things I'm not so
proud of since but
hell I'm back with TV
time now, I'm an
actual backstage
reporter now Chris."
"Since?"
"Since the last few
months actually."
"Which is just tons of
time..."
"Quiet you. Seriously
though Chris we need
to talk, off the
record, in private.
Okay? I tried to sugar
coat the fact but I
seriously need to know
whatever the hell
these rumours that
your mob connected or
some-shit are all
about, I need to know.
So I can try and talk
you out of any of the
crap your in." Alias
gives Britney a
surprised look, taken
aback by her sudden
change of attitude.
"Look... Brit... that
can wait till later.
Right now I have to
get ready for tonight.
I have the past to dig
up. So how about next
Sunday on Courage?
I'll catch you then
and we can finish
this." Britney is
somewhat disappointed
but still agrees with
him... they'll be more
time, more catching up
to do. She waves him
off and quickly takes
the next corner....
tonight would be a
very busy night... it
was breakOUT after all
and Alias was back
with a vengeance.
Geo Vacton Vs Billy Bo
Jim Bob McGee
Some awful banjo music
plucked through the P.A.
System of the large
arena. The fans stared
at one another in a
“What the fuck” manner.
Some Hick appeared on
top of the stage and he
held a banjo. He began
trashing the banjo,
hitting it on the edge
of the stage. He tosses
the remains of the
banjo off the stage and
flexed.
“Ladies and gentlemen…
Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee!”
The crowd were confused.
Who in the hell was
this? BBJBMcG Strutted
down to the ring, he
looked like a
stereotypical “hick”,
bad teeth, bad breath,
bad fashion sense… the
works. He rolled in
under the bottom rope
and climbed the bottom
turnbuckle. The ropes
bent drastically.
His awful music ended,
the fans enjoyed the
moment’s silence from
that terrible music.
“I’m TNT!” appeared on
the TitanTron. It
shifted off.
“I’m DYNAMITE!”
BOOM!
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Backstage… Scott
Perry was signing an
autograph. When the
large bang went off the
pen shot from the paper
and hit the kid in the
eye. Blood squirted out
as the kid ran off to
his mother. Scott
dropped the autograph
book and ran off.
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His palms are sweaty,
Knees are weak,
Arms are heavy,
There’s vomit on his
sweater already,
Mom’s spaghetti.
Back to the arena and it
had come time for the
former 21W superstar,
Geo Vacton to appear. He
jumped through the
curtain holding a stick
of dynamite. The crowd
went crazy seeing what
will soon become on of
their favourite ACW
superstars, Geo Vacton.
Geo smiled and pointed
to the stick of dynamite
as fireworks crackled at
both sides of him. As
the fireworks stopped
geo tosses the stick of
Dynamite behind him, it
rolls behind the
curtain.
Geo walked slowly down
the ramp, slapping fans
hands as he walked down
toward the ring. Geo
stopped at the bottom of
the ramp and put his
hands on his hips. He
made a goofy smile
before sliding under the
bottom rope, jumping to
his feet quickly.
BBJBMcG ran towards Geo,
of course, being a fat
hick he didn’t run to
fast. Geo jumped in to
the air and hit a
dropkick. He knocked
BBJBMcG down on to his
ass. Geo was quick back
to his feet. BBJBMcG
took his time.
Geo bent over and mooned
the downed BBJBMcG. The
crowd loved it, laughing
and cheering.
Geo bounced off the rope
and delivered a baseball
slide in to the ample
sized backside of
BBJBMcG. BBJBMcG rolled
over to the corner. He
pulled himself to his
feet and stood in the
corner. Geo ran over and
hit a clothesline.
BBJBMcG stumbled out of
the corner but didn’t
fall over. Geo hopped on
to the turnbuckle. His
feet on the middle
turnbuckle, his backside
on the top one. He
jumped from the middle
rope and delivered a
flying bulldog. BBJBMcG
span on to his back. Geo
covered him.
The crowd chanted the
count with the referee.
1…
“ONE!”
2…
“TWOOOOOOOO!”
3…..
“THRRRRRRR…”
NO! BBJBMcG got his
shoulder up from the
mat. Geo got to his feet
and looked out at the
fans. The geeky smile
covered his face. He
shrugged before getting
back to work.
Geo grabbed the hick’s
greasy, stringy hair and
pulled him to his feet.
Geo placed BBJBMcG’s
head under his arm and
raised one arm.
The crowd cheered,
knowing what he was
going for.
Geo raised BBJBMcG above
his head and hit
THE VACTONATION!!!!
Geo Vacton’s trademark
move. Geo got to his
feet and headed over to
the downed BBJBMcG.
The crowd chanted his
name.
“Geo… Geo…!”
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Backstage…
The crowd was hyped as
Scott walked near the
gorilla position, the
curtain leading to the
staging area. Scott
listened to the crowd as
they chanted “Geo
Vacation’s” little
chants.
“Muppets.” He said
bluntly.
Scott turned around and
bumped in to an anvil
case, he hit his knees
on it and tripped over
it to the floor, hitting
his head on a small
stepladder before
rolling on to his back.
Something dug in to his
kidney area. He sat up
and fumbled behind him,
he picked up what looked
like a stick of
dynamite.
“God dammit!” he
exclaimed.
His face filled with
fury for a moment, but
for some reason the
grimace faded and turned
in to what seemed to be
a smile.
Ding
A cartoon light bulb
appeared over his head.
And the match continued…
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Back to the ring…
Geo was dancing with
himself waiting for
BBJBMcG to get to his
feet. Great showmanship,
the fans loved him.
BBJBMcG was pulling
himself to his feet with
the aid of the ropes. He
ran at Geo, who danced
his way out of the
attack. BBJBMcG hit his
head on the turnbuckle.
BBJBMcG turned and
charged again.
Again, Geo sidestepped
the attack. And AGAIN
BBJBMcG hammered his
head on the turnbuckle.
BBJBMcG shook his head,
clearing the proverbial
cobwebs from his head.
He came out of the
corner with a fist full
of rage. He swung both
arms frantically,
attempting to hit Geo.
The scene went “Matrix”
slow. Geo was bending
backwards, avoiding all
the shots; geo fell
over.
Oops…
BBJBMcG jumped, aiming
for Geo with his elbow.
Geo rolled out of the
way and a massive BOOM
was heard from the
weight of BBJBMcG
hitting the mat. Geo got
to his feet and wiped
his brow. He waited for
BBJBMcG to get back to
his feet, as he did Geo
kicked him in the gut
and hit his world
renowned
finishing manoeuvre…
GEOCIDE!!!!
GEOCIDE!!!!
GEOCIDE!!!!
Geo Vacton rolled on top
of BBJBMcG, pinning him
1…
2...
Threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The bell sounded and Geo
Vacton was announced the
winner. He jumped around
victoriously before
rolling out of the ring
and seemingly running
for his life.
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Backstage for the last
time…
Geo ran around
ecstatically, he was, to
say the least, very
pleased with himself.
Geo ran in to a popcorn
stand. Popcorn spewed
out of the hole in the
glass. He continued to
run out of view.
The popcorn level
decreased. Standing on
the other side with an
empty popcorn box was
Scott Perry. He walked
in to view and looked
down to the wasted
popcorn.
“For the love of god…
What ass clown did
this?”
He tossed the popcorn
box to the floor and
started to pull on the
large popcorn cart. He
tipped it on to its side
and he screamed.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The yell echoed off the
walls of the corridor.
Geo stopped.
“Uh-Oh…”
He ran off.
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Family, the first part of
Two men sat on the
hard wooden benches
upon a small dressing
room in the arena,
they would often
reminisce of old times
together, but tonight
was a new time, a new
era, and a new day for
the one titled, the
HAWK.
Sat opposite him was a
middle aged man, who
hair was beginning to
grow further away from
his face, along with
his inflaming stomach,
and as he dragged on
the last inch of his
cigarette, he blew the
smoke into the air
violently as he then
stamped on the stub
and shook HAWK for his
attention.
"It's up to you now
brother...it's up to
you to stand up and
not take any more of
this shit...maybe you
can get our jobs
back."
The two men laughed,
they were not
brothers, just really
old friends.
The man on the right
was Fonzi Garatho, who
had been under ACW
contract till 1992,
before his contract
was frozen by Winters
who came and put him
down to a development
territory in New York,
but tonight was
special, and he came
here specially to see
the Main Event
tonight, even if
Winters didn't know
about it.
"Even when I seen you
come here as a green
little rookie Aaron,
you always had that
never say die attitude
about you, and you
didn't let anyone fuck
you about, I admire
you for that."
Fonzi could have been
a main eventer in ACW,
but his problem was
listening to people's
advice, and also the
horses. He was in so
much debt during his
ACW time, he was more
or less forced to do
everything anyone
wanted him to do, just
for a little extra
cash, and usually it
got him into bother.
One particular time,
he was asked to take
out a certain "Iron
Man" Jake Steele, when
all he got was steel,
to his forehead, with
30 stitches running
from the top of his
head down to the top
of the neck.
"Listen
Fonzi...tonight I'm
gonna go out there not
just for myself, and
my family, but all you
old timers at the
back, who I consider
my family. You are the
guys who have got me
here today, you were
the guys who pushed me
in the right direction
after the Federation
screwed me over. You
were the guys who got
me my old gimmick,
back when I would just
kick someone's ass for
the hell of it."
Fonzi rose to his
feet, and pulled HAWK
up with him, as the
two men hugged one
another forcefully, as
Fonzi hel the
doorknob, he turned
around one last time
to HAWK.
"Good luck Brother..."
HAWK knew he would
need more than luck to
walk out of this arena
tonight...more than
luck.
The
Introduction
The unfamiliar tunes
of ‘Fine Again’ by
Seether blared through
out the arena and the
fans stood up to see
who was coming out.
The man was unknown to
the fans as he stepped
out, a title draped
over his shoulder. He
had short, messy,
bleach blonde hair, he
wore a pair of white
wrestling tights that
said Russa across the
waist, and a pair of
black wrestling boots
that completed the
look. The belt was
from the now defunct
united kingdom
wrestling; it was
their Hardway Title.
The fans were unsure
what to expect so most
of them were silent.
Russa just shook his
head as he panned
around the entire
arena with his eyes.
He slowly raised his
hands out to his sides
and slowly rose them
up. A huge set of red
and white pyros
exploded behind him.
He slowly made his way
down the ring and he
stopped to pose for
the fans before he
reached the ring. He
finally slid under the
bottom ropes and spun
around slowly, once
again looking at all
the people in the
ring.
“How was that for an
introduction?” The
fans gave him a small
pop, excited about
what he might be able
to bring to ACW. Russa
smiled before tossing
the mic to the ground
and just leaving the
ring.
He walked up the ramp,
smiling the entire
way.
Wombat Guerrera
Vs Julian Kang
“Freedom” by Jimi
Hendrix played and
Wombat Guerrera jogged
out of the breakOUT
entranceway to a
myriad of cheers and
“Wom-bat” chants.
Guerrera smiled from
behind the locks of
hair that stuck to his
forehead thanks to a
douse of bottled water
backstage.
The
smile was not a true
indication of what he
felt inside. It was
already his second
pay-per-view
appearance but the
butterflies were still
there; the nervousness
before he paraded out
from behind the
curtain for each match
had never subsided
since he had debuted
in All-Star
Championship
Wrestling.
Julian Kang was the
second participant to
make his face visible
to the sold-out crowd
as he walked to the
sounds of Stand's
“Outside”.
Guerrera and Julian
locked up and fought
for control. With
Kang’s size advantage,
Julian was able to
back Wombat into a
corner. The referee
called for a breakup
but, as Julian
untangled his limbs,
he shot a forearm into
the chest of
Guerrera. Wombat
folded an arm across
his arm and got his
air back before
following Julian to
center-ring and
getting in his face.
The
trash talk flew and
led to Kang pushing
Wombat which led to
Guerrera igniting with
a right hand to the
face of
Julian…another…another!
Kang grasped one of
the top ropes, firing
a knee into the gut of
Wombat and whipping
him to the opposite
corner. Guerrera’s
back pounded against
the padding of the
turnbuckles and he
staggered out. Julian
followed up with a
running clothesline
and immediately
grabbed Guerrera’s
legs, trying to lock
Wombat into a Boston
crab!
Guerrera fought and
fought and was able to
get his left leg
loose. He booted Kang
in the midsection.
For support Julian
backed into the ropes
while Wombat kipped up
and tried a
clothesline of his
own. This had no
effect on the Korean
who shoved Guerrera
back to the canvas.
Kang Irish whipped
Wombat to the ropes
and leapfrogged him on
the return…Wombat
stopped on a dime and
ducked a back elbow
attempt by Kang…Julian
shoved off a dropkick
attempt by Guerrera
and hooked on a front
facelock…Wombat broke
free of the DDT
attempt and threw a
wild punch at
Kang…Kang blocked and
twisted into a
hammerlock…he picked
Wombat up and took him
down to the mat with a
hammerlock
takedown…with Guerrera
on his stomach Kang
twisted 90 degrees and
grabbed Wombat’s
ankles…the Boston crab
was applied!
The
fast and furious
action had ended the
combatants adjacent to
the ropes and, to the
dismay of Julian Kang,
Wombat instantly
grabbed the bottom
one. Julian used the
full 5 count and then
stomped on the back of
Guerrera’s head.
Turning Guerrera onto
his back, Kang grabbed
the legs of Guerrera
for a catapult. The
neck of Wombat snapped
across the bottom of
the middle rope as the
move was performed!
Guerrera collapsed
across the bottom rope
as Julian exited to
the apron.
He
raised his hands and
played the crowd
before taking a quick
step and trying to
drop a knee across the
exposed head of
Guerrera! Wombat
scooted back into the
squared circle as
Kang’s knee hit the
edge of the apron and
caused him to fall to
ringside!
In
the ring, Guerrera
rubbed the back of his
head and grabbed hold
of the top rope, ready
to launch! He watched
Julian get to his feet
and then hurled
himself outside,
hitting the Pescado
Clavado!
The
fans went into an
uproar at the sight of
the slingshot body
block! Guerrera fed
off of the cheers and
climbed to the apron.
He broke into a light
jog then flipped off
of the edge of the
ring, landing a senton
across the chest of
Kang! But he wasn’t
done…
Guerrera stood right
up and followed the
attack with a standing
moonsault on the
protective mats!
Wombat had worked the
crowd into a frenzy
with his high flying
offense! Guerrera
rolled Kang back into
the ring and flung
across him for a
lateral press!
1…
2…
Kickout!
With Julian faltering
on the canvas,
Guerrera bounced off
the ropes and baseball
slid into the skull of
Kang! He tried again
but this time Julian
saw it coming and
rolled out of the
way. Wombat almost
slid out of the ring
from the missed
maneuver and this
allowed Julian to dive
at Guerrera with a
right hand. Wombat
struggled to his feet
but Julian reached out
and tripped the
luchador.
Kang was on top of
Wombat, battering him
with forearms to his
upper back. He threw
Wombat’s arm around
his neck and tried for
his finisher, the
Dereliction of Duty!
Guerrera, though,
squeezed his arm
around the neck of
Julian and used a
headlock takedown to
pin Kang’s back to the
mat! Julian raised
his arm to make sure
the referee wouldn’t
start a count and then
countered the hold by
locking his legs
around the skull of
Wombat! Guerrera
kipped out of the
submission and hopped
up onto the shoulders
of Kang as he returned
to his feet!
The
hurricanranna was
blocked and reversed
into a powerbomb!
Kang kept a hold of
Guerrera’s legs and
rolled him up into a
pin…
…1…
2…
NO!
Guerrera crept a
shoulder off of the
mat but Julian pulled
the weight of the
masked star back onto
his shoulders for
another powerbomb!
Wombat tried to stop
the maneuver,
launching a few
punches onto the
forehead of Kang.
Julian sat Guerrera
on the top rope and
forearmed him before
flinging him off of
his perch with a
slam! Wombat tried to
reach a vertical base
as quickly as possible
but ran into a
bodyslam from Kang!
Julian hit the ropes
and leaped to the
middle rope of the
opposite set…
…and the springboard
moonsault missed!
Wombat was able to
crawl out of harm’s
way! Kang gripped his
ribs in his arms and
never expected
Guerrera to hop over
him and try the same
maneuver! This time
the flying offense
connected and Guerrera
went for the pin!
1…
2…
Julian kicked out!
Guerrera helped Kang
up by the hair and
took him back down
with a suplex! Wombat
positioned Julian in a
corner and then ran to
the other side before
sprinting across the
ring with leg lariat!
His momentum carried
him over to the apron
and he climbed up to
the top turnbuckle.
The fans rose to their
feat to see the next
aerial stunt. Wombat
pleased them by
grabbing the back of
Kang’s hair and
performing a top rope
bulldog!
1…
2…
Kickout at 2 and a
half!
The
crowd went bananas at
the near fall!
Guerrera, on the other
hand, did not
celebrate. Instead he
quickly took station
on the apron. Kang
crawled to his feet
and stumbled about.
He turned towards the
ropes that Guerrera
was ready to
springboard off of and
instantaneously
constructed a game
plan.
Springboard
hurricanranna…reversed
into a THUNDEROUS
POWERBOMB!
The
mat rattled at the
impact which caused
many in attendance to
turn away from the
action.
Kang decided that one
more would do and
again bounced the head
of Wombat off of the
grayish canvas!
Julian picked up
Guerrera, locking in a
front facelock and
performing a swinging
DDT!
The
announcers speculated
that that had to be
the end of the match
as Kang made the
cover.
1…
2…
Wombat got a shoulder
up!
Kang raised a fist
into the air and
stepped out onto the
apron before heading
to the top
turnbuckle! The fans
stirred for what was
coming next and soon
their questions were
answered as Julian
flew with a frog
splash that connected
with nothing but
ring!
Wombat rolled out of
the way of the move
and slowly began to
regain his composure.
Kang slapped the mat
trying to psyche
himself back into the
match, trying to put
the pain out of his
head. And Guerrera
was heading for the
top rope as well!
Wombat signalled for
La Guillotina as he
climbed up to the top
rope, facing the
inside of the ring!
He steadied himself on
the top turnbuckle
but…
Suddenly within an
instance, stood a man
atop the entrance out
of the blue he
appeared out of
nowhere, nobody knew
who he was. A medium
skinned man, wearing a
jet black mask with a
dragon tattoo daggered
across his chest.
The fire burning in
his eyes were
visible. Wombat
turned to face the
reaction the crowd was
making and looking in
confusion at the
person of mystical
mystery.
Wombat became
distracted as the man
appeared right below
him watching Wombat
with his fiery eyes.
Wombat became
distraught as he
slipped forward into
the arms of Kang.
Julian used his
overhead belly to back
suplex to flatten
Wombat!
And he didn’t find a
way out of the
Dereliction of Duty
this time!
The 3 count was
registered leaving the
fans bewildered.
The man just looked on
as he turned around
and leaped over the
railing and exited as
slowly as he made his
presence felt.
Kang celebrated his
hard fought victory
centre ring as the
referee checked on
Guerrera.
The first thing he
would ask when he came
to was “who was that?”
No one had the answer.
Winner:
Julian Kang
Who Are You
Again?
The door to Ethan
Winters office opened
slowly. As the area
appeared, the office
was a bit of a mess,
and Winters was
looking through a
large pile of
applications. But in
walked a girl dressed
in black, with long
flowing red hair. She
stopped, and slammed
her fists on his desk…
Winters didn’t even
bother looking up.
“HELLO!!!” The girl
stood up straight.
“Whatever… call me
tomorrow.”
She didn’t move, so
finally Winters turned
toward her, still not
looking up.
“I can give you an
appointment next
Tuesday, that’s not
this coming Tuesday…
NEXT Tuesday…yep,
yep…Three, maybe four
o’clock…no, wait Make
that the Tuesday
after.”
“I want a match,
TONIGHT!”
Winters had already
turned around, facing
his files again.
“I can’t believe this,
ratings dropping, the
stars aren’t up to
shape, I've got the
bosses on my ass…what
the freakin’ hell!?
What… you’re still
here?”
“Match. Tonight. Jason
Kain.”
“Who are you again?”
He started looking
through some papers on
his desk. “Ah yes,
Jade Greene, right?"
She crossed her arms
in front of her chest
and tilted her head to
the side.
“I didn’t hire you.”
Then turned back to
his files behind the
counter. “Tell you
what, though… I’ll
give you a shot…
better than the shit I
got sitting around in
this fed anyway.
I’ll give you a match…
you win, you’re in.
Get it?”
He turned around and
started fiddling
through some papers on
his desk again.
“Who’s not fighting
tonight… ah yes, here
we are.” He paused
then looked at her.
“You’ll be facing
Jason Kain. Now get
the hell out of my
office, dammit.”
She smirked then shook
her head, then walked
out of the room as the
scene faded out.
Frustration Part 1
Surprisingly enough,
last week’s courage
was a no show for
Ivan, but his name was
surely mentioned.
Something that wasn’t
unexpected was the
announcement of an
Ivan vs. Ron Williams
match at the PPV, but
what was unforeseen
was the stipulation of
the match.
Chicken on a pole.
The winner will not
only get a damn
chicken, but will also
be holding Ivan’s
golden title.
“What the fuck would I
do with a god damn
chicken” Ivan roared
in frustration as he
sat back in his seat.
The match itself was
literally for the good
of Ron.
There was no good
thing that would come
out of it if Ivan won,
and he knew that. The
only slight positive,
would be to retain his
title, but then
another question comes
about when you ask him
what he will do with
the chicken once or
even if he gets it.
Will there be no
chicken for Ron; will
the chicken be ripped
to shreds like we know
the monster would do?
Things of this nature
can be done and with
the monster as
frustrated as he is,
it could happen in a
split second of the
start of the match.
“Hey driver we there
yet?”
Only if he’s not
compelled to miss
it...
Dante Inferno Vs
eXistenZ
It
was time for the
“friends” to do
battle.
eXistenZ made every
attempt he could to
befriend Dante Inferno
since his arrival to
ACW but Dante would
have none of it. He
was a man of few words
and had no friends; he
wanted to keep it that
way. Which led to
eXistenZ becoming
rather
irritated and pissed
off at Dante and
attacking him. Now he
was set to go one on
one with the big man
and he didn’t know
exactly what he had
got himself in to.
“With You” by Linkin
Park cuts through the
arena much to the
disapproval of the
fans. Most of the fans
couldn’t stand the
sight of eXistenZ but
he had a few loyal
followers who cheered
him on once he stepped
out from behind the
curtain on the
entrance ramp. He took
his time walking down
the ramp, in no hurry
to get in to the ring
and get the match
started.
He knew he had a hard
and long fight ahead
of him and he was in
no rush to get his ass
kicked. EXistenZ
strolled around
ringside for a few
seconds and slapped
hands with a few fans
and talked trash to a
few of his haters. He
finally stopped at the
ring steps and climbed
them ever so slowly.
Once he got to the top
he quickly entered the
ring and walked over
to his corner. He knew
there was no more
waiting, it was time
for the fight of his
life.
“I Stand Alone” by
Godsmack started up on
the loud speakers. The
fans began to boo as
they knew who was to
come out next. As
Dante Inferno made his
presence felt in the
arena the fans
continued to erupt in
boos. He quickly
stalked down the
entrance ramp with his
6’7” frame and slide
under the bottom rope.
He quickly stood up
and peered over at
eXistenZ motioning to
him it was almost time
for an ass kicking.
Dante walked over to
his corner and waited
for the ref to signal
for the bell.
Finally the ref called
for the start of the
match and it was on.
Dante and eXistenZ
both took their time
coming out of their
corners. Neither
wanted to rush his
opponent and get
caught in a trap.
EXistenZ began to
circle the ring as
Dante followed suit.
After a few more
seconds of circling
Dante stopped and
charged at eXistenZ
nailing him with a
vicious clothesline
catching the little
man off guard and
sending him straight
to the canvas.
Dante followed up the
move with a quick boot
to the gut of eXistenZ
to keep him on the
ground. Dante then
delivered a quick
elbow drop to the
sternum area of
eXistenZ.
Dante got back to his
feet and picked up
eXistenZ by the hair.
Dante looked at his
opponent for a second
then drilled him in
the face with a solid
right hand. The blow
caused eXistenZ to
wobble back a few
feet. Dante charged at
eXistenZ and attempted
another clothesline
but eXistenZ ducked
this one and delivered
a neckbreaker to
Dante.
Dante and eXistenZ
both got back to their
feet at the same time.
The neckbreaker seemed
to have little effect
on the big man this
early in the match.
Dante looked a little
annoyed at eXistenZ
and like he was about
ready to destroy him.
Dante lifted his hand
out and challenged
eXistenZ to grab it in
a show of strength. At
first eXistenZ backed
off and looked around
the arena. He was
scared to challenge
the big man, he knew
he had no chance of
winning.
The crowd started to
get pumped up and told
him to go for it so
finally eXistenZ gave
in and clinched
Dante’s hand with his
own. The two men
locked their other
hands together and
started the show of
strength. Dante easily
dominated right away
pushing eXistenZ
backwards leaning him
over. You could see
the sheer pain in
eXistenZ’s eyes from
the hold.
After a few seconds
Dante pulled eXistenZ
back forward and spit
in his face much to
the disapproval of the
crowd. Dante then let
out a slight chuckle
and a smile as
eXistenZ got a look of
anger on his face.
EXistenZ then had
enough and delivered a
kick to the groin area
of Dante causing him
to release the hold
and fall to the canvas
in pain.
The crowd was starting
to get more beyond
eXistenZ as the little
guy went to the nearby
turnbuckle and quickly
hoped up to the top.
He saluted the crowd
and dove off
attempting a splash
but Dante rolled out
of the way. Dante got
back to his feet with
a look of hatred in
his eyes. Dante
quickly picked up
eXistenZ and whipped
him in to the rope
then delivered a boot
to the face sending
eXistenZ slamming with
great impact to the
canvas. Dante then
stood over eXistenZ
and peered down at him
and spit on him.
The crowd began to boo
Dante’s actions as the
big man just stood
there looking down at
eXistenZ who was out
of it. Dante then
picked up eXistenZ by
the hair once again.
This time he started
slapping eXistenZ in
the face to bring him
back to reality. After
a few slaps eXistenZ
blocked the third
attempt and delivered
a right hand to the
face of Dante.
The blow barely moved
Dante and alls it did
was piss him off more.
Dante grabbed eXistenZ
by the throat and
lifted him up high as
he would go. The crowd
gasped as Dante held
eXistenZ over his head
for a good ten
seconds.
Finally Dante brought
eXistenZ’s body
slamming to the
canvas. The moved
looked like it knocked
eXistenZ completely
out.
Dante was just getting
warmed up as he stood
there for a second
laughing at the limp
body of eXistenZ. He
quickly walked over to
the body and kicked
eXistenZ in the side a
few times which gave
no response from
eXistenZ.
Dante then picked up
eXistenZ once again
and hauled him over to
the turnbuckle. Dante
lifted eXistenZ up on
to the turnbuckle and
slapped him in the
face a few times.
Dante then grabbed
eXistenZ around the
throat once again and
looked out at the
crowd.
The fans begin to boo
as Dante laughed a
little. He picked
eXistenZ up off the
turnbuckle by the
throat and spun him
around and delivered
another devastating
choke slam. Dante knew
the match was over so
he slowly made the
cover as the ref got
down to make the
count.
1…
2…
No! Dante lifted
eXistenZ’s head from
the mat to stop the
count. The crowd booed
as Dante picked up
eXistenZ once again.
Dante then stuck
eXistenZ between his
legs and in one quick
motion hoisted him up
and sent him slamming
back down with a
powerbomb to the
canvas.
Dante didn’t seem
happy enough with his
carnage yet, instead
of pinning eXistenZ he
picked him up once
again. This time he
hooked his arm and
lifted him up in the
air vertically.
Dante held eXistenZ
there for a few
seconds then slammed
him down with a
jackhammer suplex. The
crowd knew Dante was
just torturing and
having fun with
eXistenZ but he was
taking it too far. The
man was beat but Dante
wouldn’t pin him.
Dante then stood up
and admired his dirty
work for a second. He
knew he had the match
won but he wasn’t
ready to stop the
onslaught. Dante
walked over to
eXistenZ’s body and
proceeded to kick him
in the side a few
times.
Dante still wasn’t
quite happy with his
massacre on eXistenZ.
Dante picked up the
lifeless body one more
time and delivered a
snap DDT sending
eXistenZ right back to
the canvas. Dante then
instead of going for
the cover returned to
his feet and went to
the nearby turnbuckle.
He climbed up to the
top and sat there
perched on the
turnbuckle waiting for
eXistenZ to move. The
fans were wondering
what he was doing
because eXistenZ was
pretty much knocked
out.
Dante continued to sit
there perched on the
top turnbuckle though.
After about thirty
seconds of waiting the
crowd began to get
restless and started
chanting “boring!”.
Dante continued to
stay perched on the
turnbuckle until he
saw eXistenZ begin to
stir on the canvas. As
eXistenZ began to roll
over on to his side
Dante came flying off
the turnbuckle and
delivered a massive
splash to the side
area of eXistenZ. The
move hurt Dante just
as much as it had
eXistenZ. Both men
were lying on the
canvas not moving.
After a few seconds
Dante finally began to
move around. He got up
to one knee and looked
over at the lifeless
body of eXistenZ and
had a smile plastered
on his face. Dante
then got himself up on
two legs and walked
over to eXistenZ one
more time and picked
him up. He flung
eXistenZ in to the
corner and then
proceeded to drive his
shoulder straight in
to eXistenZ’s gut.
After a few more gut
shots he left eXistenZ
fall to the ground.
Dante then looked out
at the crowd and
smiled. The crowd
returned his gesture
with boos. Dante then
picked up eXistenZ
once again and put him
up on the top
turnbuckle. Dante then
climbed up to the
second rope and hooked
eXistenZ’s arm. He
then came flying off
with a modified top
rope brain buster
spiking eXistenZ in to
the canvas. Dante
finally decided to end
his total annihilation
of eXistenZ and laid
on top of him for the
cover. The ref got
down to make the count
much to everyone’s
displeasure.
1…
2…
3!
The crowd let out
enormous boos as Dante
stood up and had his
hand risen in victory.
He dominated from the
get go and didn’t let
up. This match wasn’t
about who won or who
lost, it was about
teaching eXistenZ a
lesson. That lesson?
To not mess with Dante
Inferno. Lesson
learned.
Winner:
Dante Inferno
Black
Cats
Scott Perry walked
backstage; he sipped
his coffee, steam
poured from inside
the polystyrene cup
filled with the hot
black coffee.
“Ahh… so good.” He
said with a sigh.
He looked over at a
man wearing an Osyrus
T-shirt. He sniggered.
“Punk.” He said before
spitting and taking a
sip of the coffee.
Scott walked further
down the hall and
turned a corner. A fan
was running
up the corridor.
“I got it mamma! I GOT
IT!” he exclaimed
whilst running toward
his mother.
“I got Geo’s autograph
mamma!”
The kid was wearing a
Geo Vacton T-shirt. He
ran in to Scott,
spilling his hot
coffee all over his
brand new white
T-shirt.
“Argh! That burns!” He
grabbed the kid by the
scruff of his neck and
dragged him back in
front of him, the kid
had tried to keep
running not even
noticing what he had
done.
“Look at me you snot
nosed punk! I’m
covered in scolding
coffee, and all you
care about is Geo
Vacation’s autograph.”
“T-that’s geo Vacton
sir.” Replied the
small child.
“Whatever. Gimme
that.” He said,
snatching the
autograph book. “Gotta
pen kid?” He asked.
“Y-yes sir.” He said,
handing the pen to
Scott Perry.
Scott opened up the
autograph book and
tore out Geo’s
autograph before
signing it with his
own name.
“There you go kid.
That will be worth
more later in life
than this crappy
autograph.” He ate the
piece of torn paper.
“Mmd MMt Md Mphh Mdt
Mrrt.” He said through
the paper in his
mouth.
“What?” the kid asked.
Scott spat out the
paper in to the kids
face; it dropped to
the floor.
“I said and get rid of
that shirt, kid.”
The kid looked down to
his Geo Vacton shirt.
“B-but I don’t wanna.”
“Yeah, life sucks.”
Scott took off his
hot, wet shirt and
tossed it on the kids
head and he walked
off. The kids mum came
over and took the
shirt from her
teary-eyed child’s
head. She gave him a
hug.
Family, the Second part of
It had been a big day
for the HAWK so far,
and it was going to
get bigger by the time
the steel was erected
at the end of the
night, but as he sat
in the back, sipping a
cup of coffee, he
watched as wrestlers
came back from the
ring, battered,
bruised, bloody, and
proud.
Only two matches had
taken place at this
point in the show, but
they were still some
of the best ACW
matches put on so far
in the last two
months, and that was
encouraging for HAWK
"Hey man...can I pull
a chair up?"
HAWK looked up,
Charlie Dunn.
"No..."
"Funny Aaron."
HAWK smiled as he took
another gulp of his
coffee, before lifting
his feet onto a
storage cart nearby,
fixing his right knee
brace as it was
digging into the side
of his leg.
"Good PPV so far
man...good work."
"So far yeah, too bad
Winters doesn't see it
that way, I don't
think he has even
watched the last two
matches, too busy with
his main men."
"Nothing you can do
about that man...just
do your job and let
him give you the
cash...simple."
"It isn't that simple
Aaron, this House Show
thing has got a lot of
the boys pretty mad,
it's small print on
their contracts."
"They should read
their contracts
then..."
HAWK got up from his
seat and threw his
coffee cup in the
trash as he walked
back over to Dunn.
"Listen man, let
Winters do whatever
the fuck he wants, as
the end of the day,
everyone knows who the
brains behind this
operation
are...Jimmy!"
"Fuck you!"
As the duo chuckled at
one another, they
paused for a moment,
wondering if it would
ever be the same after
tonight, that's how
much was on stake...
Dilly Dawg Vs Fate
lingOd
Everyone knows what
went down last week
with fate ling0d
kidnapping Dilly Dawg
from his match.
Everyone knows that
Dilly Dawg now has
"fate" carved into his
chest, and has
recently been stitched
up. A huge shining
mark of black and blue
still remains on the
eye of Dilly Dawg, but
there is only one
thing on his mind.
"Revenge.." And with
that being said, "Tao
of the Machine" by The
Roots played in the
arena and out stepped
the bandaged chest,
the black eyed, and
the legendary mask
itself. Dilly Dawg
stepped out to a roar
from the fans but he
knew he'd need more
than that to win the
match. He stepped into
the ring and raised
his hands in the air,
until his heart
dropped.
"Otherworld" by Nobuo
Uemetsu played in the
arena and the lights
in the arena turned
black, blue strobe
lights appear and out
comes fate ling0d with
a microphone in hand.
He walked down to the
end of the ramp with
the crowd screaming
profanity his way.
fate shrugged it off
as the lights returned
and the music stopped.
fate placed his lips
onto the microphone
and began his speech.
"Well Dilly, I see you
did a nice decorating
job on your chest. Why
don't you reveal to
everyone your
obsession with me,
'fate'? It don't
matter though. I came
down here to first
change something that
I said in the past 2
weeks. I don't want
this to go on for 2 or
3 matches and just
end. I want to make
you suffer, feel my
pain, the '7 days of
fate'. Therefore, I'd
like to ask you to
participate in the
'Best of 7 series'
with me. The winner of
the matches get to
pick a stipulation and
announce it before the
match. Do you accept
sir?"
Dilly looked around
for a moment and
pondered. He shook his
head in an accepting
way.
"Glad you accept this.
Now time for this
match to get under
way, but first, I'll
explain the rules. It
is a anything goes
match, with falls
count anywhere. Got it
Dilly, if you don't,
I'll show you.."
fate threw down the
microphone and charged
into the ring and
chased Dilly Dawg into
the corner, where he
was met with a big
boot to the face that
sent him to the mat.
fate stood up and met
Dilly eye to eye and
there was a quiet
stare down until Dilly
Dawg unleashed his
anger and fury into a
riot of punches to
fate.
fate responded by
ducking it back out
with him, but Dilly
took advantage right
away. Dilly staggered
fate with a haymaker
and picked him up for
a vertical suplex to
the mat. Dilly Dawg
jumped on top of fate
and began punching in
the face and fate just
accepted it. Dilly
stopped after
realizing that fate's
eyes were not open and
examined him if he was
ok, he didn't want to
kill him.
Blood was then spat up
by fate into Dilly's
face, and Dilly
covered his face, but
not before fate landed
a quick punch to the
mouth.
Dilly Dawg rolled onto
his stomach and knees
and stopped holding
his mouth, blood came
dripping out. fate
wiped his mouth and
stood up awaiting
Dilly, while Dilly
began to wipe off his
face from all the
blood. fate gave Dilly
a sadistic look and
strutted towards
Dilly. Dilly threw a
punch towards fate and
clocked him right in
the eye, but this did
nothing to fate. fate
grabbed Dilly's throat
and held it tight...
fate pulled his left
arm back far and
punched Dilly Dawg
right in his bruised
eye and knocked him
over the ropes. fate
soon followed by
sliding under the
ropes to find the
damaged Dilly Dawg
laying on his stomach.
fate grabbed a chair
while Dilly Dawg
struggled to stand up
by using the guard
rails next to him.
Dilly stood up, turned
around, and got met
with a chair shot to
the face.
The fans figured this
as being fake, but it
wasn't to both fate
and Dilly, who are
both putting their
body, minds, and soul
on the line in this
first of seven
matches. This is not
fake, this is a real
shoot fight.
Dilly Dawg fell but
his arms hung on the
guard rail, supporting
him so he hasn't fell
down completely yet.
You can see that
Dilly's right eye is
so swollen he can't
even see out of it,
that's how hard fate
hit him. fate took the
chair once again, and
hit Dilly Dawg in the
chest to try and break
his ribs.
You could hear the air
just leaving Dilly
when that chair made
contact, but the fans
didn't know. fate
stripped off the
bandages off of
Dilly's chest, as he
revealed 'fate' in
stitches.
fate looks at it in
amazement at his
artwork he did with
his name. fate slowly
rubs the stitches and
grabbed some with his
fingers and yanked
them right out. Dilly
Dawg screams in pain
and gets out of his
resting position and
begins unloading
punches on fate and
spearing him into the
post.
fate nails his head
hard on the post and
seemed to black out
but it was too late
anyways, Dilly Dawg
began unleashing a
fury of punches to his
face. Blood began
pouring from Dilly's
chest, face, and hand
from this brutal match
up so far, but its far
from over and he knows
it.
Dilly Dawg got off of
fate and picked him up
and threw him into the
guard rail. Dilly
picked up a chair and
swung it towards fate
and cracked him in the
side of the head to
knock him right over.
As can be seen, Dilly
Dawg is in extreme and
decides its time for
him to attempt to get
out of the match and
turns fate right over.
He hooks a leg and the
referee counts.. One,
two.. Kick out at two
by fate, who somehow
makes a miraculous
recovery.
Dilly Dawg though,
just laid on fate's
chest because he
couldn't move, he's in
too much pain. fate
laid there as well,
quite dazed from what
has taken place. After
a good moment, fate
ling0d began to move
and rolled Dilly Dawg
off of him, who was
clutching his head.
fate stood up and
grabbed his head in
pain and stumbled
right over into the
guard rail. fate
managed to stand right
over Dilly Dawg and
hovered there for a
second. A sick smile
came over his face and
immediately he
wrenched his fist up
high and threw it down
with unbelievable
force.
All that could be
heard was the sick
sound of flesh on
flesh contact which
made the whole arena
tremble. Dilly's head
was completely rocked
as fate made contact
with Dilly's forehead.
Dilly's head bounced
up and down for quite
a bit, and after the
punch, Dilly didn't
make one movement.
fate smiled and hooked
the leg of Dilly.
One.. Two.. Three..
fate laid right on
Dilly's chest still
and unhooked his leg.
fate put his ear right
on Dilly's chest and
gave a frown. You
could see fate's lips
move, "he's still
alive", which didn't
make fate very happy.
fate then moved up
towards Dilly's head
and saw the blood all
over and then looked
at himself.
fate stuck out his
tongue and licked the
blood right off of
Dilly's eye, which was
already swollen up
over, similar to that
of Rocky.
"Otherworld" by Nobuo
Uemetsu began playing
in the arena and the
referee didn't get a
chance to raise fate's
hand because, fate was
already walking up the
ramp holding Dilly's
body over his
shoulder.
Winner:
Fate lingOd
Frustration Part 2
"Where
is he Andearas?
Where the fuck is he?"
Who was Winters
talking about?
ICU of course.
THE ACW TV Champion,
who had no showed last
week, and now he was
looking as if he was
going to no show at
the biggest show so
far in ACW's history.
Ethan had put all his
eggs in more or less 3
baskets.
Osyrus
ICU
SilverHAWK, even
though he would never
admit it.
To have one of your
three egg carrier's
not turn up for the
second week in a row,
isn't good business,
but as a sigh was
heard, and the
clapping of a phone
closing.
There
was…he had just
entered the building
more frustrated than
Ethan could ever be.
The driver had made
not one, not two, but
more then three wrong
turns before he
finally found the
arena.
“What a bunch of
shit…no time to
prepare…no time to
chill…just time to put
him out of his
misery.”
Ivan said walking
through the corridor
with only 5 minutes
until the action began
The
Introduction
Pt 2
“RUAH~!” Russa
screamed backstage. He
was excited about the
debut he had made
earlier in the evening
in the ACW. He walked
around, looking at all
the unfamiliar faces
around him.
There had to be
someone backstage that
he would recognize, at
least someone. He knew
he would get people to
look at him if
continued to scream
things that made no
sense.
That’s exactly what he
kept on doing.
“RUAH~!”
He stopped walking for
a second and placed
his hands on his hips.
Right over there, that
had to be Jason Kain
from ukw! Russa almost
had the nerve to walk
over
to him and say hello.
“Ah, Kain, I remember
him. We sure were
MiSFiTS back than. But
I had to grow up and
look at what I have
become. I am the ukw
Hardway Champion and
this has got to
impress someone around
here.”
He knew just the man
he was going to have
to impress.
He stopped just
outside a door and
looked up at the
nameplate on the door.
Ethan Winters.
Russa took a deep
breath and knocked on
the door.
There was no answer.
Big sigh of relief
“You know what? I
think I’ll come back
later. Besides, maybe
he’ll look a little
happier next week?”
ACW Television
Championship
ICU (c) Vs Ron
Williams
For a so called Psycho
wrestler, ICU was out
of his league and
totally out of his
depth…in the deadly
Chicken on a Pole
Match!
Winters had made the
stipulation more or
less to piss ICU off,
who didn’t even bother
to show his face on
the last show, as for
Ron Williams, he HAD
to win. He didn’t care
about the TV Title, he
only cared for the
chicken.
So as breakOUT came
back from a small
break, which had a
promo of the next
Courage, as ticket
sales were not going
to good, the bell rang
as the fans at home
got back to their seat
to watch the most
brutal match that
would ever be.
Chop by Williams
Chop by ICU (oh the
ripples!)
Chop by Williams as he
slapped and chopped
ICU into the corner
and then Irish whipped
him to the other
corner of the ring,
and then attempted to
run across to the
other side…which was a
feat in itself and he
then hit ICU with a
flattening type thing,
very sloppy was all it
could be described,
and as Ron picked ICU
and slammed him to the
mat, the fans in
attendance were
begging him not to go
to the second rope,
but he did, this could
be Murder…
However as he was
climbing to the second
rope, ICU took a hold
of his wrestling
shorts and pulled him
off the top rope,
before sticking the
boot in a few times to
all over Williams’
body. ICU looked up at
the chicken and didn’t
really know what to
do, should he go for
it? Should he wait?
Should he just go home
right now?
He chose the second
option.
He picked Williams up
and whipped him
against the ropes and
as the overweight Brit
came slogging back at
him, he unleashed a
thunderous clothesline
which nearly sent the
cellulite out of
Williams’ body.
This was never going
to be a classic, but
as least ICU was
trying to injure
Williams’ in some way,
there was justice in
the wrestling world.
ICU motioned over to
the pole, but the
sheer thought of ICU
touching his rubber
friend put a new lease
of life into Ron
Williams, as he leap,
well got up, and
charged ICU into the
turnbuckle, face
first, before he put
him to the mat with a
neckbreaker.
Williams then went for
the pin!
“Bollocks!”
“It’s a pole match
Ron…” the referee told
Ron.
“Your Mother…”
Ron got to his feet
and then tried to
reach the chicken, but
he couldn’t reach. He
had managed to get to
the first turnbuckle
as ICU pummelled his
back with some hard
forearms, before he
belly-to-flab suplexed
Williams to the mat,
the ring almost giving
way with the weight of
the two men hitting
the mat so hard. As
both men got to their
feet in rather
sluggish fashion, they
exchanged right hands
as the fight began to
swing both ways, but
as ICU began to get
the better of the
exchange, the fans got
on his back and after
he slammed William’s
face into the
turnbuckle for the
third time, he turned
around a looked around
him, before slamming
William’s head off the
turnbuckle once again.
ICU walked over to the
pole and climbed to
the second turnbuckle,
but as he was just
about to rip the
chicken’s head off the
pole, Williams charged
at him, and stuck his
head through ICU’s
legs.
ELECTRIC CHAIR!
ICU crashed to the mat
and instantly held the
back of his head and
neck as Ron got to his
feet, after being a
bit shaky from the
impact. Ron moved over
to the pole and
climbed up it, and as
he fingered the
chicken (no…) he came
so close to pulling it
from it’s peg, before
ICU kicked through
Ron’s legs…and hit his
“bollocks”.
It was a thunderous
shot, which left Ron
immobile for a decent
about of time, enough
time that was for ICU
to climb the ropes and
pull that chicken down
from it’s peg. ICU
held the chicken in
the air, one of the
most embarrassing
moments of his life
surely and as he
dropped to the mat and
was given his TV
Title, he looked at
the pathetic Ron
Williams and laughed,
as he called for a
microphone.
“You know what Ron,
you actually gave a
decent account for
yourself there…a lot
better than some of my
opponents, but the
fact of the matter is
this, you aren’t in
good enough shape to
take my title off me,
even the fact that you
would be fighting for
your prize chicken
couldn’t give you that
extra edge.
Now I have your
precious chicken in my
hands…”
ICU looked at the
exhausted Williams and
asked for a chair to
be brought it, he
opened the chair up
and left it for
Williams to sit on…
“I’m feeling generous
tonight Ron…I’m
feeling good.
There is only one
thing that you have to
answer…do you want
this chicken back?”
The fans popped as Ron
nodded excitingly…he
leap out of his chair
and pleaded for the
chicken to be returned
to him, and as ICU
looked at the crowd,
and then looked at the
rubber object, he
placed the chicken in
Ron’s hands, and as he
was about to clutch at
it…
Took it away!
“Go away loser…”
WHAM!
A drop toe hold onto
the open chair gave
Williams a timely
reminder just how
brutal this man was,
and as ICU was about
to leave the ring, he
took another look at
the poor excuse of a
man. Walking over to
him, the fans booing
increased, but it was
never going to change
his decision.
ICU took the chicken.
Placed it in his
teeth.
And YANKED….
Ripping the head of
the chicken right off,
and then he spat it
into the crowd, and
young boy catching it
and then throwing it
away as he realised
saliva was all over
it.
As he placed the
beheaded chicken on
Williams’ back, it was
a reminder to the
whole of the ACW
roster…he will kill…he
will even behead you.
ICU remained supreme,
even when he was
pushed against a wall,
firmly pushed.
Winner:
ICU
Frustration Part 3
Breakout night, for
some, was all about
winning matches they
least expect to win.
Ivan was never one to
win the big matches,
but he did the job
tonight
Ivan walked in the
back frustrated as
hell. His night
started with
frustration and ended
nothing slight of
change. He arrived
late, and just
wrestled in one of the
most embarrassing
matches of his life.
Regardless of the
match there was one
man who had pestered
him all day.
A man no one had a
clue of.
Not even Ivan knew who
this person was, but
he had seen him in the
airport, at a ringside
seat, and all this
time the man was
taking notes of him.
“What the hell are you
doing down here?” Ivan
screamed.
The man had a business
suit on and his shiny
new watch with pencil
and paper in hand as
if he was taking notes
on Ivan. Notes of the
match perhaps, which
could lead to a
recruitment of some
kind, but why would
Ethan even allow that
to happen to one of
his best products, he
wouldn’t dare give him
up that easy.
“Excuse me sir but I
was watching your last
match…” The strange
man said but nothing
else as that got the
attention of Ivan as
his head snapped up to
take one glimpse of
the man and then his
arm triggered and he
took the man by the
throat squeezing it in
aggression.
His head began to
twitch to the side
glaring into the man’s
eyes. The only thing
the man could do was
fight to get a breath
of fresh air as his
face was turning red.
“Who the fuck are
you?!” Ivan roared
with a deep tone of
voice as if the
monster was series.
“I..Jus..Wan…To…” The
man tried to get a
full sentence in but
his air going through
his lungs was slowly
diminishing as the
grip was tightening.
Ivan then threw the
worthless man a
crossed the hall into
the concrete wall. A
thud was her as the
man hit the wall
crashing to the ground
holding his neck and
back gaining every
breath he can before
Ivan could grab him
again.
“I don’t think I
stuttered…Now who the
fuck are you…” Ivan
wasn’t backing down
and wasn’t about to
take his eye off the
ball this time.
The man was out of air
and was trying quickly
to gain it back but
every time he spoke it
just came out with
air. No tone in the
voice just air as it
escaped his lungs and
sucked back in just as
quick.
“Well get this
straight…This monster
is on rampage…You have
just embarked on
something you can not
finish. You have made
me pissed off and
that’s something no
one does.
You don’t step into my
business and try to
fuck things up for me
by more or less
stalking me. So now
I’ll tell you one last
thing before I let you
go...Don’t let me
don’t let me catch you
in my eyesight again
or a murder may take
place.”
Ivan then kicked him
in the stomach for one
last kick so his
revitalization
wouldn’t be for a
great while, and it
was a warning to never
be seen again.
Jason Kain Vs Jade
The camera panned
around the arena as
the music from last
week started up. The
crowd Didn’t know what
to expect, but when
Jade walked out, the
crowd cheered wildly.
She stopped before the
ring and started
tapping her foot,
waiting for Jason Kain
to walk out.
Suddenly the PA
exploded with the riff
of “El Distortio de
Musica” while the
crowd chanted “Jason
Sucks, Jason Sucks!”
The entryway curtain
flapped to the side as
Kain stepped through,
unzipping his mouth
and yelling
obscenities at the
crowd.
Jade pointed at Kain
and pointed to the
ring, yelling “RIGHT
NOW!” Kain sneered
and walked up to her,
stopping in front of
her, staring coldly.
She put her hands on
her hips for a moment,
nodding smugly, then
pointed at the ring
sternly glaring at
Kain. Kain growled
then rolled into the
ring.
She climbed in and
crossed her arms in
front of her chest.
Kain pulled off his
shirt, then cracked
his knuckles yelling
to the ref, “Let get
this over with!” The
bell rang and Kain
rushed in hard with a
hard spear, shoving
Jade to the mat and
holding her down as
the ref tried to pull
him off for using an
illegal hold.
Kain shook his hand at
the ref, then climbed
off of her, yanking
her to her feet by her
arm. He kicked her in
the stomach and gave
her a double
underhook, tossing her
overhead in a perfect
underhook suplex.
Pulling her up, he
attempted a reverse
suplex, but she
flipped over him
surprising the crowd
as the “ooohed” then
placed a carefully
aimed dropkick to the
back of his head,
sending him over the
rope and tumbling to
the ground.
The ref starts up a
count, but Kain rushed
back into the ring and
glared at her. She
taunted him, smirking
then Kain shoved her
back then hit her with
a hard running
clothesline. She got
back up, smirking
again and telling him
to bring it on. He
rushed after her
again, but this time
she was ready,
swinging him to the
mat with a hard arm
drag, then flipping
back in a standing
moonsault and hooking
the leg for a pin
attempt…
1…
2…
KICKOUT
Kain shoved her off
with emphasis, then
grabbed her around the
waist, yanking her
over with a
belly-to-belly,
slamming her to the
mat, then, yanking her
to her feet again,
pulled her into a
stalling vertical
suplex… the crowd
counted the seconds…
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7…
8…
9…
10…
Then with a foot out,
dropped her hard. He
sneered, then zippered
his mouth, climbing to
the second
turnbuckle. He set up
for a hard elbow, but
she rolled out at the
last second sending
Kain crashing to the
mat, holding his elbow
in pain. She pulled
Kain to his feet, then
smacked him hard,
leaving him screaming
at her through his
zippered mouth. She
threw a kick at him
but he caught it… but
she countered his
counter with a hard
swinging Enziguiri.
Kain pushed himself to
his feet, but was
caught off guard with
a running reverse
bulldog from Jade,
which she then popped
to her feet and
dropped a short leg
drop, swinging over
for another cover…
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Kain once again shoved
his way out, and
looked at her
angrily. He kicked
her in the gut, the
bounced off the ropes
hitting a nice
flip-over face first
neckbreaker. He
kicked to over to her
back, and dropped a
short elbow to her
neck and held for the
cover…
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
She got her shoulder
up, as Kain stood up
shaking his head in
disbelief. She
coughed as she tried
getting to her feet,
but Kain grabbed her
by her hair.
Unzipping his mouth,
he started speaking to
her as she virtually
choked in front of
him.
Suddenly a hard kick
to the groin made him
let go and he wobbled
over to the ropes, but
she jumped to the
turnbuckle, jumping up
with a her patented
“Jaded Skies”
hurricanranna flipping
him over the ropes to
the outside…
Kain rushes to his
feet as the ref starts
the count. Kain
starts yelling at
Jade, as she walks
over and calls for a
microphone.
1…
2…
3…
“What the hell is your
problem, Jae!” She
looks at him.
“You’ve lost your
concentration since
our days at uKw.
What’s up?
You turning into a
bitch?”
4…
5…
6…
The crowd starts
laughing as the ref
continues his count.
But Kain slides in
before the 8 count,
and snatches the mic
away from her.
“I thought you said
you’d be her through
thick and thin…
suddenly after that
last night at the pub,
when that stupid piece
of…” He holds himself
back for a moment,
“when that guy, Red
O’Brian, trashed the
place… you vanished.
You said I’d see you
again…. And what
happened? NADA! You
disappeared, you
walked away from me…
I sent letters, I
called, and you were
nowhere!”
She looked at him
astonished by the
notion of her leaving
him. She shook her
head in amazement the
yanked the mic away
from him, for her own
tirade.
“You ignorant little
man! Jason, I went
out of my way to find
where you were and get
in there too! As a
matter of fact, your
boss wouldn’t let me
in! Finally I just
walked into the arena
and forced my way
through the door. I
even got this match
against you so I could
talk to you face to
face… but instead I
come here to find
you’re hiding your
face behind that
mask!?
You weren’t ever the
one to hide yourself,
not after you finally
found yourself! Now I
ask you, when have I
EVER deserted you?
Hell even after that
MiSFiTs run in uKw
fell apart, I, yes I,
stood next to you. I
was the one always
around, and if I had
my way, we would have
been the top!
Hell, we still can, we
have a second chance
here, baby… and
you’re just not
thinking with your
head on straight. You
don’t have to hide
behind a hood, and you
don’t have to think I
abandoned you.”
Kain turned away from
her and pulled the
mask out of the
corner, looking at
it. He walked over to
her and took the mic
back for the last
time.
“I still love you, mon
chere… but you know
how my life has been.
You know that it’s
hard for me to trust…
I wasn’t hiding from
THEM, I was hiding
from myself… maybe
from the fact that I
thought you left
because of my face. I
hid it, and you came
back.
I thought you didn’t
want my face, and
that’s why when you
came back I went off
the handle. But don’t
expect me to lose this
mask… if you didn’t
know, the pieces of it
are like pieces of
me. It’s weird, but
maybe by getting to my
roots maybe I can be
the main-eventer I was
before. I can be the
big time again.”
He started to put his
mask on, but Jade
grabbed him and turned
him around, hooking
his arm and flipping
over him dropping him
with a hard angel
cutter, otherwise
known as the Jewel
Cutter. She straddled
him and looked at him,
kissing him long and
hard, then smiling at
him, started kissing
him again. The crowd
went wild, and then
ref suddenly realized
the match was still
on. He dropped down,
counting…
1…
2…
but they rolled over,
still kissing as the
crowd continued
cheering… Jade on the
ground now, as the
public show of
affection continued…
1…
2…
but again they rolled
over as she stopped
and stared at him…
1…
2…
3…!!!!
Jade stands up, and
Kain looked a little
confused as he got to
his feet, and the
crowd continued
cheering. When the
ref went to raise
Jade’s he she yanked
it away then jumped
Kain again… and the
crowd cheered wildly
again… suddenly the
lights went out and
the PA squealed,
before an unfamiliar
voice sounded over the
system.
“Love Stinks.”
When the lights came
back on, Jade and Kain
stood there looking
around, as the only
thing left in the
center of the ring was
a Bible… on fire.
Winner: Jade
Changes
As he stepped out into
the ramp way, the
burning of the heat he
received filled him
with joy. He never
thought we would have
liked being a hated
man, let's face it, he
was an egotistical
bastard with
everything going right
for him since day one,
the expression "silver
spoon" came to mind
every time you seen
his face.
His walk, his little
smile, the little look
over his Ł150
shades...everything
was there to
say..."hey, hate me".
So people did...
"It doesn't seem that
long ago when Osyrus
won the ACW World
Title, it doesn't seem
that long at all, and
to think that many
people said that first
and foremost, he
couldn't handle the
pressure of being the
Champion in a new
federation.
Look at the facts
people, numerous title
defences, and yet
nobody challenged him.
Hell even the big star
SDL couldn't touch big
O, he is
untouchable...just
like his boss.
Unlike his boss
however, Osyrus still
has a lot to learn,
unlike me.
Already, in two
months, I have taken
this federation from a
travelling circus, to
being a respected and
highly powered money
machine, and it will
get even better for
you FANS very soon.
Tonight I am
announcing that we
will have an extra 10
house shows dates
available for your
fans to come and see
us, these will be non
televised events, but
there will be
highlights on each
Courage afterwards.
Every single ACW
wrestler will be
there, and before I
heard any nonsense,
they have all signed
to be there, so I
don't want to hear any
of the sheets spout
any rubbish about an
ACW second string
showing up, that will
not be the case.
Now it seems to me,
that lately, I have
not been given the
respect that I
deserve. Yes I know
that that is a hard
pill to swallow for
some of you, but it's
true, and I'm ashamed
to say that it has
been from some of my
own employee's,
therefore I am going
to get a team to sort
them out, tonight."
With a click of his
fingers, ERA, the US
Champion and Dante
Inferno walked down to
the ring. Dante didn't
even look remotely
tired from his match
earlier in the night,
which was quite
impressive. Both men
slipped into the ring
and stood beside their
boss, like he was an
army general.
"Wrestlers have got to
realise that they are
not the whole
federation...looks at
Steve Williams, he
thought that he was
bigger than the
company, and now the
WWE is still going on
with or without him,
and that has got to
get into some of the
thick skulls of the
ACW roster.
FROM NOW ON, ACW
wrestlers will be
present at every
single event, even if
they are not booked,
and even if they are
injured.
ACW wrestlers will be
present at the arena
at 10am, even the show
doesn't go live till
10pm that night, they
will be here at 10am,
or they will be fined.
ACW wrestlers will
listen to everything
that I SAY from now
on, as if it was the
bible, if they don't
listen to what I say,
they will be punished
SEVERELY."
WHAM~!
The whole arena got to
their feet in shock as
ERA was taken off his
from a thunderous
clothesline from
Dante, who stood over
the US Champion and
began to hit him with
hard right hands to
the cranium.
"See this guy
here..."I can't come
to the show this week
boss...I'm sick", let
me get this straight,
I don't give a fuck if
you are dying, you
turn up to ACW shows
and you don't give me
bullshit excuses!
I've had too many
people piss over me in
the last few weeks,
and it stops NOW, and
if ANYONE pisses me
off in the near
future, they will find
themselves sleeping
with the fucking
fishes, at the hands
of my new wrecking
ball, Dante Inferno!
I'll tell you another
thing too, look in
your programs...if you
were not to cheap and
bought one. Now what
is the next match?
The Main Event...
What is that you say?
"Erm...Mr. Winters, it
says KaGe Vs. Teddy
Legend?"
WRONG
As of this morning,
both of them are
fired...and I am going
to tell you why. Many
people in this
business come here and
expect the best, and
many people are
expected the best of
them. KaGe and Teddy
in my opinion came
here with some big
pedigree's, and they
failed to live up to
the hype.
I'm not going to pay
people millions of
dollars a year to have
shitty little matches
each and every week.
If I pay the best, I
want the best, and to
be honest, those two
were not worthy of the
cost of this suit,
never mind a million
dollar contracts. Hit
him again Dante."
Dante picked ERA up
and slammed him to the
mat with a huge
jacknife powerbomb,
which sent shivers
through the ring as
Winters looked down
and picked up the US
Title.
"See this...anyone who
wants a piece of this
belt, put your name on
the sheet at the back,
for the US Title
Tournament that will
start next Sunday on
Courage.
You think you can win
this title, then show
me what you are worth,
even if you are out of
contract with another
federation or what.
You think you are good
enough?
Come and get it..."
Family, the third part of
It had became a ritual
in the Jones' house
hold, but tonight,
there was a little
more tension than
usual. As HAWK placed
the money in the phone
box, and punched in
the number, he recited
in his head what he
was going to say to
his wife, but when she
answered, that speech
feel away...
"Hey babe...how is he
doing?"
"John is doing alright
Aaron, he and I will
be a lot better after
this match is done, I
will tell you that
much..."
"Won't we all..."
HAWK signed as he
stroked his beard and
his crew cut hair,
handing his head low
against the phone box.
"Listen...I know that
I've put you through a
lot of crap over the
last 10 years, but I
promise, if anything
happens here tonight,
that'll be it. I want
to see my son grow up,
I want to play ball
with him, go to his
first football game,
and I want to do all
that not rolling about
in a wheelchair. So if
anything happens, I'm
coming home for
good..."
"Aaron, you know just
as well as me that you
can't do that, you
have too much
pride...2 seconds."
HAWK rubbed his eyes
as the other end of
the phone was dropped
to the floor and then
picked up again, HAWK
raised a smile as he
heard the heavy
breathing on the other
side.
"What's up little
man..."
"Daddy?"
"Yep. You mum not
giving you too many
candy now is she?"
"Erm...no...well..."
HAWK began to laugh as
he heard the other
side of the phone
laughing...
"Listen little man,
you know that me and
Osyrus are just going
to have fun tonight
don't you? We are just
playing with each
other...you know that
OK?"
"Yeah...bye daddy."
"Bye..."
"You be careful OK?
Love you..."
"I will, I love you
too..."
TRIPLE CAGE
ACW World Heavyweight
Championship
Osyrus (c) Vs
SilverHAWK
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destiny
The inevitable or
necessary fate to
which a particular
person or thing is
destined; one's lot.
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If there was one man
who through the course
of ACW, DESERVED to be
the very first ACW
World Champion, it
would have been Aaron
Jones, other words
known as SilverHAWK,
but due to other
circumstances, it was
not to be. Instead,
"rookie of the year"
material, Osyrus, took
the World Title in
what was to be a
rather shabby
Tournament that was
held at the start of
the Winters era.
Since that day, Osyrus
had never really been
tested for his title.
His match up with SDL
was a major let down,
as the former jOlt
star was no where near
the standard needed,
and after that,
Osyrus' only other
title defence was last
week, against
Luchador, Wombat
Guerrera, whom he beat
by a narrow margin.
The war between Osyrus
and SilverHAWK has
been brewing since
ACW's first week, were
Winters made sure that
both men would stay
far apart, as to not
ruin Osyrus' chances
of capturing the
title.
As SilverHAWK captured
the US Title from ICU
at
Relentless he was
then given a harsh
blow from Winters and
his newly formed
stable, Winters INC.
Lead by Osyrus, who
seemed to enjoy the
fan favourite bleeding
on the mat, they more
or less handed the
title to ERA, whom
also joined The INC.
After becoming a
throne in Osyrus'
egotistical side,
their minor feud till
now will turn to an
epic one, as both
Osyrus and SilverHAWK
will meet one another
for the first time,
one on one. As Osyrus
announced the Triple
Cage stipulation last
week, he thought he
had got one over on
the veteran wrestler,
but SilverHAWK has had
experience in nearly
every match ever
made...and a small one
at Triple Cage.
He was a special guest
announcer at the last
one in an ACW arena,
and he infact got in
the ring and help
Danny Cambozy defeat
his arch nemeses The
Angel, at the very
start of his ACW
career. He would then
go on to fight in the
Hell In The Cell, the
very first ACW version
just months after the
WWF version...
Soulfly
seek'n'destroy
GAME ON
SilverHAWK burst
through the curtain to
an amazing pop from
the sell-out crowd in
Utah. Dressed in his
knee length wrestling
shorts, as usual,
black boots, and a
hooded top. As he
stood at the top of
the ramp, he looked to
the ring, and the mesh
that surrounded the
ring, he then looked
to the top of the
tree...as the
glistening belt hung,
30lbs of Gold, just
waiting to be
snatched.
He couldn't wait.
He jogged down to the
ring, clapping a few
hands of fans and then
went through the door
and then climbed the
turnbuckle as posed
for a few pictures, as
he then took his
hooded top off, and
through it under the
ring, as he jumped on
the spot, awaiting the
arrival, of the
"Champion".
'Born with Nothing,
Die With Everything'
Papa Roach.
The Champion.
Everyone in the arena
turned to the entrance
way...as Osyrus' tron
video appeared on the
screen, a video which
started with a glimmer
of the ACW World
Title...or "his title"
as it said on the
video. As HAWK awaited
the Champions arrival,
he strode up and down
in the ring and then
left and right, he was
becoming impatient.
"This cunt better not
no-show."
He showed, from under
the ring as he
attacked HAWK from
behind with a
clothesline, true
Champion style. Osyrus
clobbered HAWK in the
back of the head with
hard right hands as
the whole arena began
to boo, as the referee
closed the door shut,
both men's fate sealed
in a steel cage.
Osyrus pulled HAWK to
his feet and then
Irish whipped him to
the ropes, HAWK was
still a little groggy
from the back attack,
and he could do
nothing as Osyrus
smashed him up against
the corner with a
flying splash.
Osyrus then dragged
HAWK into the middle
of the ring, and
suplexed him to the
mat with some
severity. After a few
kicks to his opponents
chest, Osyrus then
looked around the cage
for a decent route to
the top, but as he
went back to work on
HAWK, he was kicked in
the gut and then a
hard uppercut sent
Osyrus on his back.
Both men then got to
their feet, and as
HAWK whipped Osyrus to
the ropes, Osyrus
reversed the move and
sent HAWK to the other
side. Attempted kick
by HAWK was caught by
Osyrus who then spun
HAWK around 360
degrees and then swung
his right arm for a
clothesline, which was
ducked by SilverHAWK,
SilverHAWK tried a
clothesline of his
own, missed, but as
Osyrus turned around
his smashed Osyrus in
the face with a arm
take down clothesline.
Osyrus however began
to roll out the ring,
and was soon followed
by HAWK, who wanted to
keep up this good
start, after the shot
from the back by the
Champion. HAWK rammed
Osyrus off the steel
mesh and then picked
him up by his
wrestling attire, and
through him up against
the steel again,
Osyrus just bouncing
off the steel cage.
HAWK then took Osyrus
by the head and then
slung him into the
ring, as Osyrus rolled
into the middle of the
ring.
HAWK then looked under
the ring for anything
that may be of use,
and then pulled out
one of the biggest
ladders ever seen in
ACW, but as he picked
it up, and tried to
place it in the ring,
Osyrus ran off the
ropes and baseball
slid into the ladder,
causing it to bounce
off of HAWK in the
process.
Osyrus then slid out
of the ring, kicking
the ladder out of his
head, and then began
to scrape HAWK's face
off of the mesh,
trying to prize his
forehead open.
However, with a jerk
back of his left arm,
and an elbow targeted
at Osyrus' face, HAWK
managed to scramble
free of the World
Champion, before
whipping him into the
ring post.
Osyrus was then thrown
back into the ring,
and HAWK followed...
After stomping on
Osyrus' ribcage, and a
few punches to the
face, Osyrus had been
backed up into the
corner of the ring,
where HAWK began to
slap Osyrus in the
chest, receiving the
now customary "woo"
from the fans.
HAWK whipped Osyrus to
the other side and
then baseball slid out
of the ring, pulling
Osyrus's legs in the
process, he was going
to crush little O, but
before HAWK knew it,
the Champion pulled
his legs back and he
connected with the
ring post.
Osyrus got out of the
ring, and slid a chair
into the centre of it,
and then jumped back
in, erecting the
ladder in the corner
of the ring, looking
to go up to the next
tier already, but as
Osyrus was just about
to climb the first
step, HAWK was in the
ring, and as the two
met, and a belly to
belly suplex put both
men on the mat.
Both men got to their
feet, but it was HAWK
who hit first, with a
stinging right hand to
the champions face,
HAWK then looked back,
before smiling in
Osyrus face, and then
whipping him into the
ladder which then fell
on top of the Champion
as he lay on the mat,
after impact.
HAWK was now
officially on a roll!
For the first time
anywhere in ACW, a
wrestler had
constantly beaten
Osyrus to the punch,
as the champ pushed
the ladder off the top
of him… slowly getting
back to his feet. HAWK
was stunned seeing the
comeback Osyrus was
trying to make… He
wouldn’t let this
momentum slip away so
easily.
HAWK ran toward the
ropes with good speed
as he bounced back
quickly toward Osyrus,
but was taken down
rather abruptly with a
chop block to the left
knee cap. As HAWK laid
on the mat, writhing
in pain, the worse
possible thing had
just happened… Osyrus
was back in control.
The Shooter
just stares down at
him, stomping away on
his left knee
viciously. The champ
reaches down and
synchs in a half crab
on SilverHawk… pulling
back as hard as he
can, trying inflict as
much punishment as
possible, so he can be
the one to regain his
precious title dangly
high above both men.
After having held
SilverHawk in that
position for quite
awhile, Osyrus
releases the hold but
still holds onto
Hawk’s left leg.
“Come and get the left
over pieces of your
hero, because there
won’t be nothing left
after I am finished
with him!”
Osyrus drives an elbow
into the knee joint of
Hawk. He screams out
in agony, as Osyrus
continues the torture
with a consecutive
elbow. The fans live
in attendance and even
some of them watching
from their homes,
could feel HAWK’s
pain. An aging
superstar with two bad
knees getting taken to
his limits by a young
superstar that doesn’t
give a damn about the
well being of others.
Osyrus pulls Hawk back
to his feet, then
Irish whips the 255
pounder off of the
ropes…
NO WHERE TO RUN!
Hawk gets blasted in
his rib cage by
Osyrus’ high
impact-full spear.
Hawk lays on the mat
curled up, holding his
stomach, painful
expression written
across his face. The
man known as the
personification of
talent, opens his arms
wide with a big smirk
on his face… enjoying
the hell he is putting
Hawk through as
distant boos and jeers
slowly fill the arena.
But are these jeers
for Osyrus’ taunting
and mockery of his
opponent? Or is it due
to the mismatch that
the people witnessed
in the ring? HAWK is a
great competitor and
has always carried the
flag for ACW for many
years in the past, but
is he too over old and
over matched by a
younger and tougher
adversary?
HAWK shows tremendous
heart as he tries to
get back to his feet,
Osyrus slimes before
kicking the self
proclaimed only worthy
ACW world champion
into the ribs and back
onto the canvas. HAWK
once again gets back
to his feet before
getting knocked to the
ground by a tremendous
right hand. Osyrus
sees his opportunity
to go to the outside;
but before he does so…
He grabs the left leg
of HAWK… flips over
while still holding,
which hyper extends it
and gets a big pop
from the crowd. HAWK
is in some serious
pain. Osyrus quickly
slides under the
bottom rope, then
proceeds to pull up
the ring apron. A lot
of clamoring and
commotion is heard as
Osyrus is still
underneath the ring,
but inside the ring,
Hawk slowly gets back
to his feet, knees
shaking uncontrollably
as he regains his
balance on one leg.
As the challenger
stand straight up, a
look appears on his
face like one that has
never been seen
before… Pure anger. He
starts to clap his
hands together, trying
to hulk himself back
up into this match as
Hawk supporters clap
in unison.
Suddenly a steel chair
is tossed over the
ropes and into the
ring… Hawk catches it
as Osyrus is now
making his way back
into the ring, with a
duffel bag in hand.
The cagey veteran
turns his back to the
champ as Osyrus starts
to slowly walk in a
stalking fashion in
Hawk’s direction,
placing a hand on his
shoulder to turn him
around…
WHAM!
Osyrus meets the cold,
hard steel. HAWK winds
up again as the champ
gets back to a knee…
THUMP!
A baseball type swing
of the steel chair
knocks Osyrus down and
out. HAWK throws the
chair to the canvas,
as he slowly limps his
way toward the ladder.
The
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