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PREVIOUSLY... After the ACW Majority Owner announced mid-week House Shows that were to start this week, the wrestlers have become even more unsettled, as they are warned to work the shows or face the consequences...what will they be? Can Dunn and Boyd convince the roster to work the shows? and how did the actual house show go? ACW World Champion, SilverHAWK, found one of dear friends attacked and left in the bloody mess at the end of last Sunday's show, will we find the true culprit, or was it just whom everyone thinks it was, Osyrus? As new feuds continue on, we see more of the US Title Tournament which is slowly turning into anyone's prize as a number of men could win it. ACW is turning into a roller coaster ride...and we haven't even reached the summit yet.

To The Point.



Courage opened with a scene that most ACW fans never thought they would ever see...the ACW roster, in a single room, with no commotion being made what so ever. At the forefront of these men, was Dunn and Boyd two of the owners, and if front of them, was the head honcho.

W i n t e r s

Why were they there?

On Monday afternoon, the ACW roster took part in one of the worst shows in ACW history, by the end of the night they left the arena to a chorus of boo's and jeers as the unhappy fans left. There were 7 arrests of disgruntled fans, and thousand's of dollars of damage from them too, ACW was popular no longer in Arizona.

In front of the ACW Owner, stood his talent, and now he was going to "speak" with them...

"Monday night was by far, the worst night of my life since being in this business. 

The show that you idiots put on that night was nothing short of spectacularly terrible, and it is my liberty as owner of this federation to put a few of you straight. Some of you seem to think you guys can just dwindle along, earning your pay check every week and then give performances like that. Let me get one thing straight once and for all, you guys are not the boss of me...I run the fucking show. ME! 

So get that into your thick wrestler skulls and start listening to me, Dunn and Boyd...

ACW has a reputation that is starting to crawl from it's mitts, that we are a third bit promotion, do you guys really want YOUR federation to be called that? Huh? 

Think about it. 

If you are looking for ACW to be a stepping stone to a better federation, who else is going to be interested in you if you work for such a shitty promotion? 

Nobody would touch you with a barge pole, so get over it and lets start to make this federation respectable.

I am the boss here...and I will be respected, and if I so much see one blown spot here tonight...ALL of you will be deducted pay. If we are going to go up together we have to be prepared to come down together, so if one of you fucks up, then it will harm the rest of you."

As the wrestlers looked around at each other, it sickened them that their wage was going to be put in other hands...as Winters collected something from Dunn, ICU cleared his throat as he got the attention of the room. 

He was leaning back in his chair, his feet up on the one if front.

"Winters...you spend most of that talking about us being a team, so I ask. 

Where the fuck is Osyrus?"

A quick room scan by the other wrestlers resulted in no finding of Osyrus, the former ACW Champion, the man whom "allegedly" had attacked Razor, one of SilverHAWK's best friends...

"Where is Osyrus? Did you see his performance on Monday? 

It was the best of the night, why bother people buy telling them what they know, everyone else is fucking up, not him. 

Leave Osyrus out of this...what about SilverHAWK huh? Why don't you ask about him?"

ICU chuckled into his chest as he looked up at Winters again...

"We know where HAWK is...that's why."

Winters looked confused..."How?"

"I told them Ethan."

Winters swung around into Dunn's face, and then stormed off as he slammed the door behind him, leaving the whole talent roster minus two men with Dunn and Boyd. Mumbles and groans became apparent as Winters left, the wrestlers were not happy...how much more were they going to take?

Someone's Pissed.



If Winters thought that things could not get any worse for the night, it did, as the swing doors opened in the entrance to the arena. A young man with a clipboard was almost pushed to the ground, SilverHAWK stormed into the arena as paper and garbage blew in from the door, as HAWK stood, surveying the area...and then he began to walk through to the backstage of the arena.

He looked like a bull that had burst out of his pen as he stormed around the tunnels of the backstage area, looking at every door as he past, until he found the one which had his name on it.

He opened the door to find an empty dressing room, except for a camera crew and man with a microphone, which was shoved into his face.

"HAWK, what are your thoughts on tonight's Courage and the Main Event for tonight which will see you coming up against ICU?"

"Where is Winters' office?"

"It's down the hall and to the left..."

"Good."

As he took the interviewer by the scruff of the neck and through him out of the door, screams could be heard from the hall as the young man slid into the opposite wall with a thud, and as HAWK looked at the camera and the man behind it, as if to say "you want some?", the camera slowly backed away, and all that could be seen was red wood...as the door slammed in the cameraman's face.

Someone's pissed...

A Beat Down



Geo Vacton sat on a table; he was watching a burrito spinning in the microwave. He looked up as Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee attempted to say something through his burrito filled mouth

"Mph hmmph jumphsh…” Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee was eating a burrito, he attempted to talk with his mouth full

Geo was talking to Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee, the two continued to talk out of reach of the new camera view. Scott Perry stepped in to view wearing his maroon all in one wrestling suit. He was ready to fight. Scott walked over to Geo and Billy.

"Nooo way man! Superman could never eat more burritos than you even if he is Superman!"

"Grmph hmph jmmffft…” Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee still chewing on his burrito.

"Now, Jaba the Hut, that's another story." Geo continued

BBJBMG nodded in agreement.

"Move it, bucko."

Scott Perry shoved BBJMG out of the way and confronted Geo.

"Just who in the hell do you think you are, huh? You made me lose my match last week because all I could think about was where you were going to strike next! Is this the nest stage in your plan to make my life hell? Huh? Make me be on my toes 24/7? Well, let me tell ya, I wont have to worry about nothing... You know why? Because I'm gonna kick your ass so bad that you'll be laid up in a hospital for months!"

Geo looked around thinking that Scott was talking to somebody behind him, he pointed at himself.

"Me?"

“Yeah you genius, how many other Geo’s do you know?”

BBJMG spat out the rest of his half chewed burrito and tossed the piece in his hand down to the floor.

"Now ya listen here, buh-dee! Nobody talks to meh pals's like 'dat ‘bucko’! Geo ain't done nuthin' to make yeh lose 'ast week! Maybe ya just SUCK!"

“Did you just mock me? I think you mocked me.” Scott said, he stepped closer to Billy. “Only I say ‘bucko’, understand? That is My word. And anyway you hick, what the hell does this have to do with you? Why don’t you back yo’ dirty ass up!”

"Why don'cha put cher money where yer mouth is, huh?"

“You aren’t challenging me… I mean come one,” Perry looks around “I’m Scott Perry, and you… You ain’t nothing’ but a HICK… Tell me… You aren’t challenging me.”

"Yeah, BUCKO!"

Scott kicked Billy in the gut and grabbed his greasy hair. He delivered a bulldog. Geo dived out of the way as Billy crashed through the table. Scott got to his feet and jumped right in Geo’s face, the two glared at one another. The microwave pinged off.

Scott left the camera’s view. Geo looked hot. He bent down and opened the microwave; he removed the burrito and looked at it for a moment. He took a big bite out of it and chewed on it. Geo bent down and began helping Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee to his feet; Billy held his head as the scene came to a close.

Walking. Talking. Thinking. Drinking?



The large steel doors on the side of the arena popped open and Alias, the Original Pulp Hero, made his way into Turner Field. With just a simple flick of his finger he tossed his half smoked cig behind him and out the door to the cold hard ground outside. 

After straightening up his sleeve he once again started off to the dressing rooms. None of his street clothes where out of the usual, he wore his trademark faded black duster over an old Anarchy "A" shirt of his from the WWRPG. Already in his red leather pants and heavy black boots, all Alias needed to do was change into his ring boots and lose the shirt and he would be ready for the ring.

Weeks between losses always seemed to be too long for Alias. This time around was no different as he wore a somewhat sour expression on his face. He passed by various backstage workers as he made his way down the hall, road agents, tech people, and various other people with jobs reaching across the scope behind the curtains.

He crossed paths with Dean Davis. No words where exchanged just a nod from either men as they walked in opposite directions of each other. Alias's mind was racing with the possibilities of his upcoming match tonight in United States Title Tournament. Sure this was just the first round but it was an important match non the less. Alias had almost the entire night to prepare before his match, which would be just before the main event. Alias grinned for a second, thinking of the outcome of the SilverHAWK/Osyrus fight...if anything it would be damn vicious.

Something donned on him though... he was sure that he had somehow pointed himself in the wrong direction and wouldn't be finding the dressing rooms anytime soon. Stopping a passing backstage tech Alias asked the only plausible question.

"Do you know where the locker rooms in this damn arena are?"

"Actually there just down the hall..."He said, pointing the way Alias had come from."...and then take your first right, keep on walking and you should eventually hit the room."

"Thanks, man." Alias gave him a good pat on the back and then finally made his way towards the locker room. 

The stage hand just stands there and looks at Alias as he walks off, thinking Alias is out of earshot he mumbles to himself. "What kind of wrestler shows up to a show stinking of booze?"

Thing was he wasn't out of earshot. All Alias did though was give him a final reply as he continued walking away from the startled tech.

"The dangerous kind."

ACW United States Title Tournament
Dilly Dawg Vs. Brandon Blade

    

The first match of the night, and another continuation of the United States  tournament. In the first match we feature Brandon Blade, "The finest athlete  from New Zealand and Wrestling Prodigy", and the god himself, Dilly Dawg. "96  Quite Bitter Beings" by Camp Kill Yourself began to play in the arena and out  stepped the "New Zealand Wrecking Ball" himself. Brandon Blade marched down to  the ring and the crowd wasn't happy at all. He climbed into the ring and  ignored the fans who tried to be funny by shouting out comments like, "Rim Job, Head, etc..."

Soon enough, that was all interrupted. "Tao of the Machine" by the Roots began  to play in the arena and the lot of the arena jumped on their feet but no man  came out. The crowd was a little agitated that Dilly didn't come down to the  ring at that time. Soon enough, Dilly limped down the ramp without his mask on,  and with a microphone in hand. His music was cut short, really short.

"Brandon Blade, my bad friend, I am sorry to inform you but I cannot perform tonight."

The crowd is shocked by this announcement, but it wasn't unexpected due to the  beating he received from fate two weeks ago.

"Under doctor orders, I am to remain unable to perform in the ring until next  week. I apologize for not giving you a lesson in Dillyism 101, but I guess I'll let it slide. You wouldn't want any of me, because, well... I'm just too godly."

The sound of breaking on the large TitanTron begins to be heard during the interview and appearing on the screen is fate. 

"fate?!?" Dilly screams out. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Dilly, Dilly, Dilly. Didn't you ever wonder where your mask went?" fate asked.

Dilly Dawg placed his hand on his chin and began to ponder to himself. Where did his mask go? fate lifted up the mask to reveal it to Dilly. Dilly Dawg's jaw dropped wide open and fate let out a chuckle of madness on the screen. 

"You see Mr. Dawg, after I beat you two weeks ago.. I stole your mask as a sole possession of my glorious triumph. What you didn't know is that I had you, you just thought the doctors cut it off or something. But guess what, I have it. I also noticed this must be your lucky mask, wanna know how I can tell? Lucky number "6" engraved into it."

Dilly Dawg clenched his fist in anger but made no move yet, he wasn't sure what fate was going to do.

"Well Dilly, I bet your mind is working itself to the point of meltdown trying to figure out what I'm going to do. So Dilly.... Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Dilly shook his head no.

"Good." 

fate picked up the mask and threw it in a trash bin and picked up some gasoline. He poured the gasoline into the garbage can, lit a match, and threw it in. The flames erupt in the metal can and Dilly's eyes began to water. 

"Bye bye Dilly's lucky mask. I'll see you in two more weeks." fate winked at Dilly and the TitanTron shut off. Dilly Dawg rifled the microphone to ground and limped up as fast as he could to the backstage.

Brandon Blade just stood there in shock as to what happened, but he was happy. 

He won..

Winner: Brandon Blade

Someone's Pissed. Pt 2



For the second week in a row, Winters' office was graced by the presence of the ACW World Champion, but this week, HAWK wasn't so civil.

"Motherfucker."

As HAWK appeared at the doorway, Winters looked up and leaned back in his seat...he wasn't his usual cocky yet nervous around the Champion, he was...calm.

"HAWK, nice to see you again, what can I do you for?"

The HAWK's eye's widened as he slammed his fists on the table, getting right in the majority Owner's face...

"You fucking snake."

"Flattery will get you no where HAWK, now sit down and tell me what the hell this is all about huh?"

SilverHAWK looked down at the seat and kicked it off the wall...shaking his head.

"You think this impresses me Ethan? This little face you are putting on? I know fine well that you were part of that last week, giving me that little interview segment at the end of the show so it would be a great chance for the attack to go down. 

I'll tell you this Winters, when he arrives...he will be joining Razor, in that hospital."

"Why HAWK, who do you speak of?"

"You know fine fucking well it was Osyrus, and tonight he is gonna get what is coming to him..."

HAWK walked back and collected the chair, sitting down and placing his boots on the Owner's desk, blocking the owners view of his face...as Ethan tried to move his feet to the side, the Champion snarled at him. 

Ethan moved his seat over a bit...

"You know that you have a match tonight with him don't you?"

"I do now..."

Ethan laughed.

"You are going to get mauled HAWK if you aren't prepared for this..."

"That's where you are wrong Ethan...you see, Dunn gave me the contract about 5 minutes ago to sign...and he asked "any stip that you want" so I picked one."

Ethan shifted in his seat.

"And the stip is?"

"Well...I thought to myself...Osyrus likes to hit people from behind and use the non-wrestling approach when he attacks people, therefore I thought I'd give him a match that he would be suited in..."

HAWK stood up from his seat, and peered into Winters' eyes...

"Let's see how this fucker will do in a street fight."

Doubt



The scene fades in at Jason Kain’s locker, where Jade shows up. She stands in front of him, shaking her head slightly. She looks him up and down, then taps him on the shoulder, turning him toward her.

“You shouldn’t do this, Jason… Hun, you have to win the tournament first! Forget about other people until you have that belt, THEN you can deal with this Dante jerk!”

Kain looked at her with a stern look on her face, then smirked. “You think I can’t beat him?”

“Not that you can’t beat him… but…”

“You needn’t say another word, mon chere… this isn’t just for a fight tonight. This guy needs someone to shut him up. Besides, how dare he mock what we have? How dare he mock God? Fine, there’s atheists in this world, but even they have to believe in SOMETHING… what if he went up to someone and mocked their Satanist beliefs, or their Buddhist beliefs? No… I’m gonna shut him up too rightly.”

Jade smiled, then looked at him again and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Fine, then go kick his ass… I’ll back you.”

“Thank you…”

The Client



Courage continues with the lonely manager, Tony, sitting on a fold out chair in the middle of the ring. The fans boo him from annoyance this guy brings to this business. They wish he would just get a life, or for ICU to kick his ass once and for all, but there is something different about this night and Tony. 

Tony has a glimmering smile, ear to ear, on his pale face.

"As you all are probably wondering is why I'm out here and why Tony, the great manager, is making such an impact to this federation. 

Why, oh why, Tony?

Well I'll tell you why, cause I got ICU the place that he belongs, a place where the damned scum of the earth, ICU, belongs... jail!" He says with a malformed passion. His eyes blared with anger and his neck vanes showed though his pale skin. His smile was not a smile of happiness but of a victory, an evil and pity victory. The attendance of Turner Field in Atlanta, Georgia dislikes ICU; therefore they would cheer him for the first time. 

"You all can cheer me all you want, all I can say is that you are just like him, scum! Scum, which means people from Atlanta, Georgia. You all know you are no good trailer trash." He yells replying to the booing of this great attendance.

The titan-tron bares the cell that ICU has slumbered for days at a time now. ICU sits on the rock hard cot he has tried to get use to over the days.

"See he has no way out and he has no bail. Seems your monster, beat, your TV champion is stuck in a closed area he has no strength. I have struck the heart, which therefore means I have bought down the beast. I attacked what he needs, freedom. He has no way to get to me, or my new client that is yet to be named." Tony continues, as the booing becomes even higher in volume.

The lights slowly dim to complete darkness as the titan-tron lights up to an empty cell. A cell in which has been the home that Ivan has been this whole entire week, but its empty.

"Your voice sickens me," Echoes through the arena turn boos into an uncertainty.

"So shut the hell up!" The malicious voice echoed once again and the uncertainty of the fans went to cheers. They had an idea of who it was but one can only wonder.

"As you breath you waste the air, as you live you waste the space. So it's not under my control what happens but tonight will be uncertainty!"

The lights blare back on as Ivan stood in the ring, right in front of Tony. The fans erupt with cheers for the first time, and they start to chant his name. Tony falls out of his chair begging for him to not do anything. Ivan stands there keenly looking into this man's eyes, just killing him slower. 

He grabs the microphone that Tony had dropped when he fell out of his chair and brought it up to his mouth. Breathing heavily he stands there silently thinking of just what to say. He then looks to the crowd for approval of some sort but then gazes back down at the fallen Tony. Licking his lips he drops the microphone and without words begins to pummel Tony.

Two lefts to the forehead.

One right to the venerable abs area.

As the punches blunted the weakened man, the lights once again went dark. The fans puzzled at this, "Prayer" by: Disturbed blared. Then the lights came back on, which was right as ToK hit ICU with his finisher, Concluding Endangerment. The fans puzzled at this action, Tony stands, he stumbles into ToK, but ToK helps him get his balance in order. 

"This is my new client, ToK." 

Tony screams into the microphone that he just picked up, which the fans reply with deafening booing. "If you don't like it, tough this is what you have to live with for now on. ICU you thought you where the beast, the monster, the brute, well you are nothing now! You're but a stepping-stone to this new comer, the beast is only the one who can kill the biggest beast alive, you where the biggest. No more! No more! "Tony replying to the booing of these fans. ToK helps Tony out of the ring, as they head up the ramp way with Tony's arm over ToK's shoulder. ICU starts to get up holding his ribs, as he looks down to the entranceway. 

He just stares at them, nothing more, just stares.

The Challenge



Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee was sat in the physio’s room; the head physio is stitching up a head wound. An assistant stepped through the door; Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee looked up, the brunette woman stepped up towards Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee and handed him a note.

---

Dear (Scribbled out – diary) Hick,
I challenge you to a duel. Meet me in the ring after the next match.

Signing off…
Scott
Perry.


---

Billy grunted and pushed the physio to one side. He got to his feet and left the room.

The Watcher



The shadows covered the back of the arena. 

Roars from the crowd echoed through out the backstage. He leaned against a wall covering his face with the shadows. His wild blonde hair dangled down along his face. A slight grin was outlined in the shadows. He had made it here. 

A n i m a 

Stepping out of the shadows his eyes squinted and his face hardened. He walked through the mess and out into the main corridor. Music kicked into the loud speakers the first match was to begin very shortly. Walking down the corridor he came in contact with no one. The music died down and the roar of the crowd grew. ACW’s first show since breakOUT was beginning. Anima walked up the ramp and peered out of the curtains. 

Lights flashed around as the two men in the ring circled each other. Anima stepped through the curtains unnoticed and leaned against the railing. He was only here to watch… for now.



ACW United States Title Tournament
ToK Vs. Julian Kang

    

The fans in attendance had been treated to a great show so far like usual. A lot of chaos had taken place in the last couple of weeks in the ACW and this week would probably be no exception. The U.S. Title tournament was to continue and the match coming up was another match involved in it.

It was time to continue the tourney to find out who had just what it takes to be the next U.S. Champion in the ACW.

"Outside" by Staind hit the speakers in the arena and the fans let out a slight cheer. It was time for the match to begin and time for the competitors to make their way to the ring. After a few seconds of the song playing Julian Kang made his way out from behind the curtain and received a few more small pops from the fans in attendance. 

Kang walked down the ramp with a smile plastered on his face, just happy to be given the chance to compete in the tournament. He quickly made it to ringside and climbed up the ring steps and entered the ring. He was prepared to do whatever it was going to take to win and he was ready to do so.

"Prayer" by Disturbed started up on the speakers in the arena and the fans sat idle. They had no idea who the music belonged to and no idea how to react. After a few seconds of the song playing the man known as ToK made his way out from the back. A few fans gave him a small pop and the rest just sat in their chairs waiting for the match to start. 

ToK slapped a few fans hands at ringside and looked towards the ring. He knew it was his chance to shine in the ACW and he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away. His debut match had to be special and he was going to make sure it turned out that way. 

ToK slide under the bottom rope of the ring and stood up. He stared down Julian Kang who was across the ring while waiting for the ref to start the match. Finally the ref signaled for the bell to get things started.

The match starts off with Julian Kang and ToK circling the ring staring each other down. Neither man knows a thing about his opponent and neither wants to make the first mistake. So both men take their time and evaluate each other for a few seconds. 

Finally Julian Kang moves in for the first strike of the match and goes for a clothesline which is countered by ToK with a double leg takedown. ToK follows up the move with stiff right forearms to the face of Julian Kang who quickly tries to cover up from the massive blows. After a few more shots to the face from ToK, Julian Kang wiggles free and stands up not wanting to charge back at ToK. 

ToK stands there waiting for Kang to make the next move and Kang finally does when he bounces off the nearby ropes and attempts a flying forearm to the face of ToK. ToK counters the move with a jumping front kick sending Kang falling to the canvas clutching his chest in pain.

ToK follows up the move by applying a modified Boston crab to Kang. Kang wiggles around on the canvas in pain as ToK applies as much pressure to Kang's lower back as possible. After locking the hold in for a good ten seconds and seeing that Kang wasn't going to give up ToK let him go and switched to a crossface submission on Kang. 

Again Kang squirms around on the mat in immense pain from the move not wanting to give up. Both men have a lot to lose in this match but even more to gain. ToK again lets the hold go after about ten seconds sensing it wasn't going to work. ToK stands up and immediately begins nailing Kang in the back of the head with knee drops. After a few seconds the ref pulls him off and tells him to knock it off. The ref checks on Kang and continues the match.

ToK circles around the ring a few times waiting for Kang to return to his feet. Finally Kang gets back to his feet and ToK moves in for the kill. 

ToK yells at Kang to get his attention and when Kang turns towards him ToK drills him with a jumping roundhouse kick right to the face. The kick sends Kang falling to the canvas almost knocked out cold. 

ToK smiles at the damage he has caused then walks over next to Kang and does a standing split legged moonsault on to Kang's back. ToK holds his ribs a little bit to show that the move hurt him as well but he continues his assault by delivering a stiff kick to the gut of Kang. 

ToK picks up Julian Kang and looks at his worn out body and delivers a quick DDT spiking Kang right back to the canvas. ToK knew he had the match won, now he was just having fun toying with his opponent. ToK picks up Kang and slaps him in the face a few times to piss him off. Kang tries to fight back with a few right hands to the face of ToK. 

ToK just shrugs them off and drills Kang in the stomach with a right fist. He follows up the blow with an uppercut sending Kang back down to the canvas. ToK makes his way over to the turnbuckle and quickly hops up to the top rope. He flies off and nails a senton bomb directly on Julian Kang. 

ToK decides to go for the cover and see if he truly does have the match won. He gets down and pins his opponent while the ref starts the count.


1...


2...


No! 

Julian Kang actually kicks out. Kang knows what's riding on the match and he doesn't want to let it end just quite yet. At least not without giving a fight. ToK can't believe that Kang kicked out. He right away goes back on the offensive and lays in to Kang with stiff right forearms to the face. The blows seem to knock Kang out cold. 

ToK picks up his lifeless opponent and delivers a tiger driver spiking Kang back to the canvas. ToK had pretty much had his way with Julian Kang the whole match and it was drawing to a close. ToK picked his opponent up once again and whips them in to the ropes and waits for them to returns and charges at them delivering the Concluding Endangerment. 

His own version of the spear. The fans let out a slight cheer for ToK as they knew he had the match won. ToK quickly covered his opponent and the ref got down to make the count.


1...


2...


3! 

The ref signaled for the bell and raised ToK's hand to signal his victory. ToK had made his presence felt in his in-ring debut here in ACW. 

He completely demolished Julian Kang and advanced himself in the US Title tournament in the process. Would it be a one time fluke for ToK or was he destined for greatness in ACW? We'll soon find out.

Winner:

Doubt Pt 2



The camera focused on Kain walking toward the ring, with Jade walking behind him as an interviewer popped up next to him.

“You are risking your health for your next tournament match, tonight, fighting against a man virtually twice your size in Dante Inferno… why have you chosen to do such a thing?”

Kain stopped and looked at the man, the stepped up to him with a slight smirk. Then grabbed the mic away from him.

“Why are you an interviewer? Why do bathrooms smell bad? Why is the sky blue? Why do you ask stupid questions?”

The interviewer shrunk away a little bit, as Kain shook his head and smiled.

“Because you get paid to… because people have nasty stomachs… because the atmosphere only reflects the blue spectrum in sunlight… and because… well… you’re an idiot. But to answer YOUR question, boyo…”

He paused and looked to Jade standing behind him.

“Because I can.”

He dropped the mic and headed toward the entryway, as the interviewer looked on and the scene faded out.

The Watcher Pt 2



Anima strolled through the backstage unnoticed. A slight wind seem to blow through as his hair moved away from his face. Anima passed by the lock room entrance and around the corner he bumped into someone. 

eXistenZ 

He stood the looking down at monitor minding his own business. He turned around and looked up into the eyes of Anima. He gave little smirk to let him know he was not intimidated. 

“Who are you?” eXistenZ asked. 

Anima let the silence hold for a minute before breaking it. 

“A wanderer.” 

“You don’t wrestle here or anything? Do you have anything to do with this company?” eXistenZ asked with a puzzled look on his face. How would a by stander get back here through all the security. 

“I am just passing by at the moment.” Is all Anima said. 

“What the hell?” eXistenZ was now confused. 

Anima made no expressions just took a breath of air in. 

He brushed his hair to the side and took a step past eXistenZ. 

Anima walked off into the shadows down the hall leaving eXistenZ by himself in state of confusion. 



Dante Inferno Vs. Jason Kain

    

Being invincible is more about your state of mind rather than your talent. If ones thinks he is invincible, then he usually is...but Dante Inferno didn't ever think he was before now, but now...it seems that his ego may be getting the better of him. As the challenge was made last week by both parties, on the basis of religion, Dante had not even trained for the match, because he simply didn't think he needed to.

He was undefeated in ACW, and any other federation that he took place in...but being undefeated was not what his main aim in ACW was to be. Dante didn't mind if someone beat him, because at the end of the day, it was only 3 seconds. Dante didn't even like wrestling, it was just something that he could do pretty well, so he used his power to get him through.

On the other side of the ring tonight would be one Jason Kain, who would be supported by Jade, his long time love interest. It was unknown whether Kain really knew what he had got himself into, because Dante has wrestled 3 matches, if that...but tonight we would probably see Dante's first real match in an ACW ring.

As 'El Distortio De Musica' by Everclear played on the arena's sound system, Jason Kain entered the ring, shortly followed by Jade. Kain punched the air as he walked down to the ring to a decent reception from the ACW crowd, as some of them knew him from his time as uKw, but the rest of the fans just clapped him as he had the balls to stand up to Inferno...

Before Kain had even reached the ring, Dante's music began as Godsmack's "I Stand Alone" played throughout the arena, greeting us with the presence of Inferno, who appeared at the top of the ramp, looking down at his opponent who was just entering the ring. 

Before Kain knew it, Inferno had made his way into the ring, and as he looked through Kain, Kain couldn't help but meet eyes with the Giant from Georgia. As the bell rung, both men stood their ground, as neither of them moved an inch, the crowd sitting back on their seats as the two men slowly walked into the middle of the ring, and came face to face.

There was no trash talking, but as Dante was the first to turn away, he hit Kain with a huge clothesline which through him to the mat with a thud, as he then rolled to the corner of the ring and sprung to his feet, holding his neck. Dante looked down at him, as he angles his chin up and laughed at Kain, who stood as 5'9'' to the monster of Inferno who was 6'6-7'' at least. 

Kain stretched his neck out and then looked around, for some way that he could get this big man down. As both men locked up, Kain went round the back of Inferno and pulled him down by the legs, then stamping on his left thigh muscle before jumping off of him.

Dante got to his feet, holding his leg which was in pain, but he laughed again, Kain was desperate in his opinion, and that meant he had won half the battle, the mental one. 

Kain looked over to Jade who suddenly jumped up onto the apron, catching Dante's eye, which was then placed back on Kain, but instead of Kain he seen a black boot, as Kain jumped into him with a drop kick, which sent Inferno toppling over the top rope and onto the mat, as a cheer from the crowd gave Kain extra courage.

Kain dropped down to the mat as he took Dante by the head and hit him with a hard right hand to the jaw, as Dante hit the mat again. As Dante peered his head off the mat, crimson appeared at the corner of his mouth, which he touched with his finger, and then laughed in Kain's face. Kain didn't know what to do, so to shut him up, Kain kicked him in the mouth...which worked.

Dante spat blood on the mat as he was pulled to his feet by Kain, as the referee wanted this match back in the ring, but Dante was instead through into the ring steps as he flipped over them, his legs taking most of the impact. As Dante lay on the mat, Kain jumped in, and out of the ring to make sure that he had enough time to do some serious damage to Dante on the outside of the ring. 

As Kain got a few kicks in to Dante's mid-section, he then jumped on the ring apron, and awaited the fiery giant to rise, as he then looked to hit him with a body splash, but amazingly, Dante caught Kain in the air, and then pulled him up, and hit him with a shoulder breaker, as Kain bounced off of Dante's knee and lay on the mat.

Dante got to his feet and felt the blood which filtered from the outside of his mouth, he wiped his face clean and then picked up Kain, throwing him back into the ring and then following him. Dante picked up Kain and pushed him into the corner, before a few elbows where thrusted into Kain's face, and then he was whipped to the other corner of the ring. 

As Dante tried to squash Kain with a body splash, Kain slid out of the way, leaving Dante to connect with the turnbuckle and then bounce back, giving Kain the chance to hit Dante with a reverse bulldog and then a cover for the win!

 

1...

 

Kickout.

 

Kain looked down at Dante who was ready to get to his feet, but instead Kain lay on him, and began to thump him with right hand after right hand until the referee had to pull him off of Inferno, much to the big man's delight. Kain got to his feet and then waited till Dante was on his, before he kicked Dante in the gut and hit him with an axe-handle to the back, as Dante fell onto his knees. Kain stepped back and then thrusted his legs forward as he hit Dante with a front-dropkick to the back of his head, which sent Dante's head bouncing off of the canvas.

Kain got support from Jade and the fans as he pulled Dante to his feet and whipped him to the ropes. Dante sprang off the ropes and then ran towards Kain, who then dropped him head looking for a monkey flip, but Dante stopped, and took a hold of Kain's mid-drift, and then slammed him to the mat with a huge Gutwrench Powerbomb which sent ripples through the ACW ring. 

As both men lay on the mat, the referee began his count.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...

 

Dante moved over to Kain and slipped his hand over his chest.

 

1...

 

2...

 

Kain got his arm up in the nick of time.

Dante slumped on his hands and knees and then got to his feet, and he crocked his neck from side to side and rotated his shoulders, trying to get rid of what ever cobwebs were there. He pulled Kain to his feet and once again threw him to the corner of the ring, but this time he moved over to Kain and perched him on top of the turnbuckle. Kain tried to resist, by hitting Dante with a few punches, but then Dante returned one of the punches...and there was no more resistance.

Dante took Kain by his trunks, and was about to superplex him off the top rope, before Jade jumped up and punched Dante in the kidney's, which gave Kain a chance to kick Dante off the top rope. As Dante fell to the mat, he rolled back and then suddenly got to his feet, but as soon as he was close enough Kain flew off the top rope only to be caught by the throat by Dante, who then pushed him off the ropes.

As Kain bounced back off the top rope, Dante managed to take Kain by his ribs, and push him up in the air, and as Kain came back down, placed him in a Stone Cold Stunner move, which was the first time we had seen then "Heaven.Hell" in ACW.

Dante slouched over Kain as the referee counted the win.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3

 

Dante was victorious again.

As Kain began to move, Dante suddenly got into his face, and began to scream all sorts of profanities at him, along with slapping Kain in the mouth, Dante was going mental at Kain, even though he had won the match.

WHAM

Dante collapsed to the mat as the arena erupted, as Jade stood over Kain with a bent up steel chair that he just been molded over Dante Inferno's cranium. Jade pulled him up, and then looked down at Dante, before whispering something in Kain's ear. Kain moved out of the ring and looked under the ring apron, and pulled out a tool box of some sort. He unlocked it, and then pulled out a can of black spray paint, which he then threw into the ring. As Kain slid back into the ring, Jade picked up the can, and shook it...

As Kain pulled over the sleeping Giant, Jade popped the top of the can, and sprayed a crucifix on Dante Inferno's chest and then threw the can into the crowd which was caught by some lucky fan. Jade and Kain looked down at Dante, the man whom hated every single figment of Christianity, now bore the sign of Jesus Christ...this was not over, not by a long shot.

Winner: Dante Inferno

Guilty Until Proven Innocent



Those were the words that echoed loudly backstage, when people discussed the attack on Razor, SilverHAWK’s best friend… that was probably attacked in the closing moments of Courage. When SilverHAWK saw his friend lying there, in a pool of his blood on the cold, concrete floor… He knew there was only one made that was evil enough to portray such an act. 
He knew there was only one man that hated him enough, to attack someone he cared about viciously. And the man was… 

O S Y R U S 

As the week went by leading to this week’s Courage from Atlanta, Georgia… There was lots of speculation that made people think that maybe Razor’s attacker wasn’t Osyrus at all. Maybe it was someone from Hawk’s or Razor’s past using this opportune time to seek their revenge… and having the former world champion receive all the blame. But in Hawk’s mind, that wouldn’t be the case. Because no matter who it turned out to… His former mangers, an old nemesis from early ACW days or even the most outrageous person the fans could think of. It was only one man to ACW World Heavyweight champion and that was… 

Inside the arena, fans turned their heads toward the bigSCREEN. Every set of eyes locked on it as it revealed lived footage from inside the parking garage. A black limousine slowly rolled up as it came to a quiet stop near the entrance of the ACW backstage area. A very husky looking driver ran from one side of the limo to the other, as he stopped in front of the door, grasping onto the handle tightly. He waited a few seconds to build up suspense to who was exactly inside the vehicle before opening the door slowly… 

The commotion in the area grew as the door was now open, and they all wanted to see who was going to step out to reveal themselves with such a fancy arrival to Courage tonight… 

A black pant leg connected to a dressy pair of shoes was first seen as the expensive looking dress attire touched the concrete floor. The camera zoom out as the individual ducked his head and emerged from the limo, and that’s when jeers and boos filled the Atlanta based venue… 

Because Osyrus had finally arrived. 

As Osyrus stood there in front of the camera, dressed from head to toe in his black three piece suit… an unknown individual quickly exited the limo with a big sign that read… 

Innocent until proven guilty?! 

All the fans in the arena and millions watching at home just scratched their heads in confusion, as the camera followed Osyrus as he made his way through the backstage area. 

“Innocent” 

“Innocent” 

“Innocent” 

The crazed masked man yelled as he ran through the halls, waving his sign into the air and in the faces of members of ACW’s roster that were in their path… rallying Osyrus supporters to follow him and the former ACW champ to the ring, where they would probably let the world hear Osyrus’ side of the story. The scene cut from backstage, now the bigSCREEN showed a live shot of the entrance way leading to the ring as the lights started to dim and the emotion of the crowd starting to build. The opening lines to that oh so familiar theme started to play….

“Rape me…” 

“Rape me, my friend…” 

“Rape me…” 

“Rape me again…” 

Then suddenly the arena was filled with flashing red strobe lights, tremendous clashing of drums and strumming of guitars as “Rape Me” by Nirvana played over the P.A system… The crowd looked up at the entrance as Osyrus stepped onto to the stage, a loud eruption of jeers followed his imminent arrival. The former ACW champ slowly walked down the ramp way as his negative reaction grew and grew, but Osyrus just let out a mean look as he continued up the metal ring steps as he entered the squared circle. He walked over near the side of the ring as the announcer handed him the microphone, his disgusting theme slowly faded out from existence. But before the Hotlanta crowd could get a chance to let out a loud chant of Osyrus sucks, they were thrown off by two words…

“I’m guilty…” 

The crowd became silent almost to a whisper as Osyrus raised the mic back in front of his face. 

“I’m guilty in SilverHAWK’s mind.” 

The jeers came roaring back, the former champ had pulled one over on everyone within seconds of picking up the mic. 

“This whole week, everyone has been asking ACW’s best pound for pound athlete if he knew who or if he was the man that attacked SilverHAWK’s best friend last week, as the show went off the air. This whole damn week, people from every publication around the fucking world have asked Osyrus the same question… and now everyone gets their answer…

No. 

I don’t know who attacked that worthless piece of crap Razor. No, I don’t know anything more than the facts. I saw like you did, a crowd standing around Razor’s battered and bruised body as he was taken away by the EMT’s. Was I at the scene of the crime? Did anyone see me do it or has any proof that I was capable of such a low and dirty deed…” 

Fans grew silent as Osyrus fired back quickly. 

“Thought so, therefore I am innocent of any actuations pressed on me by jealous people…” Osyrus looks into the camera as he points his finger at it. 

“I am talking about you HAWK. How dare you accuse me without any proof?! How dare you throw dirt on the good name of Osyrus and everything my reputation stands for in this business. I will prove to you tonight what happens when someone tries to place blame where it doesn’t belong… Tonight in this very ring, you will end up like your friend Razor… On a one way ticket to a hospital where you can spend the rest of your days as a beaten and broken man. Courtesy of the man that stands…” 

“Guilty”

“Guilty” 

“Guilty” 

“Guilty” 

“Guilty” 

“Guilty” 

“Guilty” 

Osyrus stands in the middle of the ring seething, fans still placing their verdict on him as the guilty one. The masked protester jumps up and down, waving his pro Osyrus sign as the ACW star begins to smile before getting back on the microphone. 

“I knew you dumb Atlant-aliens would be too quick to place blame where it doesn’t belong. Always ready to judge without proof… but I have your proof right here tonight. I will show all of you who should really deserve your jeers and who you should idolize as your new leader of ACW…” 

The bigSCREEN came back to life as the footage on the screen was from last week. The date was in the far left corner, Nov. 24th, 2002 as an individual came into focus. This man paced back and fourth maybe looking or waiting for someone as Osyrus did a voice over to the video. 

“You see that is Razor right there waiting for someone in the parking lot… Probably SilverHAWK! None of you fans realize what I had to do to obtain this footage from the guards… I had to beat up 4 security personal last week, just to get this tape so I could prove my innocence.” 

As the seconds on the tape rolled forward, an individual clad in black came into the picture as he struck Razor from behind with a lead pipe numerous times, before Razor laid on the ground unconscious. The mystery man looked around the empty parking lot area, seeing if anyone saw his evil deed as he looked up at the security camera… Gave a big smile before Osyrus’ voice was heard once again.

“Freeze the footage. I know who did this act and I have seen that goofy, gay smile hundreds of times in ACW…” Production truck… get rid of that mask, so everyone can see who is the culprit!!!” 

The footage freezes as a cursor covers the face of the attacker, the mask slowly dissolves away. With every passing second, more of the mask is removed as the image is zoomed in on closer. After thirty seconds, the bottom half of the mask is gone, a goatee is now visible. Some of the people in crowd gasp as the mask is now gone. The face of the attacker revealed in over 20 million homes worldwide as the camera man zooms in because the attacker is none other that SilverHAWK!

Osyrus let out a loud cackle of a laugh as he exited the ring, crowd still in shock over what had just transpired. 



Scott Perry Vs. Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee

    

It was time for his first win. He knew tonight was his night. He felt it inside. After all, how could he lose to that hick?

Scott breathed heavy, adrenaline rushed through his body. Scott jogged on the spot, the black curtain was millimeters away from his face, and he waited for his cue.

“Things that make you go Hmm…”

He waited for a moment.

“…Things that make you go… Hmmmmmmmm…”

He pulled the curtain back and jogged lightly out on to the stage. He stopped at the top of the stage. He looked around at the fans that booed him profusely. 

He smiled and gave a wave as he swaggered down to the ring. Scott stopped at the bottom of the ramp. Scott cracked his knuckles before running at the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. 

Scott paced across the ring and climbed the ropes. He raised both arms making a “W” shape with his fingers. The crowd threw their half drunk beer at him, all of them missed, but Scott was offended. He glared out at the fans before spitting at them.

As he dropped from the ropes his music faded out.

A moment’s pause, the fans boo’s came to a close as they awaited Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee’s arrival.

Banjo notes plucked throughout the arena. The crowd had no reaction as the obese; bleeding Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee ran down towards the ring. As he did this Scott bounced off the ropes and charged towards the running Billy. 

Scott jumped in the air and flew over the top rope. 

He delivered a rope flip on to Billy. 

Both men fell to the floor. Scott was the first to his feet. He began stomping on Billy. The referee yelled at Scott, telling him to get in the ring. Naturally, Scott ignored the referee’s requests, knowing that the match had not begun yet.

Scott pulled the ring apron up and went under the ring. Scott pulled out a fat GEOgraphy book. He held it in the air and waited for Billy to get to his feet. As Billy turned around Scott hammered him in the cranium with the educational reading book. Billy stumbled backwards. Quickly, Scott tossed toe GEOgraphy book at Billy. Billy caught it and Scott, with speed, ran at Billy and delivered a spinning back kick, kicking the book in to Billy’s face.

Scott picked up Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee and rolled him in to the ring under the bottom rope. Scott slid under the bottom rope and the bell finally sounded.

The match had begun.

Scott closed in on a recovering Billy, who was getting to his feet with the aid of the ropes. Scott grabbed Billy’s head and placed his head on the top rope. Scott dragged Billy’s head along the rope, Billy’s eye taking all the rope. Billy screamed in pain.

Scott took Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee’s eye off the rope and slammed his face in to the turnbuckle. Billy span around and leaned in to the corner. Scott stomped the gut of Billy, wearing him out until he sat against the bottom turnbuckle. 

Scott put his left foot on the second rope and used it as leverage to pull himself in to the air before falling back down, driving his right foot in to the chest of Billy a final time. Scott walked across the ring to the opposite corner. 

He then looked back at Billy. Scott leaned back in to the turnbuckles and raised both arms in the air. Scott then charged across the ring and delivered a broncobuster on to Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee.

With every bounce of the bronco buster the crowds boo’s grew in volume. Scott finally stepped off of Billy and paced to the center of the ring. Scott peered out at the crowd and let off a big smile. Billy rolled on to his stomach, out of breath.

“I’m winning!” Scott exclaimed. He made a “W” shape with his hands again. 

The crowd booed once more. 

Scott waved his hands in a “shut yo mouth” motion before he walked over to Billy and picked him up to his feet. Scott kicked Billy in the gut and bounced off the ropes, he delivered a bulldog, driving Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee’s face in to the mat. Scott went for a pin.


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2…


Billy got a shoulder up, the crowd cheered expecting Billy to begin a fight back. No such luck.

Scott jumped to his feet, turned away from Billy, jumped in to the air and delivered a standing Moonsault. He hooked Billy’s leg once more.


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2…


NO! 

Again Billy got his shoulder off the mat. Scott slapped the ground hard in frustration, he got to his feet and yelled at the referee. Scott pushed the referee, the referee attempted to push back, but Scott caught his hands. Scott shook his head in disapproval.

“Oh no you don’t.” Scott could be heard saying. Scott kicked the referee in the gut and placed his head under Scott’s legs. Scott raised the referee up and delivered a cradle Piledriver to him.

The crowed booed loudly as Scott got to his feet smiling.

Scott stopped dead, looking at Billy who was attempting to get to his feet but was still lay on the mat. Scott walked over to the ropes and climbed out of the ring. Scott walked over to the announcer’s position and pulled the ring announced from his seat, tossing him to the floor. Scott then picked up his folding steel chair and folded it up. He slid it in to the ring before getting up on the apron and stepping through the middle rope.

Scott stalked Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee, he picked up the chair and raised it above his head as if it was a baseball bat and he was playing for the New York Yankees in the World Series. The crowd were already booing. Scott waited for Billy to get to his feet. As Billy did this Scott spun him around before slamming the steel chair in to the half-stitched wound. The wound on Billy’s forehead bust open and blood spew from the gash. Scott flipped Billy over so he lay on his back before continuously slamming the rim of the chair in to the chest of Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee. The crowd threw their garbage in the ring at Scott Perry. Scott’s assault on Billy remained unaffected until…

TNT by AC/DC blasted from the P.A. System of the arena. Scott looked up in horror, expecting to see Geo Vacton. Scott walked over to the ropes and looked towards the entrance at the top of the ramp. Of course, Geo was having an intelligent night for once and he made his way through the crowd. He hopped over the fan barricade and grabbed a chair of his own. He quietly closed it up and slid in the ring. Geo waited for Scott to turn around. As Scott turned Geo hammered him in the face with the chair. Scott fell to the floor holding his head. Geo helped his friend, Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee, to his feet and looked at the blood streaming from the head of Billy. Geo walked over to Scott and picked him up. He kicked him in the gut and delivered his finishing maneuver to Scott…

Geocide!!!!!!
Geocide!!!!!!
Geocide!!!!!!

The crowd went wild as Scott bounced across the ring.

The referee begins to come around, Geo rolls out of the ring and Billy falls down on top of Scott. The referee saw that Scott was pinned and initiated the count.

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2…







Thhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

The bell sounded and the crowd went crazy. TNT by AC/DC blasted through the P.A. System as Geo Vacton dragged Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee out of the ring and the two walked up the ramp, Billy leant on Geo, tired out from the assault received at the hands of Scott Perry.

Scott got to his feet and stood in the middle of the bottom rope, he held the top rope with his left hand. With his right hand he pointed at Geo and yelled at him.

“I HAD THIS WON!!! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!! I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS GEO!!! HEAR ME?! I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Winner: Billy Bo Jim Bob McGee

Needs And Wants



For the second Courage, the sound of "New Disease" by Spineshank hits the PS system and strobe lights shine over the fans. As the fans cheer for Jay Smash, they joyfully await his presence. Jay Smash is finally found by the cameras, running through the crowd. 

Everyone in the arena is standing up out of there seats to watch Jay Smash hop over the barricade, and slide into the ring. When Jay Smash enters, he climbs to the top turnbuckle at the post to the far right of the announcer tables. His hands raise into the air, then he leaps off with a back flip to the canvas. The cameras are still flashing through the crowd as Jay Smash grabs a mic and stands in the middle of the ring with his head turning from left to right at the thousands of people in the arena. His music cuts and the fans silent down, but not before a Smash chant begins. When Jay Smash raises the mic to his mouth, he begins to speak.

"Last week, I entered the ACW ring for the first time, and this week, I stand here once again in this very ring, telling the guys in the back that they are not gonna keep me caged up, waiting to have a match. No, I'm not gonna wait another week until I get a match. 

Last week, I had to prove to two young superstars looking to become pros in the business one day, that they will to get anywhere, if they try to mess with the Big Jay. So should I prove this again tonight? Or should I stand around, waiting. Waiting to get a match so I can climb up that ladder. I'm not too happy about this. You see my face, this is not the look of a happy person. But I can see that there are some good superstars here in ACW, and they are doing good for themselves, but there is a body in this ring that needs some support, and I need something along the lines of, money to support myself, and that is where part of this non happiness comes from. 

I'm standing here, talking, not wrestling, which means I'm not gonna get paid, which means I'm not gonna have much to pay for the things I need, which also means I could start lacking in my ability, which also means, these fans will get disappointed because they thought I came here to lay the SMASHDOWN on someone's unfortunate ass! Now, somebody needs to give me some answers before I start walking back stage and finding someone to start a fight wi...."

As Jay Smash continues to speak, he stops, closes his mouth and looks up the ramp at Ethan Winters who stares back at Jay Smash.

"Now, being the reasonable man that I am...I have noticed how honored you are to be in the ACW and how much you want a match, it is my...."

"Are you done?"

The fans "woo" as Winters was just shot down by the cocky young star.

"No, no I'm not, and if you talk to me like that again, I'll have you thrown out."

"Sorry you looked done. Please, continue to bore us."

At this point, Winters shakes his head.

"You'll get a damn match right here, tonight!"

"Now that's more like it. I mean, it's all you really had to say. You just keep talking about things I don't really care about when you could just give me an answer to the subject at hand. Really I...."

"Are you done?"

Jay Smash stares at Winters for a few seconds, paused in the ring, playing back what he just said in his head, then finally he raises the mic to his mouth.

"....Yeah, I'm done."

The camera moves in closer on Jay Smash's eyes, as he stares at Ethan Winters who is just about to exit, but instead he stops...

"Oh, and the match is...NOW."



ACW United States Title Tournament
Alias Vs. Jay Smash

    

'Not Over' by The Full Nine takes over the arena as the 'The Violent Messiah', 'the tin angel', 'The Original Pulp Hero' Alias, makes his way down to the ring where he stands up high, staring at the fans and listening to his music play.

When the music stops, Alias stands looking in the ring, as he expected to fight Branson Blair tonight.

"What is going on here?"

Jay Smash stops Alias by moving closer to him. As Alias tries to speak into the mic again, Jay Smash grabs the mic away. Before Jay Smash can say anything, Alias slaps Jay Smash across the face. Jay strikes back with the mic over the side of Alias' head. 

The referee does not know exactly what is going on, so he decides to call the bell to begin a match between Alias and Jay Smash. Jay Smash already with a standing lead after the shot with the mic, kicks Alias into the corner, followed by a low drop kick into Alias' chest. Jay Smash picks Alias back up from the ground and delivers two chops to the chest. 

Alias comes back with an eye rake causing Jay Smash to back away, giving Alias the chance to bring Jay Smash down with a signature move, Breaking Kayfabe. Alias locks the leg, going for a pin. 

1.....

Jay Smash gets the shoulder off the canvas. Alias picks Jay Smash off the ground by the head, and locks up from behind. Jay Smash nails an elbow into Alias' face, and Jay Smash reverses the hold into a lock from behind of his own. 

Jay Smash takes Alias down with a German Suplex pin. 

1...

2...

Alias pushes out, then rolls under the bottom rope, where he stands up on the ring apron. Jay Smash heads over to Alias, but Alias goes low, under the top rope with shoulder thrusts into Jay Smash's abdomen. 

Alias comes back with a sunset flip over the ropes, and over Jay Smash, right into another pin.

Jay Smash rolls right out of the pinning predicament and grabs Alias by the legs. Jay Smash shoots Alias off the ring floor with a toss by the legs, right into a forearm smash-like maneuver as he tries to protect himself from the fall, but unfortunately, his knocks the ref off his feet and through the second rope, to the mat below.

Alias rolls out of the ring, right next to the ref as Jay Smash gets back to his feet. Alias stands up outside the ring, trying to bring the ref back into the ring. When Alias turns to the ring, Jay Smash dives over the top rope and lands a cross body onto Alias, who had the referee into front of him. Both superstars and the referee are down outside the ring, as the fans get more and more into this match up.

After both Alias and Jay Smash begin to move, a new referee heads down the ramp way, with two EMTs running down to help the first ref who was injured from the two hard slams he took from the superstars. Jay Smash makes it to his feet and Alias follows slowly behind. Jay Smash punches Alias and sets him up from a suplex right next to the ramp, as the new referee tries to stop him.

Alias counters the suplex with a DDT after being raises into the air. Jay Smash's head cracks off the ramp, shooting his body up, a few inches off the ground and back to the cold steal ramp. Alias gets to his feet and rolls into the ring while the referee does a ten count on Jay Smash.

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3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

Jay Smash makes his way back up from the ground, holding his head after the strong DDT. Jay Smash makes it back into the ring, rolling under the bottom rope, but Alias continues the beating with punches to Jay Smash's head. Alias opens Jay Smash up as he punches harder and harder, then he backs away, waiting for Jay Smash to stand up.

As Alias wastes time yelling at some of the members of the crowd, Jay Smash pops off the canvas. Alias backs up to the middle of the ring, confused, as he begins to turn around, caught by Jay Smash from behind.

Jay Smash takes Alias down hard with the "Vitamin Jay", then he stands up, raising his hands in the air. Alias slowly gets up, using the ropes as leverage. When he makes it up, Jay Smash kicks Alias and gets him into the Smash Landing position. The crowd is once again watching with interest but just as he is ready to deliver his finisher, Alias reverses the move into a shoulder back toss.

Alias, dazed and confused, moves around the ring, yelling, "That's it!" He walks over to Jay Smash and laughs as he locks in the Anarchy's Lullaby. Jay Smash is screaming from the pain, but he refuses to give up. The referee stands up, about the call for the bell but he looks back down, still trying to get an answer from Jay Smash. Jay Smash fades away, and his body stops moving. The referee goes back down to see if he is out, but Jay Smash's legs begin to hit the ground hard, turning himself towards the ropes.

Jay Smash's right foot hits the bottom rope and Alias stops the move. Jay Smash rolls away from the ropes a bit, to Alias' delight, because he is close to the turnbuckle. Alias begins to climb to the top turnbuckle with a crazy-like smile on his face. He then faces the ring, staring down at Jay Smash. Alias looks at the crowd, getting ready to deliver a possible whiteout, but when he turns back to Jay Smash, he back to his feet, and leaps to the second turnbuckle, catching Alias in the Smash Attack!

Alias' body lands motionless in the middle of the ring; giving Jay Smash a shot to finish to match. 

Jay Smash jumps over the top rope and lands on the ring apron, then he signals for the Springboard Frog Splash. He shoots off the ropes, and he comes down with the frog splash but Alias rolls out of the way! Alias crawls over to Jay Smash and gets his hand onto Jay's chest for the pin. 

1.....

2.... 

Jay Smash's arm shoots off the canvas, stopping the pin.

Alias and Jay Smash are both down, trying to get some energy back as the referee begins a second 10 count.

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Before the 10 count is over, both men shoot up off the canvas at the same time, and land back onto their feet. Both men go off the ropes and back at each other. Alias goes for a clothesline, but Jay Smash ducks under his arm and hits the ropes once again. Alias stops before hitting the ropes and he turns around, stopping Jay Smash with the A-Bomb!

Once again, Jay Smash's head comes off the ground and back down. The cut that opened up earlier in the match opens up once again through the dry blood covering his face. Alias goes for another pin. 

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2... 

Jay Smash kicks out once again to a burst of cheers that Alias cannot believe. 

Alias picks Jay Smash up and begins to nail Jay Smash with a rapid high kick into a low kick which takes Jay Smash off his feet, then a hard cross punch from the left followed by a roundhouse punch from the right, and an elbow uppercut. 

When Jay Smash is down on the ground, still bleeding profusely, Alias now tries to end the match with another submission, Wake The Devil. Before he can lock the submission hold in all the way in, Jay Smash pulls his left leg away and pushes Alias forward in the turnbuckle post. When Alias turns around, Jay Smash drops him with a spine buster, then a moonsault off the ground, followed by a senton flip, keeping Alias down with the strong combo move. Jay Smash goes for the pin this time. 

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Alias gets his left foot on the rope, which stops the count.

Jay Smash stands up, and once again raises his hands in the hair, getting the fans out of their seats. The crowd goes wild, and the cameras flash as they watch the resolution to this match take place. As Alias stands up, Jay Smash kicks him and ties to put Alias into a Smash Landing position. Unsuccessful, Jay Smash is stopped with a shoulder back toss again, but this time, Jay Smash lands on his feet. When Alias turns around, he doesn't expect Jay Smash to be up.

Jay Smash is just running back from hitting the ropes and knocks Alias to the ground with a knee smash. Alias gets right back up and backs up into the ropes where Jay Smash tosses Alias to the other end of the ring. When Alias comes back, Jay Smash delivers a low forearm into Alias' abdomen and sets Alias up once again, for the Smash Landing. Alias goes up into the air with Jay Smash's finisher, and with a gasp from the crowd, they watch as Alias' body slams down hard with the Smash Landing. Jay Smash goes for the pin. 

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3!

The fans cheer after the pin is made, and Jay Smash is declared the winner in his debut match in ACW.

Winner: Jay Smash

Reliving the Past... Creating the Future



It wasn't everyday that you came upon a wrestler talking to a pair of owners like they where all old friends. Alliances where made, and just as quickly they where broken in the world of professional wrestling. Certain things seemed to stand the test of time though, like being able to come back to your roots and once again speak to two of the men who helped give you your start.

Alias, still dressed in his ring attire after just finishing his United States Tournament match, and believe it or not he was even in a happy mood as he came into the camera's view. He took the bottom corner of his sleeveless FTN shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he made his way down the hallway. A mixed, somewhat quizzical, reaction came from the crowd as he reached his destination. 

One door with two names....

Jimmy Boyd and Charlie Dunn.

Without hesitation he gave three stiff hits to the middle of the door and waited, the fans that watched in the arena didn't know what to expect. Tugging the door open Dunn looked at his newest guest...and a welcome guest it was.

"Jesus you just had to grow that goatee, huh? You where more marketable for merchandise without it, ya know." Dunn said with a sly grin as Alias entered the room.

"When did I ever sell anything in the first place?" Alias said with a wink.

"Chris is right. He could never sell a match to save his life." Shot in Boyd. 

Alias laughed to himself, between Boyd and Dunn, Boyd had always been the quicker one on the comeback.

"So how have you guys been doing?" Alias started, "I've heard there's been a couple of clashes already between the both of you and Winters..."

"You know how start-ups are Chris...growing a fed back to that old high point most definitely brings a few growing pains with it along the way." interjected Dunn. "Speaking about growing pains. You can't imagine how surprised I was to see how much you had changed since you dropped off the face of the earth back in '96. What happened to the ACW-brat, huh?"

Alias smiled to himself as he began to unwrap the white tape from his right hand, even though he wasn't always proud of what he had done back then, those where much simpler days for him. His future had been ahead of him, the world at his feet.... all that shit. 

"New York swallowed him whole Jim. That's a whole different story for a whole different time though... when I don't have to think about..." 

Alias paused for a sec, he gingerly touched his slightly swollen right thumb before simply just yanking it over to it's original place. Not only did Jim and Charlie grimis, but you could even hear a bit of shock from the crowd. The injury hadn't even been caught on camera during his match. 

"...this shit. I hate dislocations."

The room was silent for a few moments as Boyd and Dunn once again sat back in there large comfortable leather chairs. All they could do was stare at Alias, a kid who they once thought they could read like a book, continued to remove himself further and further from the old image.

"Actu..." was all Alias could say to the two other owners of ACW, breaking the momentary silence, before he was interrupted in his tracks by the loud slam of the door behind him hitting the wall. One man now stood directly behind Alias... completely ignoring him and looking straight at Boyd and Dunn.

The Attitude" Max Douglas.

"Where's Winters? 

You'd be the other two lackey owners right? 

You'll do, because I want a damn match booked for next week. Hell, just because Geology Vaccine lucked out last week didn't mean that I shouldn't have head-lined tonight. Even against more jobber fodder like SilverHAWK or O."

By this point Dunn's jaw had dropped. Even though he had worked in this business since the 80's... he still couldn't fathom the testosterone that some guys ran on 24-7.

"The Attitude can't stroke his ego if he doesn't have any ass to kick."

By about this time Alias had had about enough... insulting other wrestler's was one thing, he could care less about people he never talked to in the first place. Interrupting and undermining him and what he was doing? 

It was the kind of shit that had never flown for Alias. 

"Do you realize you just interrupted my fucking conversation?" Alias said with a scowl... he had gotten to his feet and in one motion had thrown the chair he was sitting on to the side of the room. He hadn't finished unwrapping his left hand and now half the tape hung free.

"You think I give a fuck? 

Who the hell are you anyway?" Max Douglas sneered back.

With that the bodies of Alias and Max Douglas tensed up. In just a matter of minutes they where ready to rip each other apart and probably the office apart while they where at it. "I have a feeling your going to find out." Alias said to Douglas with a smile. 

"Stop the damn cock fight, you idiots. So far this office has survived the ACW revamp without one damned scratch. After two damned months, that won't change." Jimmie Boyd said to both men as he stepped in-between them and pushed them apart.

"Plus ya know Dunn? I think I've just had a stroke of genius... instead of tearing apart our office... why don't we let these two tear apart each other in the ring next week..." The crowd who where watching everything unveil backstage, was beginning to really get into the argument between Alias and "The Attitude" and cheered about this most recent development.

"I'm sure both of you men would love to put a W on the board." Dunn added.

"You think this gives me a match for next week? What fucking ever..." Was the parting shot from Max Douglas as he batted Boyd's hand away and walked out of the office and down the hall. He had the rest of the night off, which meant he was as good as gone as soon as possible.

While the camera began to zoom in on Alias's determined glare towards the doorway, the cameras cut to another part of the arena.

Warning Shot



The scene fades into the locker room of Brandon Blade he is sitting down on an empty bench as the camera man sets up and focuses in on Blade.

His eye's are wide as he whispers... 

"Branson Blair...you think you have the right to even utter my name, let alone try and jump me. People like you are the reason America is such a cess-pool of a country, that dollar I threw at you, that's more then you've ever seen in your life you two bit peon!

Now I classify myself as a fair man, oh well no not really, but hey I'll lower myself to your level actually no I won't your not worth the steam off my piss water. 

Fuck with me and you'll see why the call me New Zealand's Finest athlete and Wrestling Prodigy."

Blade gets up and leaves, as the first warning shot has been fired.

That's Gotta Hurt



The match between Jay Smash and Alias had just ended, and Jay Smash is now seen backstage walking around with a smile, yelling out "yeah!" and other loud chants, before he is stopped by interviewer Joey Sellers who has a mic with him.

"Mr. Smash, great match you had tonight. It was very surprising to see a rookie as yourself give it everything you had in your debut match."

" Wait a second...Rookie? 

Oh you mean Alias, yeah well, the kid did good. He may be a rookie, but like you said, he sure gave it his all against me in my debut match. But anyways, lets stop talking about the rookie, and start talking about the Big Jay shall we?"

" Jay Smash, I have to ask you though, what got you into this match when it should have been Alias vs....."

" Oh, oh, oh, right, well, you see, Blair had to go on an 'early vacation' so I was kind enough to take place in his match instead, you know, you be a nice guy. Really, at first I didn't care, because I wanted my own match, and I gave Ethan, you know, the respected, loveable boss, my 'not caring' look. Wanna see it? It goes like this..."

Jay Smash stares at the camera with his eyes crunched up and the left side of his mouth going moving up, making a 'not caring' kind of look.

"Well, it's good to know, that we have seen your 'not caring' look, just incase we are saying something you don't care about...You can stop the look now by the way..."

"Why? I don't care what you have to say..."

The fans giggle a bit, but keep quiet to listen.

"Well Joey, it's been great talking to you and I must be going now."

"One last question before you leave."

"Sure go ahead...And it better be something important...if it isn't...then I don't care."

"Right, ok, so Mr. Smash, what are your plans for next weeks show?"

"Umm...hmm...good question. I guess you'll have to wait until next weeks show."

Joey Sellers is left standing by the camera as Jay Smash walks off. 

 

NON TITLE
Street Fight

SilverHAWK Vs. Osyrus

    

With hardly any build up to this match all night, it was no shock that the crowd went wild, when the pictures came up on the bigSCREEN to signify that this match was about to take place, and as "Rape Me" by Nirvana played in the arena, the crowd began to sign a chorus of boo's as Osyrus appeared from behind the curtain and walked out in front of the World, with a "Not Guilty" t-shirt on, smug like pointing to it as he walked up the ramp. However, the expression on his face soon changed, as the crowd began to cheer to his dismay...

"What the fuck?"

WHAM

HAWK had ran from the back, and clobbered Osyrus with a clothesline to the back of the head as he fell onto the ramp, looking up at the lights, Osyrus squinted his eyes because of the light itself, but they where soon open, as HAWK peered into Osyrus' face.

"FUCKER."

As he then released a huge gob of spit onto Osyrus' t-shirt and then ripped it off of his chest as he still lay on the metal ramp. HAWK pulled Osyrus to his feet as Osyrus backtracked to the ring, but as he stood still HAWK hit with three almighty right hands, the last of which sent Osyrus to his knees, and then flopping over, lying on the mat just on the perimeter of the ring.

HAWK pulled the ring apron up and rumbled under the ring for some sort of weapon, and as he pulled out a chain, he lifted it into the air as was greeted with a cheer from the fans. 

At this point the referee just made it on the scene, and although there was nothing he could do but ask for the bell, he tried to persuade HAWK not to go down this road. HAWK, shoved the referee out of the way and pulled Osyrus' head up, and then began to choke the former ACW World Champion with the chain, Osyrus groaning and panting for oxygen.

As HAWK released the hold, he kicked Osyrus in the side, as he then rolled over, lying with his back on the metal ramp. HAWK then lifted his right arm, and bore the chain down upon Osyrus' stomach. 

Osyrus screamed in pain as he rolled over holding his belly, the fans at either side of the ramp erupting in cheers and shouting at Osyrus as he lay on his side. HAWK threw the chain to the ground and then pulled Osyrus up to his feet, then shoving his head in between his own legs. 

The crowd gasped as HAWK tried to Piledrive Osyrus on the metal ramp, but Osyrus was aware enough to monkey flip the ACW Champion over his head as HAWK's back slammed against the metal mesh of the ramp.

As Osyrus breathed deeply on all fours, he got to his feet and his expression soon turned to anger, as he violently kicked HAWK in the ribs, and then proceeded to pick him up, and shove him against the metal railings which where at each side of the ramp. HAWK's ribs and back were now visibly red and sore as Osyrus punched him over to the side of the ring and then whipped him into the ring steps, which HAWK connects with his back.

HAWK did not speak, his face said it all as the pain shot through his spine and legs, and he then keeled over after the impact. Osyrus rubbed his head of sweat and then he looked under the ring for a weapon. 

A Singapore cane came out from underneath the ring, so as Osyrus picked it up, and then took a Sammy Sosa position with it, he tired to his a home run on HAWK's head, but instead HAWK shifted to the side as Osyrus hit a clean air shot, almost spinning 360 degrees. As Osyrus and HAWK came face to face again, HAWK hit him with hard right hand which sent Osyrus reeling back 2 steps, but Osyrus soon had the advantage again as he drop kicked HAWK in the side of the head as the Champion was trying to rise to his feet.

Osyrus picked up the Singapore Cane once again, and this time connected as he jabbed it into the ribs of HAWK and then smashed it over his back, which sent screams from the crowd in attendance. For the first time in the match, Osyrus bundled HAWK into the ring and then proceeded to throw weapons into the ring. 

A steel chair, Singapore cane and the steel chain were all thrown in there, as Osyrus then entered, pushing them to the side as he tried to take apart HAWK with his skills.

Osyrus picked HAWK up and slung him into the corner, were he began to hit him in the stomach with some hard and swift kicks before he whipped him to the other corner and followed that up with a huge body splash. 

HAWK then gets smashed in his rib cage as Osyrus drives his shoulder into him.

HAWK was on the mat curled up, holding his stomach with a painful expression written all over his face and as Osyrus pulls the ACW World Champion to his feet, he puts more punishment on his ribs as Osyrus held HAWK over his knee and placed pressure on each side of HAWK to bend him over his knee. 

After a good 30 seconds of this, Osyrus let of HAWK as he slumped to the mat. Osyrus got to his feet and looked down at the sorry excuse for a champion, he looked around at the crowd and laughed, pointing at HAWK at the very same time.

The boo's increased, as ACW's 2nd LEAST favourite member entered the fray, as Ethan Winters appeared at the top of the stage, laughing his head off as he walked down. It was unusual for him to do this, the only other time he had come to the ring was to screw HAWK over at Relentless, but this time he walked casually, and then walked around the ring as Osyrus went back to work.

Osyrus took the steel chair and placed it roughly in the center of the ring, he then picked up HAWK and looked to suplex him on the actual chair, but he stopped, and then looked at the turnbuckle with a huge smug look on his face. 

As Big O pushed HAWK into the corner and then pushed him up to the top rope, with a few punches in between to soften him up, Osyrus checked behind him to make sure he had done his math's right, and then proceeded to superplex HAWK off the top rope, and onto the steel chair, which he did.

Winters jumped for joy as both men lay on the mat, it took a fair bit out of Osyrus but even more out of HAWK, whom now grimaced as every move that he made. As Osyrus was about to cover...Winters shouted him over, and then pointed at the steel chain, Osyrus liked the idea.

Osyrus wrapped the chain over his hand, and then waited patiently for the Champion to get to his feet. The crowd tried to warn HAWK of what was about to come, but as he got to his feet, holding his back and then turned around to face Osyrus. Metal hit flesh as Osyrus rattled HAWK with a huge right hand. 

As HAWK lay on the mat, Osyrus mounted him and then began to batter him in with the chain wrapped right hand, as a gash appeared on HAWK's forehead which began to widen as Osyrus repeatedly connected with his forehead.

As Osyrus came off HAWK and then threw the chain out of the ring, he picked HAWK up once again, and then throws him up on his shoulders, looking to finish it off, but as HAWK began to stir, he made it hard for Osyrus to keep him on his shoulders...and as HAWK slipped off of Osyrus, he planted a kick to Osyrus' gut, and then drove him down to the mat with a sharp DDT which got the crowd up off their seats.

The crowd then looked in bewilderment as eXistenZ appeared at the top of the ramp.

He had not been seen in any latest courage's other than jobbing to people, and as he walked down to the ring, and stood beside Winters, not even Winters knew that he was doing, but as he whispered something to Winters to reassure him, Winters just then looked on, as both men in the ring were just beginning to get to their feet.

As both men exchanged right hands, it seemed to be HAWK who got the best of the exchange as blood trickled from his head, but as he pushed Osyrus towards the ropes and then whipped him to the other side, a new lease of life graced him as he then clotheslined Osyrus. Osyrus for to his feet straight away, but he was then dropped to the mat with a big Samoan drop.

HAWK got to his feet and looked over at Winters and eXistenZ, before he picked Osyrus up once again and threw him to the corner of the ring. He picked up the steel chair which was near by and rammed it into Osyrus' chest and shoulder. 

Osyrus escaped HAWK's clutches with a rake of the eyes as he wandered into the center of the ring, but as he turned around, the steel chair was blasted onto his forehead, and not even two hands which tried to block the shot could help him, as the metal connected with Osyrus' head and he shot back and fell out of the ring.

As HAWK was about to follow Osyrus on the outside, Winters ordered eXi to jump up on the apron, which he did, and then he jumped down after he had got the attention of the ACW Champion. HAWK wondered over to the duo, and laughed as eXi looked on, as Winters shouted at both men, he told eXi to get in there and fight but he never...instead, eXi walked away, he had taken enough. 

HAWK watched eXi walk up the ramp as Winters went ballistic, shouting "You're Fired" but as eXi walked away, he had not a care in the World, as he said what must have been a good bye to the fan either side of the ramp.

After all the commotion, the fans at the side where Osyrus had fallen down were now booing and screaming, as HAWK moved over to check on Osyrus, and as he went through the ropes, and metal pipe which Osyrus held in his hand connected with the ACW World Champion, and as he fell back, the pipe rattled on the ground as HAWK was out cold. 

Winters once again jumped for joy and rushed over to Osyrus, as he pushed him into the ring, and placed him over HAWK.

 

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3.

 

The fans united in an array of boos, as Winters pushed the referee away and out of the ring and pulled Osyrus to his feet as a microphone was pushed into the center of the ring, upon the Owners request. 

The two stood in the center of the ring, being hit with numerous pieces of trash and empty beer cups, as one of them reached for the mic to speak, the other caught his breath and looked down as HAWK who bled all over the mat.

"It's funny how this pipe has taken out two people in over seven days," the owner stated as Osyrus laughed with him.

"Ladies and Gentleman, come next month, you are looking at, the TWO TIME ACW World Champion!"

As the boos filled the arena, the ego in the ring sounded them out, as one man Owned the federation that they now call home, the other now owned the current ACW World Champion. It was further proof that in ACW, evil would always win over good...but plans where in the midst for a change, and it would be soon were those plans would come to life as Winters continued to place his foot were it did not belong, but who was going to step up now? 

Only time will tell.

Winner: Osyrus