All-Star Championship Wrestling

LIVE! on Sunday 8th December
From Phillips Arena, Atlanta, Georgia

PREVIOUSLY...It seemed to be a week that Winters couldn't believe, after one of his worst weeks while in charge of the ACW, he now had one of his best weeks were he not only helped further destroy SilverHAWK, but last Wednesday's house show actually went very well...what could go wrong this week?

Point?

There was no big meeting planned for this week, as Winters was on top of the World, the wrestlers were beginning to take him seriously, and they were listening to him, things were working well...

Winters sat behind his big oak desk which had been set in one of the back room of the arena, a mass of paperwork was in front of him, to make it look like he was doing work, when really he paid people to do this sort of stuff for him. In front of his, sat Fonzi Barthello, one of the "older" talents at ACW whom he wrestled at the last two house shows, and he had impressed Winters substantially with his old time style and mat wrestling antics.

"Fonzi, you, like so many other it seems in the wrestling world, are an unearthed gem that I think could do very well here at ACW. You see, I have to admit that I'm not the best at spotting talent, and the talent that I have spotted so far, have pretty much messed me about Fonzi, as they have taken my money and ran, but I always win in the end Fonzi, you have to remember that one."

Fonzi sat up in his chair as he listened to his "boss" talk a little more. He was in decent shape for a 38 year old, being around the ACW for the last 6 years made sure that he kept fit with all the wrestlers, most of which were his age anyway. He came in when people were injured, and usually done a fine job of entertaining a crowd whenever he needed to. He was no show-stopper, he never was, but he was someone you could trust to have an all round good match, and he and his opponent would usually leave with no major injuries, which was always a good thing for any touring show.

"I know that you are already a road manager here Fonzi, that has in his contract that you can wrestle when needed, but I'd like to change the contract about a little. Firstly I'd like to see you in the ring a bit more, say every week, to more or less help with pushing the younger guys in their overall career. Let's face facts Fonzi, you are coming to the end of your time with being able to wrestle, and being a wrestler I would presume that you would want to wrestle as much as possible?"

"There is a difference between being a wrestler and being a jobber Mr. Winters."

"That there is Fonzi, but you have to realise that it's just not possible for a man your age to be winning over the younger guys, if I say put you in a handicap match against two younger stars, you would be mauled, but vice-versa, there is always a chance. I'm giving you a chance to wrestle for say a month or two, I'm looking for you to go for some big bumps, cage matches maybe? come on, you know you want to be a star."

"I want to be a star yes...but I want to walk by the end of the it, and I'm afraid that I'm just going to have to do that right now...walk."

With that, Fonzi rose from his seat and exited the make shift office, leaving a stunned Winters, but Winters was not left alone for long, as soon as one man left another arrived, this time with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Mr. Winters...have you seen the ratings for this week?"

"Jeremy, calm down...let me see."

Winters looked down at the piece of paper and then slipped his shades down, as he crumpled the piece of paper in his hand and then threw it away.

"Get me Dunn and Boyd...and get me them now!"

ACW United States Title Tournament
Geo Vacton Vs. ToK

ToK's music thundered through the arena as the monster of a man walked out onto the stage ramp. He smirked at the crowd generously and then power-walked down to the ring, shaking the ropes as he entered it. He eyed the crowd and the referee as he slowly paced around the ring, awaiting the entrance of his opponent.

"'Cos I'm T-N-T, I'm dy-no-mite!" Was all that was heard throughout the arena as Geo Vacton charged out onto the ramp. He moved around in circles giving numerous fans high fives and cheering them on as they sang his theme song. He slid into the ring and winked at ToK as he bounced around the ropes. ToK shuck his head and put his hands on his hips. Vacton stopped his parade noticing that ToK was growing impatient. His theme music ended and the match got underway immediately with ToK sending Vacton into the ropes.

ToK grabbed Vacton's arm in mid run and hurled him over his head with a Judo arm flip. ToK spun around on the mat and immediately locked on a type of leg head lock. The referee skidded to the mat to make a call, but Vacton quickly turned over to releases the pressure and break the hold. ToK stood up and took little time in wrapping up with Vacton. ToK won the lockup and committed a pounding vertical suplex heard all around the arena. ToK stood up and dusted his hands up showing that Vacton was being easy work thus far. Vacton layed on the mat, attempting to take a breather.

ToK lifted Vacton up and threw him onto the turnbuckles. Vacton sat for a moment as ToK climbed up to the second rope, but then started fighting back with a few weak slaps at first. Then he layed the power on with a few mighty punches and shoved ToK off of him. ToK stept down and took a few steps back but didn't fall. Vacton stood up on the second rope and jumped off to hit ToK with a drop-kick. ToK again took a few steps back, but Vacton wasn't hitting him hard enough to make him fall. Giving the match a burst of energy Vacton grabbed ToK and sent him into the ropes. Vacton ran in the opposit direction and the two met half way, Vacton hitting him with a clothes line. ToK fell immediately and Vacton paced around the ring a few times.

ToK stood up and was met with a few short slaps by Vacton and then a kick to the stomach. Vacton was trying to set him up with a power-bomb or some other move, but ToK overpowered him and flipped him over his head once again with a back body drop. Vacton, having no momentum to recover, hit the mat. ToK shuck his head violently and slapped into the ropes. Vacton rose and was met with an elbow to the face and then a round-house kick. The crowd seemed pretty pumped at ToK's ability to be so powerful.

ToK picked Vacton up and tisked at him as he put a knee into his chest, followed by a slap to the other side of his chest. ToK continued his assault by dragging him around the ring slapping his head on each turnbuckle. Vacton's head bounced right off the second one and smashed into the third but as ToK brought him around the fourth one, Vacton put his foot down and elbowed ToK in the stomach. Vacton followed it up with a few forearm to the side of ToK's face and a back arm to his neck, then a kick to the stomach. Vacton grabbed ToK's head and shoved it into the turnbuckle, throwing it all back into his face. The crowd cheered, but ToK quickly tore his head back. Vacton and ToK locked up, and for once Vacton was the victor. Instead of following it up with an overhead move, Vacton grabbed ToK's legs and pulled them out from underneath him. In a mocking manner Vacton curled ToK into an elevated Boston crab. The crowd cheered as ToK yelled out in agony and pulled Vacton to the ropes to break the hold.

Vacton dropped his legs and took a few steps forward. ToK stood up and had a nasty look in his face. ToK locked up with Vacton, but once again Vacton won. Vacton wrapped his arms around ToK's stomach and flipped him over his side with a belly-to-belly suplex. Vacton withdrew and locked on a headlock to ToK. ToK squirmed around a little bit, refusing to let Vacton beat him out in a technical manouver. ToK stood up even with Vacton holding onto his head and knocked him off by swinging his arms around and throwing him. Vacton charged at ToK realizing that going the technical route wasn't going to work. ToK bounced into the rope and threw Vacton off of him. Vacton slapped ToK around a few times and tried to show him who was boss. Vacton grabbed ToK's arm and attempted to throw him into the ropes, but ToK reversed the move and sent Vacton out. Vacton bounced off the ropes, and was thrown out of the ring as ToK flipped him over his head. ToK smirked and walked to the center of the ring where he posed for the crowd, making the muscles in his neck bulk up.

Vacton rolled on the mat outside of the ring and slowly stood up. He used the steps to stand up, but didn't enter the ring. ToK taunted him, squatting down, preparing to give him the Concluding Endangerment. The referee began the count, but Vacton didn't want to let the match end that way and so slid into the ring. He slowly, very slowly, stood up. ToK made a false step giving Vacton the clue, and so Vacton dove out of the way as ToK attempted the Concluding Endangerment.
ToK hit the middle turnbuckle with a tremendous about of force. Vacton stood up and gave ToK no time to recover. Vacton kicked ToK in the side and then mounted him, punching him in the face. The crowd chanted with his every hit.

"One, Two, Three, Four, Five" Vacton paused for a second. "Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten" the referee touched Vacton on the shoulder but Vacton pushed him away. "Eleven, Twelve" Vacton speeded it up, using two hands now. "Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen Seventeen Eightteen Nineteen." The referee tore Vacton off ToK. Vacton waited for nothing and quickly picked ToK up. Vacton threw him into the ropes and then a DDT, crushing ToK's head into the mat. Vacton showed off his ability by climbing to the top rope and perching himself. He waited for ToK to arise and then hit an amazing hurricanruna. The crowd cheered Geo on as He taunted ToK, telling him to get up and slapping his hands together.

ToK stood up and was met with Vacton's fist. Vacton brawled ToK into a corner and started pummeling away at him in the corner, kicking him in the ribs and then slapping his chest. Vacton placed ToK on the top turnbuckle and then climbed up onto the second. He lifted ToK into the air and set him up as to deliver a power-bomb, but was of course facing the outside of the ring. In an amazing performance he spun around in mid air and drove ToK into the mat with the power bomb. The crowd immediately started chanting for Vacton...

"T-N-T, T-NT, T-N-T!"

Vacton put his arms up in the air as if in victory and shuck the ropes and pounded on his chest getting the crowd going further. The referee checked on ToK who reacted violently and shoved him away as he stood up. Vacton charged at ToK as he had earlier. ToK ducked, and Vacton collided with the referee who was right behind ToK. Vacton jumped to his feet and realized his mistake and attempted to aid the referee. ToK tried to counter by grabbing Vacton by the head and dragging him away. Vacton uppercutted ToK and shoved him away. Vacton and ToK exchanged several blows but Vacton had the upper hand and showed it by throwing ToK out of the ring. Vacton breezed across the ring to again check on the referee, but his focus was soon ended when someone came running down the ramp...

Scott Perry.

Vacton braced himself for a fight, and quickly felt surrounded as ToK climbed into the ring behind him. Perry held a chair and seemed incredibly ready to use it. Vacton pumped him fist and brought them to his chest as Perry slid into the ring. Vacton twirled around a few times to give ToK a glimpse, but then realized that Perry was his biggest threat with the chair in his hand. Both Perry and ToK charged at Vacton, but Vacton was smart and took a page out of ToK's book and quickly dove out of the way. Perry connected with ToK's head with an incredible bang. Perry smiled and stood up, but then realized that he had hit ToK and noticed the presence of Geo standing behind him. Perry looked up and then looked right back at mat next to ToK. Vacton grabbed Perry by the back of the shirt... Perry struggled to get away but it was no use until he literally slipped out of his shirt and ran out of the ring. Vacton chased ToK out of the ring. They played a game of cat and mouse around the ring several times. Finally, Perry jumped over the guard rail and fled through the crowd. Vacton looked as if he was going to follow, but noticed ToK and the referee stirring in the ring.

Vacton slid into the ring just as ToK was to his feet. ToK charged at Vacton with a clothes line, but Vacton reversed it and spun him around, grabbing his head back for a reverse DDT, but it quickly turned into the... GEOCIDE! Vacton twisted ToK around and hit the cross cutter, the crowd went wild as Vacton went for the pin. The referee crawled to the action and made a slow but official count...

One...

Two...

THREE!

Vacton jumped to his feet and still seemed angry at the appearance of Scott Perry. He eyed the crowd and then left the ring, making hardly any gestures to the crowd.

Winner: Geo Vacton

Searching...

The camera heads to the backstage area, where Jay Smash is looking around, searching for something. He looks under a table, then through a crack between two crates, and finally he pulls up a staff member's arm and look under his armpit.

"Hmmm, I can't seem to find it anywhere," Jay Smash says with disappointment.

"What you be lookin' for?" Asks the staff member.

"Well, I'm not sure if you'll understand but you see, I can't seem to find, Brandon Blade or Russa's chance in winning this triple threat match tonight to advance in the US title tournament. It's strange, I mean, we have seen Brandon and Russa, but where are their chances in winning this match tonight? I'll tell you, and everyone else watching tonight.

As a matter of fact, neither made ever had a chance in winning, which would probably lead to someone irritating ass to ask, 'then why were you looking for it?' And my answer would be, simply because I had to get a laugh before I enter the ring and face these two guys who have, once again, no chance in beating the hell raiser, the pain giver, the big jay... tonight, or any other night for that matter.

It is a known fact, that I, Jay Smash will make his way through the crowd, enter the ring, lay the Smashdown on both men's asses, and give them a little, Smash Attack, Vitamin Jay, and a Smash Landing, so the New Disease can go ahead and move up in the books, and getting closer to holding ACW United States title gold on this very strong, wanting, respected, and deserved shoulder that is part of my body.

Go ahead, stare at the beautiful shoulder. It's a very good looking shoulder don't you think? That's why my shoulder deserves to hold my gold, as soon as I win it, in this tournament. After all, if it's not me holding that title... If it's not the man with the good-looking shoulder, then why does anyone else deserve to hold the title? Ok, I'm sounding a tiny bit cocky, but it is gonna be the first title I hold in ACW, and in such a short amount of time. Can't you just picture it? It just sounds right too. Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 295 pounds, from Summerville New Jersey, he is the ACW Unites States champion, Jay Smash!

I think it sounds good. And it makes sense, but lets get down to tonight. You see, I came here tonight with the same reasons I come to every arena with ACW every week. That reason is to prove to one, or two, or three, or four, it doesn't matter how many people, but I have here to prove that I might sound like a nice guy, not looking too much on the anger side of things, but trust me, fun and games, are not something you want to think I do, when it comes to entering that ring. If that is what you think I do, then you should just pack your bags and head to the next arena now, before I break you down from limb to limb. Hey... it's what I do. Be careful... why? Cause it's my time, it's smashing time!"

"Good bye Mr. Smash."

"Oh, right, see ya later."

For His Health

The door opened to Jason Kain�s dressing room, as Jade stood in front of Kain, who was visibly shaking. He was holding a Bible in his hands, staring straight forward.

�Jade, I don�t ask for much do I?�

Jade looked at him and smiled, then stood up and put her arms around his shoulders. �No, Jae� you don�t ask for anything.�

�Well, I have one request��

Jade raised an eyebrow then bit her lower lip.

�Pray for Dante.�

She backed up a moment, then raised the eyebrow higher. �Pray for Dante?�

Kain turned and walked out of the room with an angry frown on his face, leaving Jade in the dressing room with a truly confused look on her face.

The Guarantee

"The ratings have went down Dunn...DOWN! The only way they should be going is Up...UP! Dammit!"

Winters was raging as both Dunn and Boyd sat across from them, they should have had umbrellas on their faces, as Winters was so mad, he was covering them with spittle with every word.

"I came here...to revolutionize this company, take it into the 21st Centaury. I give you all the tools that you need, and you two still cannot put on a good enough show to beat federations like...21W, Action! even theAsylum who are on the same fecking station! What do you two have to say for yourselves?"

Dunn and Boyd were not shaking with fear, but as Boyd nudged Dunn to speak up, Dunn did so.

"The wrestlers still aren't happy with you Ethan, that's a fact, and you have to remember that these other federation have well known "names" when it looks like we are going to have to build ours. We can't pull a multi-million dollar contract for a superstar and have him flagship the company."

"Then we make the stars...Dunn, we make them...that's it from now on, I'm going to look for a star, a star that will take this company to the new level, hell he might not even be in the company at the moment.

We will go up those fucking ratings...that is for damn sure.

As for the wrestlers, I'll talk to a few of them tonight, and see what their problems are...OK guys, go and get the rest of the matches sorted."

"Erm...Ethan?"

"Yeah?"

"We might not have a main event unless these two guys show up..."

"That's alright, I just got a phone call from someone who will take the Main Event spot...no problem..."

As Dunn and Boyd left the room, Winters rubbed his hands together, what could he be up to?

Graffiti

As Inferno entered the arena, you would have been one to mistake that this was actually his hometown crowd, as he entered through the revolving doors, the crowd in the arena boo'd as they watched a less than sane man check himself in and then walk towards the locker rooms.

As he found his number, he walked in, thankfully it was empty, he could not face anyone at this moment in time. He placed his bag one a side bench and then hangs his coat up on the leg before unzipping his back and pulling out wrestling gear, and some sort of cream.

"I can't believe they did that to me last week..."

"Well, they were only trying to protect one another" said a voice, Dante was alone in the room.

"Yes, I can understand protection, but there was no need for the aftermath, no need at all. I can understand if people are going to stand up for one another, I'm fine with that, it just gives me more people to destroy along the way, but to do what they did with that spray paint was ludicrous. A disgusting piece of graffiti which should never have to grace any wall, never mind any body."

Dante un-buttoned his shirt to reveal the aftermath of last week's attack. The paint that bore the sign of Christ on his chest was still apparent, but not in red pain, but in blood, rashes and scars. Dante took the tube of cream and rubbed it on his chest, it was antiseptic, which would bring a tear to any man's eye, except this one.

"I told you last week that your method of cleaning was not the correct one..."

"Iron wool...was a mistake, but there is no point is regrets, unless your name is Jason Kain."

"What will be your revenge?"

"let's just say they better watch me tonight, they better watch my actions...religiously."

ACW United States Title Tournament
Brandon Blade Vs. Jay Smash Vs. Russa

The night is just getting better as the fans gain more excitement as we lead into our next match. Brandon Blade makes his way out first as the sound of '96 Quite Bitter Beings' by CKY hits the PA system. He heads down to the ring with a determined look on his face, and enters under the top rope. Brandon Blade stands waiting for his opponents in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed.

Following Brandon Blade's music, comes 'New Disease' by Spineshank. The camera turns to Jay Smash in the crowd, where he heads down to the ring. Jay Smash hops over the barricade and slides into the ring, and stands back up, watching Brandon Blade's every move.

Jay Smash's music cuts, and 'Fine Again' by Seether blasts, as Russa heads out onto the ramp as the fans begin to cheer. The camera goes back over to the ring as Jay Smash and Brandon Blade stare up at Russa at the top of the ramp. Russa finally runs down the ramp and straight into the ring beginning the match.

Brandon Blade and Jay Smash stomp Russa down as soon as he enters the ring, then they raise him up and toss Russa to the ropes. When Russa comes back, he ducks a double clothesline by the two men. Russa hits the ropes on the other end and comes back with a jumping double arm clothesline of his own, knocking Brandon and Jay to the canvas. Russa raises Brandon Blade up with the back of the head, and slams him into the turnbuckle where he continues to deliver shots to the ribs.

When Jay Smash stands up, Russa turns around and drops Jay with a release German suplex. The fans are on their feet, as Russa gets ready to finish Brandon Blade off early. Brandon Blade turns around off the turnbuckle, then Russa goes for a clothesline. When Russa moves in close enough, Brandon Blade raises his leg, nailing Russa with his set-up move; sucks to be you! Brandon Blade goes for the pin, but before a count can be made, Jay Smash pulls Brandon Blade out of the ring by the legs. Brandon Blade swings a punch at Jay Smash, just to be blocked and knocked to the ground with a throat thrust by Jay Smash.

Russa makes his way back to his feet, and Jay Smash slides into the ring. Jay Smash runs at Russa, dropping him back down with a flipping neckbreaker. Jay Smash stands up and climbs to the top turnbuckle where he waits for Russa to stand up. Before Russa gets to his feet, Brandon Blade enters the ring once again and clotheslines Russa down from behind. Brandon Blade turns to Jay Smash on the top turnbuckle, where Jay Smash leaps off with a cross body onto Brandon Blade, and falling back onto Russa.

Jay Smash stands up and stands on the ring apron. Brandon Blade and Russa are both still down as Jay Smash springboards off the top rope and lands a springboard frog splash on top of both men. Jay Smash goes for the pin on Russa. 1...2... Russa kicks out and rolls away from Jay Smash. Jay Smash then goes for a pin on Brandon Blade. 1...2... Brandon Blade kicks out as well. Jay Smash stands up and turns back to Russa. When Russa gets to his feet, Jay Smash drops Russa over the top rope with a german suplex

Jay Smash runs off the ropes at Brandon Blade, but Brandon knocks Jay Smash down into the bottom tope by the neck with a toehold. Brandon Blade stands on top of Jay Smash's neck, choking him as long as he can before the referee pulls him away. Brandon backs off, and turns to Russa who slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle. Brandon Blade climbs up the same turnbuckle where both men begin to swing punch after punch at each other.

Jay Smash stands back up holding his neck, then he walks over to Brandon Blade who sets Russa up from a superplex. Jay Smash climbs up the turnbuckle right below both men who are at the very top, and he gets Brandon Blade onto his shoulders. Jay Smash jumps back, with Brandon Blade, and Brandon Blade swings Russa off the turnbuckle into a huge suplex back to the ground. Jay Smash legs Brandon Blade by the legs into a pin. 1...2... Brandon Blade gets his shoulder up.

Russa can barely keep his eyes open as he tries to stand up after a very high superplex to the other side of the ring. Brandon Blade and Jay Smash begin to swing punches at each other, until one of them can no longer throw a punch. Both men begin to show weakness into their punches, but before they can get any further, Russa gets back to his feet and dropkicks Jay Smash from behind, into Brandon Blade. Brandon Blade falls back through the ropes and to the ring apron, and Russa begins to knock Jay Smash around with punches of his own.

Russa tosses Jay Smash into the ropes and waits for Jay Smash to come back. When Jay Smash makes his way back to Russa, he rolls down onto the ground, causing Russa to miss and clothesline. Jay Smash pops back up from his rolling position and gets knocked back down hard with a chair shot from Brandon Blade, surprising everyone. The referee walks over to Brandon Blade, yelling at him for hitting Jay Smash with the chair. The referee then points up at the ramp, telling Brandon Blade that he has been taken out of the match. Brandon Blade swings the chair up and cracks it over the referee's skull.

The ref falls to the ground then rolls out of the ring. Brandon Blade continues to assault on the ref, by nailing the chair into the referee's back. He then tears the referee's shirt off and chokes him with it, telling him that he is still in the match. When Brandon Blade turns around to the ring, Russa runs at the ropes and leaps off Jay Smash, who crouched down. Russa flies high into the air and lands onto Brandon Blade, Brandon Blade slams hard onto the ground and Russa rolls off Brandon Blade, slamming himself into the announcer table.

Jay Smash stands up in the ring, taking a breath as he watches Russa and Brandon Blade try to stand up outside the ring. As they begin to the stand up, the ring announcer grabs a mic, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, it has come to my attention, that in result of the attack of the referee by Brandon Blade, this match.... will continue as it has been made."

Jay Smash cannot believe what he heard, so he rolls out of the ring and picks up Brandon Blade. Jay Smash punches Brandon Blade onto the announcer table, and then he grabs a chair. Jay Smash swings the chair into the air, and nails Brandon Blade into his chest, getting the fans out of their seats. Jay Smash sticks the chair on top of Brandon Blade, and he climbs to the top turnbuckle where he stands up, with his back facing the announcer table. He raises his hands into the air, as the fans watch in amazement, then Jay Smash takes off high into the air, crashing Brandon Blade through the announcer table with a moonsault!

The fans and Russa look amazed to see the move, but Russa remember that it is still a match. Russa picks Brandon Blade up and rolls him into the ring, then goes for the pin. The EMTs are the only people running down, trying to help the referee that was attacked by Brandon Blade. Before a new referee could come down, Jay Smash stands back up, holding his right side after the moonsault. He slides into the ring and Russa stands up before Jay Smash can do anything. Brandon Blade rolls out of the ring, out of harms way, then a new referee runs down.

Both Jay Smash and Russa are standing inside the ring, both tired and injured from the match. Jay Smash and Russa begin to throw punches at each other, then they runs at the opposite sides of the ring and back at each other. Jay Smash knocks Russa down with a knee smash, and Russa stands back up. Jay Smash runs at Russa, but Russa drops Jay Smash with a superkick. As Russa runs at the ropes, Brandon Blade pulls Russa by the legs, tripping him to the ground face first. Jay Smash baseball slides Brandon Blade into the barricade, then waits for Russa to stand up.

Russa finally gets back to his feet and looks at Jay Smash only to be drilled in the face with a dropkick sending him to the outside of the ring. Jay Smash quickly follows to the outside where both of his opponents are laying on the ground. Smash decides to continue his attack on Russa and forget about Brandon Blade for the moment. Smash grabs Russa by the head and slams him face first in to the barricade. Smash then backs up a few feet and waits for Russa to turn around and delivers a clothesline to Russa sending him to the floor. Just as Smash turns around to go after Blade he is met with a right hand to the face courtesy of Blade. Smash rocks back a little bit from the blow but retaliates with a right hand of his own to the face of Blade. Both men then begin to exchange punches until Smash gets the upperhand and throws Blade in to the ring post face first. The move seems to knock Blade out as he falls to the floor not moving.

Jay Smash then once again turns his attention back to Russa who is now up on his feet moving toward Smash. Russa nails Smash in the face with a right forearm followed by a few punches to the gut. Russa then whips Smash in to the ring apron and Smash clinches his back in pain from the move. Russa then grabs Smash by the head and throws him back in the ring to continue the match before they get counted out. Brandon Blade finally comes back to and realizes he needs to get back in the ring as well and stands up. He's just about to reenter the ring but his attempts are stopped short when a man hops over the barricade and drills him from behind with a chair. The chair shot right to the back sends Blade falling to the floor. The fans boo as the man continues his attack with the chair nailing Blade on the back once again. The man looks out at the crowd and they finally realize it's Branson Blair.

The fans continue to boo as Blair drills Blade in the back once again with the chair. The ref finally sees what's going on outside the ring and slides out of the ring. Blair throws the chair in to the ring to get rid of the weapon. The ref confronts Blair and asks him what the hell he thinks he's doing and Blair proceeds to nail the ref in the face with a right hand knocking him down. Blair then picks up Brandon Blade and delivers a quick powerbomb on to the floor. He stands there for a second and looks at the damage he did then hops back over the barricade and takes off through the crowd.

The two competitors in the ring had been oblivious to the action outside of the ring the whole time because they were busy fighting. Smash had regained the upper hand against Russa and was moving in for the kill. He delivered a DDT to Russa and stood up then finally noticed the chair laying in the ring. He also noticed the ref and Brandon Blade were both knocked out on the outside of the ring. So Smash quickly walked over and picked up the chair and walked back over to Russa. He then lays the chair down on the ground next to Russa and then picks up Russa. He sets him up for the Vitamin Jay then delivers the finishing move on to the steel chair. The fans let out a slight pop as they know the match is pretty much over. Smash makes the cover just as the ref comes to and the ref slides back in the ring seeing the cover being made. He makes the count.

1...

2...

3!

Winner: Jay Smash

I Laugh At Danger

The triple threat match had just ended and Jay Smash is now seen backstage where he walks up to an EMT. The EMT turns around, telling right away that it is Jay Smash. The EMT looks surprised to see Jay Smash standing next to him, but as Jay Smash tries to move, his leg goes out on him.

"I need your help."

"Oh my god, it's Jay Smash! You were great in that last match. You should see how high you went with that moonsault. Well of course you would know, you did the move."

"Yeah, umm, I think there is a problem with my leg. Can you take a look at it?"

"Yeah sure, here, let me help you. Just come on into that room right over there and we can sit you down."

"Thanks."

Jay Smash and the EMT enter a small white room with all the medical equipment that is needed to treat any injuries. Jay Smash sits down in a chair and pulls down his right kneepad where a large bruise is seen running across the top of his knee around to the other side of his leg.

"Ouch. Is it bad?"

"I'm not sure, it could just be a big bruise from crashing into something from that moonsault, or it could be worse. We might have to take you to the hospital to check this out. But hey, was it worth it?"

"Was it worth it? I got to stand high up in the air, while thousands of fans cheered me on, as I did one of the most dangerous moves I have ever done. I took Brandon Blade further than he could have possibly imagined in that match. And as for Russa, well, why don't you ask the guy himself what he thought of the match. But to answer your question... yeah, it was worth it. I got to do what I came to ACW to do. To be crazy, be a risk-taker. And you don't see big guys like me go flying that high much. That's why I do it."

"Well I hope you feel the same way next week. I'm not sure this will heal in just a week."

"That's ok, I've wrestled with injuries before. I'll deal with it. After all, I've got all the time in the world to get to where I want to be."

"Where's that?"

"Oh come on, don't tell me you're that brainless. At the top! I'm here, to get to the top. Just like everyone else dreams about that isn't there yet. Because it's a place you could only imagine, but when you are there is completely different than you expected. People change at the top, and I've been there in the past, so trust me, I know what it takes, and I'll be there, with injuries or no injuries. Now, are we done talking? This leg is killin' me."

"Oh sorry, ok, we need to walk over to that ambulance and then we can get over to the hospital quick."

"Well I'm sure glad it's gonna be quick. It would suck to be in an ambulance that goes slow with a patient in it. But hey, it's really ok, I don't think I'm gonna die from the injury."

"Well, you never know what could happen..."

"Huh?"

Jay Smash is sitting in the back of the ambulance as the doors shut, then drives away.

Meeting The Man

Winters wondered the halls of the arena, something he had never done before in his life, but with this new found life and motivation to find the "One", he felt that such drastic measures was necessary.

"The dust in this place...what lives here?"

Just as he said that he could see a figure walk into it's dressing room, so putting two and two together, Winters realized that this guy must be an ACW wrestler. Winters walked up to the dressing room and barged in, not even knocking, but who was he to knock? He was the owner, but at that point he wished he wasn't as ICU got in his face as he entered.

"Ivan...hello there, can I come in?"

"If you must..."

ICU didn't even take his eyes off the Owner as Winters brushed one of the benches off and then rested himself upon it, as he took his shades off as the room was very dim, making it hard to see under the shade lens'.

"Myself and the other two owners are doing a little survey type thing, and we are wondering if you have any problems in the ACW at the moment?"

"Problems? Other than not being booked on a Courage for a good 3-4 weeks, I have no problems that I can't deal with myself. There's something you gotta understand Winters, there a few people in this fed that aren't happy with you, and I wouldn't be surprised if they bit the hand that fed them very very soon...as for me, I don't talk behind backs, if I don't like you, I'll tell you, and I have to say, I'm still making my mind up about you."

Well...that's...that's good to hear Ivan, good you can be honest...you have the star quality that I might be looking for, keep in my good books and you could be at the top very soon, you know. Anyway, I gotta go, and see what others guys think about ACW."

With that Winters left the locker room, leaving ICU searching for something in his bag..

"Asshole."

Freedom

It had been the same old routine for weeks now...from arena to arena, state to state, he would always leave with the same feeling of emptiness in the pit of his stomach. As he looked at the chalk board tonight to see his name vacant from any card, be it the dark matches or what not, eXi asked himself was it really all worth it?

As his bag was packed and his jacket was zipped up to the top, he left his locker room which he shared with 3 other wrestlers, and then took to leaving. Unreturned goodbye's left him feeling a little sorry for himself, and as he left, a smile could only be brought forward as the doorman opened the door for him.

As he walked to the front of the arena to look for a taxi, he felt a bulge in his pocket which he found out to be a piece of paper. He pulled it out of his jacket pocket and un rolled it, it was his ACW Contract.

It was his dreams.

It was his purpose.

It was his life.

And as that contract lay in tatters on the sidewalk, mixing with the dirt and the grim of the Atlanta climate, eXi whistled for a taxi cab to which came to his attention for him to enter.

"Where to bucko?"

"Anywhere but here..."

ACW United States Title Tournament
Jason Kain Vs. fate ling0d

The tournament was under way. The competitors had each pushed themselves to the limit, and they are prepared for their payoff� advancement toward the ACW US Championship. This time the two entering the ring won�t hold back for this chance. This time the two are prepared to do whatever it takes to move forward. This time�

The camera pans around the arena as fate ling0d�s music explodes through the PA speakers. He slowly walks down to the ring looking focused, but a little edgy due to the fact that his opponent is a ring veteran. fate looked to the crowd for support as he turned back toward the entryway awaiting his opponent.

His patience paid off as Jason Kain�s music hit, and the crowd boomed with a cheer. Kain wasn�t patient though, as he rushed to the ring and slid in, yelling for the ref to ring the bell. The ref obliged as Kain ducked under a mis-aimed clothesline, and leveled a kick to fate�s mid-section. Kain bounced off the ropes and hit a hurricane neckbreaker, and dropped down for the quick two-count� but fate just took the act of aggression as a sign that he�d better turn it up a notch. ling0d stood up and stretched his neck as Kain glared at him. Kain didn�t seem too willing to let this match go very long, as it was apparent that he was paranoid of something.

Kain ducked under a punch hooking the arm, setting up for an early Electric Slide, but fate used his power to pull Kain over with a strange variation of a snap mare, send Kain to the mat set perfectly for a spinal tap dropkick. Kain held his back in agony, but fate took advantage flipping over Kain with a slide out neck whip. Kain flopped to the mat, and fate dropped down for the count�

1�

2�

KICKOUT!

Kain shoved his shoulder up at the last possible moment, still holding his neck. He rolled to his stomach and tried to get to his feet, but ling0d came in with a set of hard stomps, shoving Kain back to the mat before rebounding off the ropes and catching Jason with a hard elbow to the back of the head. Kain faltered and flopped to the mat, slowly trying to push himself to his feet again� but fate was already out of the ring looking for something to throw in. The ref ran over to the side of the ring starting the count on fate, but fate didn�t bother listnening, throwing whatever he could into the ring, chairs, trash cans, lids, fire extinguishers, broomsticks, and whatever else he could find. At the 8 count, fate rolled back in just as Kain got to his feet�The ref started rushing around the ring trying to throw the foreign objects out, but it was too late, Kain took advantage of the ref not looking and dropped fate with a kick to the gut and an evenflow DDT into one of the chairs scattered in the ring.

The ref walked over to see if he should disqualify Kain, but there was no true proof due to Kain kicking the chair out of the ring. But the ref still pushed Kain back to let fate back to his feet. Kain complained about the call, but fate took his time getting back his energy� Kain pushed forward, but fate sidestepped shoving Kain into the ropes, and catching him with a desperate looking powerslam from the rebound. Kain held his back, but fate continued to try and shake off the chair-DDT. Kain rolled to a knee, and then got back to his feet. The ref tossed out a trash can, but Kain took advantage once again, grabbing a broom stick, and breaking it over fate�s back� the ref didn�t see it and the match continued. The crowd gave a mixed reaction to the tactic, but Kain still dropped fate with a quick snap suplex.

Suddenly the arena filled with boos and jeers. Dante Inferno had walked out to the entryway, looking down the ramp toward Kain who had just noticed him. Kain turned to the ref to tell Dante to go back to the dressing room, but the ref instead just fought with Kain. Jade ran out and hit Dante from behind with a dropkick, and Kain finally turned back toward the ring.

But things didn�t pan out as Dante turned toward Jade, only a little off balance from the kick, and grabbed her by her neck. She struggled against the hold as Dante sent her flying into one of the guardrails. Inside the ring, fate had taken advantage of Kain�s distraction, catching him with a hard German suplex, then setting in with a hard set of stomps to his back. He pulled Kain to his feet, and swung him around toward the side of the ring where Dante waited with a chair, but Kain reversed with a drop toe hold, tripping fate, but not sending him into the chair. Kain went toward the side of the ring, but Dante climbed into the ring. The ref tried to push Dante out, but Dante shoved the ref out of the way, lifting the chair over his head� Slamming it hard over Kain�s head! The ref called for the bell, saying that Kain won by DQ. fate looked at the two, then Dante turned toward him and fate gave him a snuff of attitude before leaving the ring pointing at Dante. Kain looked at him angrily, Dante suddenly lifted the dented chair over his head again, slamming it down on Kain�s skull, dropping him to the mat as well.

The crowd exploded with boos, as Dante set two more chair shots to Kain�s back, then pulled out a can of spray paint, reprising the situation from a week ago. But this time, the cross was sprayed on Kain�s back� the crowd booed, but Dante called for a microphone.

�WHERE�S YOUR GOD NOW, KAIN?�

With that he pulled out a lighter, lighting the flammable paint, but just as he lit Kain on fire, officials rushed the ring, pushing Dante away from him. They put out the fire, but a new scar pushed through, proving once again that Kain can�t leave without a scar. Dante pulled the mic to his lips as he was being escorted away to an awaiting police car.

�WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW!?�

Kain pushed himself to his feet, his back bleeding from the burns� Jade climbed into the ring next to him as EMT�s told him to let them help him to the back. He shoved them off, glaring up the ramp toward the entryway where Dante disappeared into.

Winner: Jason Kain via DQ

Just A Little Trip

The camera followed Kain up the ramp and back stage, his brand new injury bleeding badly, he stopped and turned to both sides. Jade ran up behind him, and stopped next to him, she tried to calm him down but he just looked infuriated beyond all belief.

�This is enough! Dammit! I don�t like to take my aggressions out on people who are ignorant, but he left me with another scar!�

Jade looked at his back. The large cross-shaped burn freshly engraved on his back. She shook her head as Kain looked to the side, then ran off, grabbing a metal pipe on his way. The camera turned and started to follow as Kain ran to the parking lot where a police car was sitting with it�s lights on. Dante was cuffed and in the back seat, smiling through the window at Kain. Kain glared at Dante, but two police officers stood in his way and told him to back off.

�Mr. Kain, you�re going to have to get medical attention! Please leave, we�ll handle Dante!�

Kain looked at the officers, then took the pipe dropping the first office with a hard swing. The second officer went for his gun, but was dropped with a quick swing of the pipe as well. Kain ducked next to one of the officers and grabbed a set of keys. Unlocking the driver�s door� he climbed in and rolled down his window.

�Hello, Dante� I�m bringing you to meet a friend� Get in, Jade."

She climbed in the passenger�s side, and turned to Dante, who�s face had gone from snide smirk to concerned. She laughed and giggled, as the car peeled out of the arena.

Complications

Dunn and Boyd looked alarmed as they ran through the corridors of the ACW arena for that night, and so they should have been. As the Kain/lingOd match had went on, Winters had spoken to a few of the other wrestlers. Wombat Guerrera, Jimmy Gonz, Alias and Scott Perry. Conversations which didn't go down too well with any of the wrestlers and also Winters.

It seemed that he warned them that any below-par ring performances in his opinion would be met with a fine of $1000.

Not a very productive survey...

As Dunn and Boyd entered the scene, there were around 6 wrestlers around Winters, all of which were shouting at him.

"Dunn...Boyd, get these apes away from me!"

With that the men got out of Winter's way as he ran off into the distance, fearing for his life.

"Dunn, this guy has no fucking clue what he is doing, he does asked me what we should do about production costs, I'm a fucking wrestler, lemme wrestle." said Gonz as the other wrestlers agreed.

"Winters...still hasn't got what it takes to run ACW yet, give him a bit more time."

"Time is something we don't have Dunn, and you know it. Other feds are taking the ball and running, this idiot keeps dropping it whenever he finds a nickel on the floor, he is only in it for one reason. I for one, am not taking this crap for much longer Dunn and Boydy, you guys are the ones that the wrestlers listen to...it's up you guys to get this guy straight, or you might not have a roster by the start of the next year..."

With that, the wrestlers departed, leaving Dunn and Boyd pondering the future of the company.

"I told you that he'd drive them out..." said Boyd.

"I know you did..."

The More Things Stay The Same

"The only constant is change�"

We find are selves in the presence of "The Original Pulp Hero" Alias as he laces up his big black ring boots. It was about ten minutes until the Main Event, Alias�s first in ACW since the mid 90�s, and he was calmly making his final preparations for war. He still couldn�t believe Max Douglas�s audacity last week. Barging into his conversation with old friends. Who the hell did this chump think he was? Alias shook his head a little� his calm demeanor beginning to turn, fists clenched around the thick boot laces.

This was pointless though, he thought. This was just the beginning of a whole new start for himself, a new chapter in his life. Unless Douglas did anything remotely stupid in the up coming match, Alias didn�t have to worry about him anymore after tonight.

He was hungry for this win, not having the success that he had hoped for since his return. Four matches and all but one ended in loss for Alias. His only win had come just this week against a curtain jerker on a house show. These small problems where nothing that a little whiskey or bourbon couldn�t fix though. A statement that, in and of itself, might be disheartening to any long time observing of the Sheffield family. Alias just scoffed at the idea though, he would never be the kind of man his father was�

He would be a better man, that�s for damn sure.

The memories of his family where always with him, most of the time he was able to drown it out, his other "job" with Eightball and any assignment they where currently working on� or just a night out at The Snake�s club where two of the few.

As Alias sat up, pushing himself off the bench, he rubbed his taped knuckles� staring face to face with his <b>current</b> problem�

"The Attitude" Max Douglas.

"Surprised you didn�t run the minute realized your name was on the marquee beside mine, �Hero�."

All Alias did was stand there and smile, Douglas mustered a half-smile� more then slightly confused. He was attempting to get a rise out of the "OPH", obviously it wasn�t successful... yet.

"What�s the matter? Cat got your tongue, bitch?"

Not yet.

CRACK!

There yeah go.

Alias took time to shake his head and take a step back before reeling a hard right into the jaw of Douglas, knocking him to the floor on his ass. Alias dusted off his hands, smiling to himself he walked off down the hall, the match was about to start. Douglas slowly shock the cobwebs out of his head, clumsily pushing himself off the cold concrete floor.

"How about instead of supplying the tech crew with another one of your shit sound-bytes� you actually get your ass up and back up those words in the ring."

Max fumed as he pushed past the few backstage people that had actually walked over to help him up, quickly making his way towards the ring himself.

One more week in ACW, one more war unfolding before a national audience.

"The more things changed�"

Max Douglas Vs. Alias

The thousands in attendance at the Phillips Arena and the millions watching at home sat quietly with baited breath, waiting for the next match to start. As everyone expected, this battle wouldn't be a forgettable one, two very different men where about to clash for the first time ever. Over just the last week a hatred had brewed between these two men. How much would things escalate up to the PPV? You just had to wait and see.

"Not Over" by The Full Nine pumped itself into the arena, across the PA system, sending the crowd in attendance into a surprising pop. As the cheers continued to rumble inside the arena the ACWtron video played. Alias was waiting just outside the curtains for his cue to run to the ring. Needless to say he waited there in awe from the crowd reaction. "Even back in the 90's I never got this kind of reaction... hell just last week against Jay Smash, I didn't get this kind of reaction. I think they might be finally realizing that the 'Tin Angel' has been replaced with the 'Original Pulp Hero'..." Alias smiled to himself. Thoughts of future glory running through his head, up until the point he was finally snapped out of it...

"Ramp flames in three, Alias. Go... now." Shouted a tech crew member to Alias. Alias didn't need to be told twice as he jogged out through the curtains. A flash bulb shot out here and there as he sped up and ran through the small flames at the top of the entrance ramp, right before they burst out a good ten feet in the air. He slowed down about half way down the ramp, a stern expression on his face. He slapped hands with the odd fan, never stopping his confident stride.

Suddenly the crowds mixed cheers turned to a straight rain of boos as one man appeared at the top of the entrance... chair in hand.

"Screw the entrance music, let's end this fight before it starts." sneered Max Douglas.

Alias had, of course, picked up on the crowds change of attitude and spun around in the nick of time. Clipping Douglas, raised chair in hand, with the back of his elbow. The hard shot sent Max Douglas stumbling back, still grasping the chair in one hand. As the crowd once again cheered, Alias made his way towards Douglas... the battle had just begun.

Max Douglas was ready for the battle to end as quick as possible however, as he swung the chair wildly at Alias's head. As Alias came closer and closer dodging and batting away each shot, Max saw his best chance to get a decisive upper-hand. One boot, two boot later... and Alias was now kneeled over on the ramp clutching his privatest of parts.

"The Attitude" sneered at the downed Alias, he turned to the crowd and did a few short crotch chops before turning back to the downed and kneeling "OPH". Lining him up, Douglas brought back the chair and just as quickly swung it back down.

CRACK

The crowd groaned with heel heat.

CRACK

CRACK

Finally Max Douglas threw down the chair on the entrance ramp, neither man would make it to the ring tonight. Max wasn't done yet... there was still one thing left to do. Douglas brought the battered and slightly bloodied Alias to his feet. Alias went to throw a surprise left but was quickly cut off as Douglas sent a low knee into his stomach. Max Douglas screamed at Alias, a shrill and fevered pitch in his voice, as he shoved Alias's head between his legs and hooked arms up.

"You want me to speak with my fists?! How about a fucking chair, big man?! You just don't fuck with 'The Attitude'!!" Stepping over the chair he brought down Alias straight into it with a vicious Attitude Adjustment. The crowd continued to rain down boos on Max Douglas as he stood back up to his feet. A large cocky, and even a bit loopy, grin plastered on his face. He walked up the ramp and pushed the curtains aside as he stormed to the back.

As a worried murmur filled the arena, a camera zoomed in on Alias's crimson mask as he lay there stomach down and face to one side on the chair. Medics rushed out from the back to help Alias as he slowly attempted to roll over.

Once again the question arose, would evil always win over good?

Max Douglas had no doubt won this battle, but would he win the war?

Would Alias even be able to make it back to finish the war?

Again, only time will tell.

Winner: No Contest