LIVE! on Sunday 22nd December
From Madison Square Garden, New York.

PREVIOUSLY   A few times before in federation history, just when things are looking down for ACW, one night, turns it all on it's head. Recent weeks in ACW have made an eerie atmosphere in the backstage, with many roster members unhappy about the general way they are being treated these days, and some are worried, that drastic measures may be taken soon to get their point across. On the other side of the table is a man whom takes no prisoners, a man whom wants the very best for whomever may be watching his ACW. One half of ACW wants the best for ACW, wrestling wise, money wise, just the better for the whole federation. One half wants the best for himself, soon there will be a choice, but tonight, there will be only one choice. Fight, or die trying...

Who?

A limo pulled into the parking lot and stopped about five metres from a group of doctors outside MGS. Two men got out of the limo, one was Brandon Blade and he was the only one the doctor cared about. Two men emerged from nearby, they were ACW backstage goons to make sure that Brandon would cooperate one way or another, they glared at the tall man who had been shadowing Blade everywhere they went. The two got their bags from the back and walked toward a hallway that would take them to their locker rooms. Kincaide made his move.

"Excuse me, Mr Blade," he began, "As a request of Mr Winters I've got to check you out to make sure that you are okay to wrestle tonight. If you'll come with me."

Blade looked at the big man next to him and then back at the doctor. "What the fuck? I'm not talking to a shrink." Turning back to the big man "Who's Mr Blade?"

The big man laid a hand on Blade's shoulder "No examination, no match" It was short but the message was clear, Winters was exactly the type of person to pull this shit. Blade swore to himself.

"Lead the way Doc."

The doctor led Blade down a corridor off to their left. Blade's associate went to follow but the two big goons, that were there to make sure no trouble arose, stepped in his path. The big man took a seat.

Moments later Brandon Blade was sitting in Kincaide's office. The doctor flicked through some papers before taking out a pen and pad. Kincaide hadn't expected Blade to be so obedient this far, but who knew how long it would be until Blade showed the side Winter's had warned him about

"Well Mr Blade let's not waste anytime then."

"Let's just get this done, I'm in no mood for quack babble tonight."

"Right. You're name?"

"Steve Bridge."

Kincaide scribbled down the response, then glanced at Blade's file. Other wrestling names E.W.S. Bridge, Ewan William Steve Bridge. Most interesting.

"Not Ewan Bridge?"

"No it's not Ewan Bridge, it's Steve Bridge. Is the whole session going to be this way?"

"You've never been called Ewan?"

"No I haven't, not by anyone."

Kincaide continued to take notes.

"Where were you born?"

"Ninety Mile Beach, New Zealand. Don't you have files or something?"

"Now, now Mr Blade the more cooperative you are the quicker this is done" Kincaide tried to use the most soothing voice he could.

"I'm not Mr Blade? Why are you calling me that?" Brandon was starting to lose his temper.

"You haven't been feeling any disorientation lately have you Mr Blade. Er Mr Bridge? Forgetting what you're doing, where you are, what day it is? Even finding that you drift off and end up somewhere else, blacking out maybe?"

"No I'm pretty sure where I am and what I'm doing."

"Ok, have you found that you're forgetting things lately. Names? Places? Codes? Anything at all?"

"No I haven't had any problems."

"Also Mr . Bridge have you felt dizzy or sick lately, anything unusual?"

"Well I felt a little ill but I think I ate a bad chicken sandwich. Can I go now?"

Kincaide was quiet for a moment, he'd finished writing and it seemed something was wrong with Brandon. Brandon couldn't remember his name and had undergone some sort of personality change. He wasn't the flashy egotistical person who'd waste time like Winters had made out, he was straight to the point and had little patience for non sense. Obviously Brandon had undergone some sort of damage and it had affected him. It was nothing too serious though.

"Despite some minor problems that we can easily work out Mr. Bridge you're free to leave now and to wrestle. Have a nice night."

"Yeah, whatever."

With that Brandon Blade, or Steve Bridge had left and it was time for Doctor Kincaide to tell Mr Winters what is happening.

Changing Times

Hours before Endgame was broadcasted to the live pay per view audience, something surprising happen. Someone arrived backstage in the ACW locker room that threw everyone for a complete loop. As this man walked into the backstage area, he just ignored everyone that was in his path as usual. But today something was different about him. Not only was he larger, but no more clean cut look that used to dazzle ACW officials… Instead he supported two sets of silver ear rings in his left ear and a strange looking tattoo on the back of his neck, as he strolled arrogantly by on-lookers. 

His usual black polo shirt with blue jeans was replaced by a reddish black and green flannel shirt, the top two buttons were un-done revealing his massive pecks… as the shirt was mostly covered by a denim jean, leather jacket and dingy looking blue jeans. The individual turned the corner to the right as he was stopped by a familiar voice... 

“Osyrus is that you?” Winters cried out as he walked up to the man, circling him as he checked out his new look. 

“I didn’t even recognize you at first… What’s the occasion?” The majority owner still in a state of shock over the new, grungier makeover Osyrus was sporting. 

“It was time for a change… a serious change because this is the dawning of a new era in ACW, so I might as well dress for the part appropriately.” The former ACW champion stated as he slipped off his leather jacket, revealing more tattoos across both of Osyrus’ ripping biceps and wrists. Winters began to smirk as both men walked together through the hallways. 

“A new era huh? What does that exactly mean Osyrus? Can you fill me in on that?” Osyrus just looked at Winters for a brief moment as he pushed open his locker room door as both men entered. Winters closed the door behind him as ‘The Rookie Freak’ sat down in a metal folding chair, taking off his black boots. 

“Last week, was the end of the Osyrus that you are all quite familiar with. It’s time I took the ‘game’ to the next level of competition… Not just in the hard nose, physical way that I have made famous all around the world, but psychologically as well… Since I know that I have no equal in that department as well.” 

“But what are you talking about Omar… Nobody in the history of ACW has cause more havoc than you have since you have arrived in ACW. I don’t think you are lacking any flaws in your game, you’re the best ACW has got.” Winters trying to console his superstar as Osyrus stood on his feet as he shook his head in disagreement. 

“You obviously don’t understand what I am talking about do you Ethan.” Osyrus pulling his ring attire out of his bag as he threw it on the chair. “ACW has been a cake walk for me thus far… defeating all of your jobbers and so called top stars with little or no effort at all. It’s not only a time where I challenge myself but put everyone else on notice that this is a new OSYRUS. A deadly man that has emerged now than the one that came into this god forsaken federation many months ago. And it all starts tonight when I reclaim my prize possession, the All-Star Championship Wrestling World heavyweight championship… For the second time.” 

“Well of course you’re going to regain the title tonight big man… SilverHawk can’t beat you tonight and at Endgame, you will take him out for good.” Winters slapping Osyrus on the back as he was digging through his locker again. The challenger for the ACW title tonight just turned back as he glared at Ethan menacingly as Winters took a couple of steps backwards. 

“I am sensing some hostility Osyrus.. is something wrong?” 

“You still don’t get it do you? It doesn’t matter if Aaron is lucky enough to claim any fall in the match. Whether it be the first fall, the second or the third if necessary… The whole goal tonight is to make SilverHawk feel pain… Tremendous amounts of it. In the main event later tonight, SilverHawk will be handled with reckless abandon. I have no compassion for him, and he should have none for me… If he is smart enough to realize that is what he needs to beat me tonight. Because this is the last confrontation between us… 

THE LAST. 

I will finish what I started at Breakout… To slowly kill a legend now, nah. Tonight I will kill a legend, so what’s next?” Osyrus looking at Ethan with a big smirk on his face, before his usual frown returns. 

“Good to hear you’re ready Osyrus… Good to hear it.” 

As the scene faded to black, the thought that seemed to echo through all the minds of ACW fans and loyalist… 

Is there trouble in paradise? 

Butterflies

He didn't know if it was the arena he was standing in, or just the possibilities of tonight, but something made HAWK tingle, and it was the first time in a long time, were he had butterflies in his stomach.

As he walked through the backstage door, and entered the Garden, he thought about all the great things that had happened in this arena, in all sports, and it was hard for him to realise that he had made it here.

Through all his career, he had never wrestled, or been in the Garden. He had been limited to watching events on the small screen. As HAWK signed himself in, and then put his bags in his locker room, he shut the door and locked it, as he wondered around the backstage area, soaking up the atmosphere.

The crowd were already in their seats, waiting for the show to start, which would be soon. HAWK looked around for someone who could help him, and soon he found his man, a small, fat, balding technician, who was the nicest guy you could ever meet.

"John, how can I see the arena?"

"Erm...come with me HAWK."

HAWK followed the ring technician through a series of small tunnels, which was more or less the small area underneath the actual set of the End Game stage.

"There you go HAWK..."

With that John left him, as HAWK peered his head out of a small curtain more or less all of the arena was viewable...

"Fuck me...this is gonna be one hell of a night."

As the curtain closed, HAWK went back to his locker room, to prepare, for the biggest match of his life.

Branson Blair Vs. Steve Bridge?

    

The first match of the night usually sets the tone for a PPV, but most skeptics would probably say never to put a man who doesn't know his name into your first match, but Winters doesn't listen to skeptics. Brandon Blade, now calling himself Steve Bridge is without a shadow of a doubt having a few problems with his mental state, and his opponent, would be very clever to use them, against his opponent for the night.

'96 Quite Bitter Beings'. 

Brandon Blade or Steve Bridge appears on the entrance ramp after a brief firework and a pyrotechnic display. He then eagerly walks confidently down to the squared circle where his opponent Branson Blair is ready and waiting. After half circling the ring, Brandon slowly makes his way up the steel steps. He then hesitantly steps in and goes to the opposite corner that Alias is in. 

The referee calls for both wrestlers to make their ways into the middle of the ring. He instructs them to shake hands, but Brandon quickly takes advantage and gives Blair a cheap shot to the stomach which allows him to hit the 90 Mile Plunge!

Brandon then hooks Blair’ leg forming a bridge and the referee counts 

 

1…

 

2.. 

 

Blair is able to break the pin and rolls himself to safety. 

A little dazed from the devastating cheap blow from Blade, Blair is slow to get back up onto his feet while Blade is already a step ahead of him and being to jab him with rights and lefts. Eventually Blair is able to counter a punch and let loose with a punching combo of his own. 

After stunning Brandon with a punch combo, Blair is easily able to suplex Brandon down to the mat. Blair goes for a weak pin and Blade is able to get his shoulder right up after the one count. 

Blair, feeling his momentum slipping away grabs Brandon Blade’s neck and begins to squeeze it with all his might. The referee recognizes this as an illegal hold and quickly counts to 3 and Blair breaks the hold. 

Both Brandon and Blair are back on their feet and both begin to grapple with each other. Moving right and left one trying to overpower the other. Blair is able to gain the advantage with a sharp knee to the mid-drift... 

Brandon is laid out flat on his back and Blair goes down for the cover...

 

1…

 

2... 

 

Brandon slowly kicks out and Blair as he is getting up from the mat takes Brandon with him. He then grapples with him once again and ends up being Irish Whipped into the ring ropes. Blair comes running back right into a quick Inverted Russian Legsweep which sends both wrestlers to the ground and Brandon on top of Blair making yet another cover...



1…



2…



Somehow Blair is able to dig down deep and get a shoulder up. 

Now Blair feeling the match slip away begins to jab Brandon’s stomach as he is being pulled up off the ground. Now Blair throws his elbow into the stomach of Blade. With Brandon hunched over Blair gives a swift knee to the jaw which sends Brandon onto his back. This allows for Blair to get a few kicks in on Brandon’s side. 

Brandon grabs onto Blair’s leg and muscles him down to the ground. Brandon quickly sits on Blair’s chest not allowing him to sit up and just begins to pummel him with right and left hands.

The loud thwacking sounds can be heard throughout the noisy arena. Blood is now trickling out of Blair’s mouth and finally Brandon gets up and takes the battered Blair with him. While Blair is trying to figure out where and who he is, Brandon capitalizes with some hard hitting knife edge chops which send Blair into a turnbuckle where his chest is literally butchered like a slap of meat by Blade. 

Trying to add insult to injury Brandon Blade climbs up two turnbuckles and begins to punch Blair in the face as the blood thirsty crowd begins to count with the punches


1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

6…

7…

8!

Blair, taking all he could stand grabs Brandon’s wrestling tights and delivers a powerbomb which should have sent Brandon right through the arena floor.

Realizing that the match has started to turn around Blair begins to kick Brandon out of the ring and down to the ring floor. Blair taunts the crowd from the ring getting some cheap face pops and then goes out to the ring floor where Brandon has been planning his next attack. Once Brandon gets pulled up by Blair he quickly low blows him, but Blair blows it off like he has balls of steel and then delivers an Adam Vinatera field goal kick to Brandon’s testicles which have probably entered his stomach.

With Brandon contemplating whether or not he will be able to have children in the near future, Blair knocks him too the ground with a huge clothesline. The referee now gets between Brandon and Blair...pleading with Blair to get Brandon back into the ring and to wrestle the match in the ring and not turn it into a street brawl, but before the referee can finish his orders Brandon comes up swinging with a chair he found near by and nails both the referee and Blair with it. 

Brandon now rolls the referee back into the ring and then takes the chair and begins to beat Blair with it like crazy. The loud smacks echo throughout the arena as small children and woman turn their heads in disgust to the brutality of the attack. 

Finally Brandon finds a soft spot in his blackened heart and stops using the chair on Blair. He rolls back in the ring and attempts to waken the referee. Once the referee is up, Brandon instructs him to begin to count Blair out.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

8...

Blair is finally back on his feet and approaches the ring, 9, he just barely gets back in and the referee stops his count and Brandon starts to have a tantrum in the ring. From here there isn’t much more Blair can take from Brandon who is taunting him to step back into the ring. Blair giving it one last-ditch effort runs at Brandon and attempts to tackle him, but is caught in the process. Blair is then driven straight down to the mat with the same move, which started the match, "The 90 Mile Plunge!" Brandon hooks the leg and the referee counts...



1…



2…



3! 



Brandon Blade, after putting on quite a show, begins to leave the ring, as the fans wonder just what the fuck is up with Brandon Blade...or Steve Bridge...who ever he claims to be.

Winner: Brandon Blade

Messing With the Mind

As the doors opened to the Garden, a hush grew over the backstage area of the arena, as one Dante Inferno entered. As he closed the door behind him, and moved over to check were his match was on the card, he caught many eyes glaring at him over his shoulder, as he turned around, it felt like the whole room looked away at the same time.

Memorizing his locker room number, he moved swiftly with his gym bag over his shoulder, traveling through the under-belly of the Garden, catching many eyes as he passed by.

These people knew what he had done, and they knew that Jade had not been heard of since last week's Courage, in fact, the only man whom knew where she was, was Dante.

"Sick Mother-Fucker!"

Dante stopped as the abuse came from behind him, as he turned around, a couple of teenagers stood in front of him, half brave, half shitting their pants.

"What did you say?"

It was a different story now, he was looking straight at them.

"I said...sick...m...mother...fucker."

Dante dropped his head and sighed...

"Don't you guys know that wrestling is fake?"

With that, he left their presence, as the duo pondered and the implications of his statement...

Crossing The Line

Earlier the ACW had arrived, like a little boy in a sweetie shop...but as the ACW Owner arrived, there were no butterflies, no nerves...nothing.

He had no idea of the wrestling history behind this arena, now did he care probably, all he cared about, was that there was asses on seats, and that they bought as much shit from ACW as they possibly could in one night. 

"I can't believe I'm late to my own show, shocking Trevor...shocking!"

Trevor was his latest lackey, the other three he had hired previously had all left him, as they found him to be too much work, with little reward at the end i.e. money.

Winters opened the door to his make shift office for the day, and was soon greeted with two smiling faces, Dunn and Boyd, who had a sheet of paper in front of them and a large smile on their faces.

"What are you two so happy about?"

"Well...", Boyd started, "it appears that we have got some interest from outside parties in ACW lately, including a few wrestling talents who are looking to fill up our roster.

Boyd handed the sheet to Winters, who barely skimmed over it before dropping it on a huge pile of paperwork which was already on his desk.

"There is no need to worry about that...I already have a few signing's ready to debut, and they don't want have the salary some of these guys want."

"But Ethan, these wrestlers can draw big time, they would be a far better investment..."

"What do I need draw for? I have Osyrus and SilverHAWK tearing it up every Sunday on Courage. Now to other, more important business, how many people have went through the turnstiles tonight?"

Dunn was the one to speak this time...

"Well, we are about 75% full...and I've made sure that the empty seats are on the bleacher seats, therefore the camera's won't spot them.."

"75% is not good enough Charlie, and you know it!"

"Erm...Ethan, we are bookers, not promoters, that's your job..."

"HOW DARE YOU! Trevor, would you please take Dunn and Boyd out of my office please, thank you."

Dunn and Boyd were shocked, but as they left, and the door shut behind them, Trevor sighed.

"He's a slave driver, I don't know how much more I can take for minimum wage."

"Trevor, go and have yourself some fun, take one of the empty seats...Winters is gonna get what's coming to him...real soon. Boyd, get in touch with those wrestlers, see how many want to come on board..."

Mr. Winters had officially went too far...

T-N-T!  T-N-T!  T-N-T!

"Geo Vacton..."

The crowd erupted in cheers for the young superstar as he appeared on the big screen with an ACW reporter.

"Yes, I'm standing here with Geo Vacton."

"T-N-T!! T-N-T!! T-N-T!!"

The crowd chanted for Vacton as the reporter attempted to talk above them.

"Yes, I'm standing here with Geo Vacton who is scheduled to--"

The crowd started to overpower him with "T-N-T! T-N-T! T-N-T!" chants.

"If you would all, uhm.."

The crowd cheered even louder only to mock the reporter. The reporter grew impatient and rolled his eyes. Vacton, having realized the situation, took the mic from the reporter.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I know what you're gonna ask!" The crowd cheered for Vacton on the mic. 

"You're gonna ask me about my match..." He paused for a second. "essss!" The crowd cheered. 

"You're going to ask me about last week on Courage, and I'm going to tell you about sitting in a hospital with a concussion and counting the ways I'm going to kick his ass in the ring tonight! You're going to ask me about being in the U.S. Title Match tonight and I'm going to tell you how I'm T-N-T, how I'm Dyno-mite and how I'm walking out of here with that belt around my waist tooo-niiiiight! 

Right?"

The crowd cheered. "T-N-T!! T-N-T!!"

The interviewer nodded slightly. 

"I thought so! And I bet you're going to ask how I feel about being in TWO matches tonight, right? You wanna know what it's going to be like to have to beat out THREE guys tonight in TWO matches if I wanna go home victorious, don't you? And what am I going to say when you ask me those questions?" The interviewer seemed nervous at Vacton's intensity. 

"I'm going to 'splain how I'm T-N-T and how I'm dynamite!"

The crowd chanted again. "T-N-T T-N-T T-N-T"

Vacton turned the reporters attention away from the camera and to his face. "That IS what you were going to ask me, right?"

"Em.. Yes."

Vacton paused and looked around like he was waiting for something... "Well?" He then asked.

The reporter looked back and forth in much the same manner as Vacton had previously. "Uhm?"

"Heeey, c'moonnn! I've got two matches tonight, make haste!" Vacton grinned, "ask me the questions you wanted me to answer!"

"B-b-but.. You already did..."

Vacton's eyes widened. "No I didn't.. I said what I Thought You Were Going to Say! Yooou still have to ask them!"

"This is crazy...who the hell hired you?"

"Ha, the same guy that's going to fire You if You don't do Your job!"

The crowd cheered in a humorous manner.

"Look, I don't know what you're problem is...you're making me look like a fool out here, I don't deserve this."

"Yeeesss yooouuu dooo!" Vacton poked the reporter in the ribs jokingly. "Why don't you just ask me your questions?"

The reporter growled. 

"Fine. Tell me about last week on Courage, tell me about your match with Scott Perry tonight, tell me about your US Title match tonight, tell me how you feel about having two matches..." The reporter caught his breath and leaned forward slightly.

Vacton seemed confused and slapped the reporter with the back of his head. "What the? I just answered all that a few minutes ago!" 

The reporter seemed to turn red and stumble forward as the crowd erupted in laughter.

The reporter stood for a second as Vacton erupted in laughter. 

"Jesus fucking Christ!!! I hate this job! I quit! That's it! I quit!" The reporter stormed off leaving Vacton by himself. 

Vacton looked in the direction the reporter had run off in and called after him.

"Hey! Wait! I'm sorrrrrrrry!"

...Prior to End Game...

"You ready son?"

Ivan said taking a deep breath. It wasn’t every week he got to take his only son to an ACW event, and with it being a big event like End Game it would be worth the wile. 

He couldn’t stand what he did in his son when he was just only two. 

Now his son has grown up a bit and is six years old. He was still young but he knew what he liked and he had the knack form ACW and all of its conceptions

"Oh yes daddy..."

His son was bouncing off the wall, and is about to give his dad a splitting headache. Yet Ivan wasn’t paying much attention to what he was doing. All he heard was his voice as he was packing his bag to head to the arena. 

Geo Vacton Vs. Scott Perry

    

“T-N-T! … T-N-T! … T-N-T!“



The crowd where excited, they anticipated the arrival of what had come to be a form of “Idol” to these people. Colorful signs fill the arena, the fans raise their signs in the air attempting to get on the TitanTron. It was indeed a pitiful sight.



TNT… I’M DYNAMITE!



The crowd went crazy at the sound of their favourite superstars music. Geo was stood behind the curtain; he enjoyed teasing the fans for a moment or two, keeping them in suspense. They would enjoy it all the more once he entered the ringside area this way.



Three
…


Two
…


One
…



Geo flung the curtain out of his way and strode confidently and energetically out to the ramp. He took a pause, placing his hands no his hips. Geo’s bright white teeth glistened in the arena lights as he smiled at the cheering fans. The fans were cheering and applauding their hero. Geo pulled out a stick of dynamite from this pants, it had been tucked down before he left the gorilla position. Geo placed the stick on the ground and lit the fuse, he walked past it and



BAM!!!!



The dynamite exploded, flames shot across the left and right side of the stage and flared up as fireworks sprayed and crackled off in to the air. Geo’s arms were outstretched, his mouth wide open. The display was a beautiful, expensive one.

The flames and fireworks died down slowly as Geo reached the base of the ramp. Geo took a pause facing the ring before rolling under the bottom ropes. Geo jumped to his feet and paced across to the corner, he climbed the turnbuckle and raised his arms in the air; the crowed loved it.

As geo jumped off the ropes his music slowly faded out and his video ended, the crowd fell silent, Geo’s smile changed to a face full of fury, he gritted his feet and focused on the top of the ramp. Geo was ready for this match. After the last few weeks Geo was angry, Geo Vacton was hot, this was a rare occurrence indeed.

New music debuted for Scott Perry.

Mudvayne – "Not Falling"

Cold blue lights swirled around the darkened arena, his music blared from the speakers but was drowned out mostly by the fans boos and hisses. The dark arena full of fans awaited the arrival of the mentally ill Scott Perry.

If I die before I wake,
Pray the lord my soul to take,

Scott Perry was praying as he stood behind the black curtain, he was in deep concentration and noticed not that his music had begun and that the fans were awaiting his arrival. Scott finished up his prayed and looked up at the blackness of the curtain, he tore it out of his way and sprinted down the ramp, his music cut quickly as he slid under the bottom rope and speared Geo to the floor.

Scott jumped on Geo and began to hammer Geo’s face with punch after punch. Scott jumped to his feet and spat out towards the fans, the crowed retaliated by throwing some trash at Scott. Scott ignored the fans and went back to work on Geo, Scott stomped Geo back in to the corner, Scott then jumped on the bottom rope launching himself in to the air before driving his foot hard one last time in to the chest of Geo Vacton. Scott swaggered out of the corner and taunted the fans until…



WHACK!



Geo Vacton had hit Scott with a dropkick in the rear of his cranium; Scott fell face first to the mat and Geo quickly leapt on to Scott’s back, Geo began to lock in a camel clutch but Scott somehow struggled to his feet, Geo still on his back. Scott ran backwards, crashing Geo’s spine in to the corner. 

Geo relinquished his grasp on Scott and Scott began to hammer Geo in the face with his elbow. Geo pushed Scott in the back and Scott flew forwards, Geo ran out of the corner and quickly hit a face buster, the crowd went crazy at the sight of Geo fighting back. Geo quickly bounced to his feet and off the rope; he delivered a leg drop to the back of Scott’s head, the crowd once more cheered.

Geo jumped to his feet and he headed to the corner. He spun and jumped on the top rope peering down at Scott. Geo raised both arms in the air, the crowd egg him on with “TNT… TNT…” chants. Geo claps his hands together once before diving across the ring getting major hang time. 

Geo sends his elbow crashing towards the downed Scott Perry, Scott rolls towards the turnbuckle, thus avoiding contact with the elbow of Geo, Geo’s elbow hammered the mat but he seemed unphased by it. Geo kneels up and grits his teeth; he was frustrated. Geo slapped his hands down on the mat three times with a massive force; he got to his feet and yelled.



Gaaaaaaaargggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!



Geo charges over at a recovering Scott and delivers a baseball slide in to the rear of Scott Perry sending Scott’s head in to the bottom turnbuckle, Scott springs to his feet and falls backwards to the center of the ring. Geo flips up to his feet and runs over to Scott Perry’s legs, he tucks Scott’s legs under his armpits and drops backwards delivering a slingshot to Scott. Scott’s head hits the top turnbuckle and he stumbles backwards. Geo locked in a full nelson and delivered a full nelson slam, the ropes shook vigorously with the force of the slam. Geo quickly covered Scott, hooking the leg.



1…



2…



NO!

 

Scott pushed Geo off him hard, Geo rolled to his stomach and pulled himself up whilst Scott slowly turned to his side, Geo dropped an elbow in to Scott’s side, Scott falls back down to his back, geo jumps to his feet once more. Geo Vacton began to pick Scott up and he placed Scott’s head under his legs and raised one hand, the crowd cheered at the raised hand. 

Geo attempted to lift Scott as if to be going for a Piledriver, Scott kicked his legs hard and falls back to the floor, Scott delivered a back body drop, Geo grabbed the top rope and flew to the outside of the ring, crashing down to the outside of the ring. 

Scott ran to the opposite side of the ring and bounced off the ropes, he sprinted back towards geo, who was back to his feet by now, and dove over the top rope delivering a flying cross body to geo, Geo, however, sidestepped the attack and launched Scott’s cranium in to the fan barricade, Scott flew backwards and leant against the apron. Geo chopped Scott’s chest



WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



And again



WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



And a final time



WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Geo then grabbed the back of Scott’s head and rolled him back in to the ring, Geo slid under the bottom rope and waited for Scott to get to his feet, as Scott turned around Geo booted him in the gut and delivered his finishing move.



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



Geo Vacton flopped his body on to Scott and hooked Scott’s leg for the pin



1…
“ONNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”



2…
”TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”



3…!
“THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Winner: Geo Vacton

Personal

The camera panned around the room as it stopped at Jason Kain sitting at the end of a dressing bench.  He looked at his bag, and everyone could see that he was pissed off.  

Suddenly the door opened…

“Who the hell are you?”  Kain looked up.

“I’m just here to interview…”  The man looked a bit scared as Kain stood up and got in his face.

“Go…” Kain glared as the man backed up to the door.  “…Away…”

The man opened the door, and ran out of the room.  Kain turned around, then grabbed his bag and unzipped it.  Pulling out a piece of white leather, stitched badly, a sick smile appeared on his face.

“Dante, if you’re going to make this personal…”  Suddenly the mask was slipped over his face, and the look of disaster appeared…

He unzipped the mouthpiece, “Then let’s make this personal."

Arrival

The first match had ended and so far the night had kept the fans on their feet, waiting for more. The camera pictures come from the backstage, as Joey Sellers stands in the parking lot looking for superstars to interview as they arrive. After a few moments of waiting, Joey Sellers moves closer to a silver BMW Z8 that drives into the parking lot and parks. 

Joey and the fans in the arena know right away who it is, and they cheer as Jay Smash opens the door and exits his car a locks it. Sellers moves in to begin an interview as Jay tries to walk into the building.

"Mr. Smash, can I ask you a few questions?"

"You might wanna hurry this up, I have something to say to the fans and need to get my gear on. I didn't know I was gonna be late. Has the first match started yet?"

"Yeah, actually it ended a couple minutes ago, but I would like to first say, that you are looking strong tonight, but how is that leg holding up?"

"I told you and everyone else, that tonight, here at End Game, I will be 100% and ready to lay the SMASHDOWN on Geo Vacton and Jason Kain. As a matter of fact, I'm doing so good tonight that I have a special surprise for the fans no matter what happens in my match. Afterwards, I will stand in that ring either champion or no champion and I'll give these fans what I have been getting this whole week, and if you've been watching, I'm sure you know what I am talking about."

"I have a good idea what that might be, and speaking of surprises, what ever happened to Ralph in that limo last week on Courage?"

"Oh, he knew it was just a joke, unfortunately, but I am starting to think he is a good guy. You know, he just wants to help me out. I still won't let him, and I'll still mess with him, but he is a good guy."

"Some change of feelings there I see. I guess he finally got your friendship."

"No! No friendship! Don't say that! He could be watching."

"Oh, sorry. Well, Jay, tonight, your first title shot, so how do you see yourself after tonight, and in the future, if you become to US champion?"

"If I'm the champion you'll of course be seeing me like this...."

Jay Smash rips his shirt off and throws it over his shoulder like it's the title belt, and he holds his right hand up to it as he looks up.

"You will see me with the title very close to me at all times, and forever with me as I defend my title against all willing competitors. 

It's that simple. 

This is exactly how I will prove my champion status, and why the ACW was smart to give me the chance to fight for the US title in the first place. I'll give that a US champion that they will be proud of, and if not proud, one they better be scarred of. Why? Cause it's my time, it's smashing time!"

Jay Smash leaves as the fans are heard cheering. He finally enters the arena with his shirt still on his shoulder. The scene closes.... 

Falls Count Anywhere
 Dante Inferno Vs. Jason Kain

    

revenge
To inflict punishment in return for (injury or insult or theft of a love one)

Last week's actions were a first for ACW, but Dante Inferno was indeed one of the first members of any ACW generations roster that could do such an act. On the other side of the equation was a man whom had taken more than any man possibly could, now, in the next 30 minutes or so, Jason Kain will get his revenge, and after the bell has rung for the end of this match, he will not care if his arm is raised for the victory.

Just as long as Dante's arm cannot be raised, because they can't find it...

The fans in the arena pondered as a montage clip has just finished playing in the arena, they pondered what exactly would happen next on this fateful night, as a picture of both Dante Inferno and Jason Kain lit up the big screen to a tremendous reception from the faithful in the arena. As they waited for one of the duo to enter the arena, the curtain began to move, and to their amazement, Jason Kain and Dante Inferno were battling through the curtain, as it looked like Kain could not wait any longer.

As the two men exchanged right and left hands at the top of the ramp, a referee came from the backstage area, and signaled for the bell, as this match was about to start, in the middle of the ramp. Kain got lucky with his first attack, but as he hit Inferno with all his strength, three vicious right hands sent Dante tumbling down the ramp. The crowd popped as Dante was on his ass, and Kain was right behind him, kicking him to whichever area came to him first.

As Dante finished his rolling around 3/4's of the way down the ramp, Kain pulled him, so that he faced the sky, and then mounted him, pummeling his face with right hands. Dante tried to shrug him off, but Kain was relentless in this early attack. As Dante finally managed to push Kain off of him, he pulled himself up a bit and touched the corner of his mouth, as a small trace of blood appeared.

Dante smiled.

Kain kicked him in the face.

Dante's head rebounded off the steel ramp before Kain turned him around, and began to rub his face into the wire mesh of the ramp, Kain's face was a picture as he rubbed and bashed Dante's face below him. Kain turned Dante around to look at the damage, as blood flowed from his lip, his face was scarlet, with all the friction against the metal. Kain pulled Dante to a sitting position, and then punched him back down, as Dante's head once again rebounded off the metal.

As Dante was lying on the ramp, Kain wasn't going to stop, he walked back to the ring and lifted the ring's apron, revealing a mass amount of weapons, to which he pulled a steel chair from. As he turned around, he witnessed Dante's movements up the ramp, as he scampered up the ramp, scraping his knuckles off the metal ramp as he "tried" to walk up the ramp. Kain smiled and then ran at Dante, lifting the chair up in the air.

 

WHACK!

 

As the steel chair connected with Dante's back, the Inferno collapsed at the top of the ramp, and then rolled to the flat runway which was just below the big screen. Kain took the steel chair once again, and battered Dante's open back as Dante grimaced in pain, and then showing no emotion as he lay on the ramp once again. Kain looked down at Dante, and then something clicked.

 

Dante.

 

Me.

 

bigSCREEN.

 

Pain.

 

Kain dropped the chair to a small pop from the crowd and then looked up at the ledge of the bigSCREEN, the fans in the arena gibbered amongst themselves, wondering just what he was going to do. As Kain took a hold of the bar's that supported the screen, he hoisted himself up to an enormous reaction from the crowd, as Dante rolled onto his back and watched as Kain climbed the End Game stage. As Kain made his way onto the ledge, there was barely any room, less than a foot of width space for him to travel up, but as he made his way along the path, to just were Dante was below him, he looked down at Dante who was around 9-10 ft below him.

 

"Fuck It."

 

As Kain leapt off the stage, Dante rolled towards the stage curtain, as Kain plummeted towards Dante. As Kain his Earth, he caught a small bit of Dante with his legs, which hit Dante in the side of his body as he rolled towards the curtain, but the rest of Kain's body connected solely with the metal mesh which most of the End Game stage was made from.

 

That was not a clever move.

 

Dante rolled onto his back once again, and looked up as a few people passed by him, but all he seen at this time was white clothes, he was far to dizzy and shook up to clearly see anything as paramedics, two of which passed by him and tended to Kain, upon the referee's request. Kain had hit the ground hard, and his body wasn't flat either. The EMT's placed a neck brace on him and then proceeded to check his eyes with a small pen torch, but as EMT's sprawled across and down the ramp, Dante pulled Kain to his feet, rather roughly, and ripped the neck brace from him, tossing it into the crowd.

Dante for the first time in the match began to get some offense in, as he slammed Kain against the metal that he had previously climbed up to jump off of the End Game bigSCREEN. Dante then took Kain, and suplexed him onto the steel, Kain screaming out in pain as he arched his back. Dante rose once again, wiping the blood from him face before pulling Kain to his feet and pushing him through the stage curtain.

Kain rolled into the technician's that worked the pyro's etc, as Dante flicked the curtain out of his way and kicked Kain into a lobby in the arena, which was busy with activity. Kain was then smashed, head first, into a set of boxes as he collapsed onto the marble floor of the arena, before Kain kicked him in the ribs, causing Kain to pull himself away from the pain. Dante picked up once of the boxed, and jabbed it into Kain's ribs before trying to batter him over the head with it, but Kain managed to duck out of the way and hit Dante with a low blow.

Both men lay on the concrete for a few seconds as a small crowd began to form in the back, with the fans out in the arena watching the action on the bigSCREEN. The small crowd was made up of ACW technicians, and a few local wrestlers who wrestled dark matches before the show. As the duo began to get to their feet, they exchanged right hands one time before Kain kneed Dante in the gut and then hit him with an axe-handle to the back as Dante was bent over after the knee.

 

"Give me a weapon!"

 

As Kain looked for something to hit Dante with, everyone seemed to point to a collection of large metal poles that were spare parts for the End Game stage. Dante was dragged up to his feet, and whipped into the poles, as they all fell on top of him. Kain picked one of them up, it must have been about 9ft long as he drove it into Dante's ribs, leaving Dante winded and searching for oxygen.

Kain dropped the pole and then searched for something else to use, and during that search, he found a chain, which he wrapped around his fist and then began to pummeled Dante with right hands as the big man tried to get to his feet. With every right hand, Dante fell back onto his hands as he tried to get up after each right hand. At one point, Kain allowed Dante to rise to his feet, only to plant him back down on the ground with a thunderous right hand from the former uKw star.

Dante scraped his way along with concrete, trying to escape from Kain's clutches, but Kain, who was less than 100% by now, staggered more or less to Dante, and unraveled the chain, before slapping it over Dante's back, Dante growling in pain.

 

"Where the fuck is she?!"

 

WHACK!

 

"ANSWER ME!"

 

WHACK!

 

As Kain stopped, he was breathing deeply as Dante was barely moving, after taking three shots to the back with the chain. Kain kicked Dante over on his back, and then pulled the referee over, who had more or less been a spectator so far, but he counted as Kain covered...

 

1...

 

2...

 

"No"

 

The crowd gasped as Dante kicked out, Kain on the other hand, looked down at Dante's face, which was a half crimson mask by now, he looked at Dante...a small smirk gracing his face as he got to his feet. Before he had went for the pin, he had thrown the chain away, so he went to search after it, trawling through boxes and equipment until he pulled it out from underneath a box of lighting equipment and then went back for...

 

He had gone.

 

"Where is he?"

 

The crowd pointed to Dante who was slugging his way up a staircase, leaving blood all over the walls as he used them for support. He was moving pretty quickly however, as he was around 30ft away from Kain. Kain quickly shut up shop and walked towards Dante, he couldn't run, not after that bump on the bigSCREEN.

As Kain reached the foot of the stairs, Dante was already on his way into another part of the arena, as both men reached the inner parts of MSG. Kain soon had Dante in sight however, as Dante traveled through a door and then shut it. Kain wrapped the chain over his hand and then reached the door, opening it hastily was a mistake as Dante hit him with some sort of metal sheet, as they were in another equipment store, which was filled with boxes which were filled with everything from cash registers to computers.

Dante stomped on Kain with whatever strength he had left, but as Dante kept on stomping, he seemed to put more and more into each one, as he finally stopped, he seemed to be moving a lot easier, maybe he used Kain to loosen himself up. Dante picked up the metal sheet and dug it into Kain's back, which was still tender. He dug the each into his back, causing a rather big scratch on his back.

Dante pulled Kain to his feet and then threw him against the wall, making the 236lb'er look like a small rag doll.

Kain slid down the wall as he slumped down on the carpeted floor as Dante kicked him in the chest. Dante looked for more weapons but he had had enough. He picked up Kain, and grabbed his arm, before pulling him into his direction and pushing him up in the air, with a modified version of his finisher, Heaven.Hell he drove Kain to the floor with a large thud. Dante held his lower back as Kain barely moved.

 

Dante slung his arm over, as this match was counted to a finish.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3!

 

"What the fuck!"

 

"TWO!"

 

The referee had made the third count, but Kain had kicked out just before it was made. Dante was flabbergasted as he looked down at Kain, just as Kain had did earlier in the match. Dante laughed as he got to his feet and leant against a nearby wall, wondering just what to do...

 

KNOCK

 

KNOCK

 

The wall was hollow.

 

Yeah...

 

You know what is coming.

 

Dante picked up Kain, and grabbed him under the armpits, placing him in position as he thrust Kain forward, the wall exploded into a million pieces as Kain traveled through the wall and into the lobby, screams echoing from numerous people inside the arena as Kain lay on the marble floor, pieces of wood all over the floor.

Dante looked through the hole in the wall, and then paced over to the door, shutting it behind him. He strutted over to Kain dusted all of the pieces of wood off of his body, before covering him.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3

 

Dante slapped Kain in the face, trying to wake him up a little, upon doing so...

"Hey, she is on the car park roof..."

After that, Dante...just left, his job was done, or was is?

Winner: Dante Inferno

The Entrance

Russa entered the arena with a look of determination on his face. 

Tonight would be the night where he would defeat Julian Kang and never have to worry about him, again. With a goofy smile on his face, he positioned his duffel bag on his other shoulder as he walked.

He walked down the halls humming and giving everyone thumbs up if they walked by. He kept going until he got to his dressing room. Opening the door and walking into the large, empty room. 

He tossed his bag to the ground and unzipped it as he began to pull out his wrestling gear. He reached inside and pulled out his ‘Anti-Hardcore’ shirt and placed it on the bench beside him.

“I’m going to make fun of Kang’s mother so bad out there tonight... 

It’s going to be great when he never shows his funny little face here in ACW again. Everyone will be like 'there’s the guy who got rid of that other guy.' Russa stopped talking after he had pulled everything out of his bag and laid it neatly on the ground beside him.

He started humming Christmas carols again to help him get ready for his match.

Friendly Encounter

Jay Smash can be seen once again backstage in his locker room where he is getting ready for his match. He gets his elbow pads on, then sits down, when someone knocks on the door. Jay stands up and opens the door only to put his head down to the ground. He backs away from the door and Ralph enters with a shirt, a hat, and a pair of pants all with "Jay Smash" written on them.

"Ralph, buddy, what's goin' on?"

"Well I heard what you said before, and I thought, since I'm such a good guy, I'll keep the good guy comin' to ya."

"No, really, I'm fine, enough good guy for right now."

"I don't think so, that's why I brought your friends that I was hanging out with in the limo at Courage last week. Remember? They were very friendly." 

"Hold on, you were yelling in that car, weren't you trying to get away from them?"

"No silly, why would I do that?

"Oh my god, you're....."

"What's wrong? Never seen a gay guy before? I yelled because, well, did you see what shoes they were wearing? They were so three weeks ago."

"Ralph, I really don't think you should be..."

"Should be here? Why not? Come on, let's party!"

"I need to get ready for a match Ralph, please...go away."

"You don't wanna party, it really will loosen you up and get you ready."

"No, really, Ralph, I'm fine, actually, I need you to go so I can get ready for my match."

"Oh...ok, so party later than?

"No Ralph, no party. Not at all, just leave ok?"

"Oh...Ok, no problem buddy."

Ralph and the three "friends" from last week exit the room and shut the door while Jay gets ready for his match. As one of the guys opens the door watching Jay Smash do push-ups...

" Damn, he's fine..."

Ralph pulls the guy out of the locker...leaving Jay getting pumped up for his chance at ACW gold.

Dilly Dawg Vs. fate lingOd

    

The word was set, the battle was about to begin. 

The first man to come down to the ring was none other than Dilly Dawg, the man who has bleed his heart and soul into the first match between these two combatants. "Tao of the Machine" by the Roots played in the arena as he marched his way into the ring. He stood there in the ring as the crowd roared at the sight of what could possibly be another great match of the night.

Interuption of "Tao of the Machine" occured. Instead of that playing, "Otherworld" by Nobuo Uemetsu began to play in the arena, making the crowd instantaniously make negative comments. 

fate ling0d, the devastator of ACW marched his way down the ring without blinking. He stepped into the ring and charged right at Dilly Dawg and without the sound of the bell, began a brawl.

fate ling0d got the immediate advantage of Dilly Dawg with a few knuckles to the face and a irish whip into the ropes. 

Dilly Dawg bounces back and gets nailed with a backbody drop to the mat. fate jumped right on top of Dilly and unleashed a fury of punches to the face, which don't look nearly as vicious as the ones previous to this match. fate grabs Dilly's mask and brought him up and threw him into the corner. 

fate charges and Dilly stuckup his boot to catch fate in the jaw. 

Dilly hopped onto the top rope and jumped off and landed a vicious super DDT to the mat.

Dilly made a cover.



One..



Two..



Kick out by fate.



Dilly picked up fate and gave him a punch but it looked a little to hard to the ones earlier. fate snapped back up and slammed Dilly across the cheekbone. Dilly held his cheekbone for a second and gave a cold stare back. 

Dilly kneed fate ling0d in the stomach and double axe-handle smashed him right to the mat. fate tried getting up quickly but he got kicked right in the face. fate rolled right out of the ring to try and recover for a second as he wiped blood of his lip.

Dilly sprinted his towards fate and suicide dived right by fate and missed. Dilly quickly recuperated but soon found that fate already had a chair and it was too late, fate smashed Dilly right in the face and Dilly saw all black. 

Dilly Dawg's eyes weren't even open at this point in time fate leveled him so hard. fate picked up Dilly and looked into his empty face and realized he knew what to do next. fate put his arm around Dilly's shoulder and yanked up as hard as he could. 

fate took his right arm and punched Dilly in the shoulder and you could see the shoulder just dislocate.

Dilly's eyes opened wide and a painful scream erupted from Dilly's as fate dropped him to the ground. 

The bell rang...

Security came down quickly along with paramedics, while fate just shrugged.

The security guards were there to just apprehended fate and put him in handcuffs and took him out of the arena. fate didn't resist, fight, or anything, he just smiled at what he did to Dilly and grinned evilly.

Dilly screamed in pain as his shoulder was torn apart at the hands of fate ling0d. The cost of the match was his health, again. Dilly was placed onto a stretcher and hauled out of the arena.

Winner: No Contest

Meifumado (Road to Hell)

"Only the dead will see the end of war." - Plato

30 minutes.

That was all the time left before Alias vs. Max Douglas... Last Man Standing. 

"The Original Pulp Hero" stood up from the lone steel chair in the room, having just finished putting fresh tape on his fists. He confidently strode towards the camera stopping only about six feet from it. The man had become lost in thought and was busy pumping himself up as much as possible for the upcoming match. Slowly he rubbed his right fist, before dropping both arms to his side.

Suddenly he lashed out, firing stiff hit after stiff hit into the air. His hands doing the work… and his mind giving him the target.

"If you don't perform to my standard, you will not be paid." The words echoed in his mind. 

Left Hook.

"If you don't show up through injury, you will not be paid."

 Right Jab.

"If you talk to me in a tone that I don't like, you will not be paid." 

Right Uppercut.

"In other words, don't piss me about, or you will not be paid!" 

It all culminated in those final words... and a sweeping Left-handed Haymaker from the Original Pulp Hero.

He now stood there in the center of his locker room. It was most definitely game time for Alias. He looked blankly forward with what seemed like a face of granite before walking towards the door. Five minutes had become one minute and Alias had a fight to get to, against a man who had given him thirteen stitches and a mild concussion, just two weeks ago, a fact that Alias had kept hidden. 

As he confidently strode down the hallway, towards redemption after six long years out of ACW, he uttered the first three lines of William Ernest Henley's "Invictus", before walking out of the audible range of the camera.

“Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever Gods may be, for my unconquerable soul...” 

Nagging Son

"Are we there yet!"

Was heard the whole time traveling from the hotel to the arena. His son was beginning to act his age and Ivan was getting irritated. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for the jobs as a father but he was dam sure going to try.

Yet it wouldn’t stop with the car ride. Ivan had reached the arena and was making his way inside went his son hit was more nagging phrases.

"Can we go see the arena? Can we go see Ossie!"

Ossie was his nickname for the one he liked most, Osyrus...

"Well son I think Osyrus can wait but you can go see the arena now."

Ivan didn’t want anything to do with Osyrus at this point in time after his long time friend wouldn’t bust him out of jail. You could say he was somewhat despising the champion as we speak and not wanting to do nothing with him.

"Daddy Please!" 

His son began to whine and cry as if he wasn’t getting his way and all Ivan could do was pick him up and agree to take him to see Osyrus. So they started strolling the halls looking for Osyrus’s room.

Another Little Trip

Kain was being dragged on a stretcher, but not restrained as he started fighting the EMTs.  He grabbed the first and shoved him away, sending a punch to the face of a second.  The third started to grab his walkie-talkie, but Kain slapped it out of his hand, running toward a set of stairs.

“You want to play games you lousy piece of shit…”  The door to the roof flew open.  

Kain looked around, but nothing was to be seen.  He turned around as the door slammed behind him.  Clapping was heard, and from around the stairwell walked Dante.

“You know, you have a way of amusing me that no one has ever done before, Kain.”  Dante smirked.  “And if you haven’t noticed…  no, your darling girlfriend isn’t here.  She’s a stubborn one isn’t she?”

Kain glared at him with a look that defied all that was holy about him.

“You know, your bible has rules about adultery…  AND murder…  right?”  Dante smiled again.  “You should learn to read a little better, Jason…”

Kain looked at him, then looked at the scratches that made a cross on his chest.  He looked back at his face, and lightened his own a bit.

“If you’re such a scholar, Dante… you’d also know that the Bible also speaks of taking another man’s woman…  and the wrath that comes forth is an unstoppable force.”

“Ah, but didn’t I just stop you before?”

“I’m still standing…”

Suddenly laughter.

“You laugh at me?”  Kain squinted, looking at Dante as if he had gone insane.  

“You don’t seriously think that this is over, do you?  You still have Jade.  I don’t go down that easily, Dante.  There’s definitely differences between me and God.  Besides the obvious…  there’s one that separates us the most.”

“And what’s that, little man.”

“God forgives... I don’t.”  

Kain balls up his fists and sets up to start fighting again.

Dante’s smile could not be brighter as the short man standing in front of him clenched his fists.  

“Kain, you make me laugh way too much. You say you don't go down too easily? Too bad your girlfriend does and first you believe in a spiritual being that doesn’t seem to exist…  then you actually think that you…  how can I put this without making myself laugh…  YOU think you can BEAT ME?”

“I’ve always said nine words, Dante, NINE WORDS.  You think you have a chance?”

“That’s only six, Kain…  what, you’re bad at math, too?”

“Didn’t think so…”

Suddenly Kain lunges at Dante…  Dante’s eyes grow wide, but Kain doesn’t notice…  Kain keep running, but Dante sidesteps…  but Kain didn’t realize why Dante was suddenly so nervous until now.

The two story fall sends Kain down a trash shaft and into a dumpster.  

The space only big enough to fit both him and Dante, left him in a freefall…  Dante looked over the waist-high ledge and down the shaft with a very nervous look on his face.  He stepped back a moment, and looked around.  

No one but him on the roof.  

No crowd.  

No Jade.  

No witness… except people on national television hearing him luring Kain to the roof.  

This was not good...but then Dante remembered.

He's untouchable.

Russa Vs. Julian Kang

    

‘Fine Again’ by Seether started to play and to a mixed reaction that was full of a lot more boos than it was cheers, Russa stepped out onto the ramp, in front of all of ACW’s fans. He wore his patented black ‘Anti-Hardcore’ T-shirt and his white shorts that said Russa on across the waist. He slowly began his strut down the ramp and towards the ring. He slid under the bottom rope and inside the ring where he posed for the fans but they didn’t seem to care. He tested the ropes out before asking to be handed a mic.

“You know, Julian. I think I found your little weak spot. It seems to me like you have a soft spot for your parents that you don’t even know.

So before you come out and interrupt me, I decided that I would help give you a reason to want to get pumped tonight. A reason for you to get jakked, to get a little bit pissed off. Julian Kang, you’re not going to understand this for a while, but I think it’s going to make perfect sense to you after you lose tonight. You’ll still have some satisfaction though. I, Joseph Russa, promise to make you so pissed off, you’re going to like it.”

He paused for a second. “Now take a deep breath with me.”

Russa took his deep breath and than screamed, “yo'mama so fat, she has double chins all the way to her ankles!"

Russa chuckled to himself but the fans didn't know how to react to such a corny joke. Russa brought the mic to his lips once again but this time he was interrupted. 

‘Outside’ by Staind.

Before Russa had time to start, Julian Kang came running down the ramp with a steel chair in hand. He dove under the bottom rope and as soon as he got to his feet, he wildly swung the chair around. Russa had already gotten out of the ring and waited for Kang to blow some steam.

“Easy in their, big guy. We know, I’m not the type who likes to use weapons in the ring and you will be no exception to it. So, I’m thinking that you should get that chair out of the ring and than you and me can…”

Russa didn’t have time to finish as Kang threw the chair at Russa who quickly ducked out of the way. Kang was pissed and didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Now Julian, my good friend, is that any way to treat me? Now you’re going to have to let me get in the ring before you can get your hands on me.”

Russa dropped the mic and took off his shirt. He climbed up the stairs and stepped over the middle turnbuckle where a charging Kang attacked him. The bell rang.

Kang started stomping on Russa, using the ropes for leverage. The ref just stood back and watched knowing that this match was personal. Kang quickly stopped but wasted no time as he grabbed Russa by the hair and brought him to his feet. He punched him in the head with his right hand four times and let the dazed Russa stumble around the ring for a few steps. Russa had enough time to shake off the effects before he was met with a roundhouse kick to the face. Kang dropped down for the cover.

One.

Russa easily kicked out. 

Once again, Julian helped Russa to his feet via his hair. He grabbed Russa and threw him into the far ropes and waited for his return. He swung wildly with his right hand but Russa had ducked under and ran to the far ropes. 

The two met again in the center of the ring, Julian dropped to the mat and Russa quickly stepped over him, hitting the ropes once again. This time as Kang quickly sprang to his feet, Russa met him with a dropkick to the face that sent him falling down to the mat. Russa quickly capitalized on the downed Kang as he stomped on him a few times before he was able to get back on his feet.

Kang charged at Russa who ducked out of the way and sent Kang down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Kang slammed his fists into the mat in anger before getting up and turning around, only to met with a dropkick to his knees. 

Russa flipped him onto his back and applied the figure four to Kang who could only scream in pain. He was in the center of the ring and didn't have anywhere to go. He tried to fight his way out but he had nowhere to go. 

Russa used his body for momentum to cause even more pain to Kang.

Without giving much fight or trying to reverse the hold, Julian Kang tapped out. 

Russa just suddenly let go of the hold, not sure of what had just happened. Kang rolled out of the ring with his head down and left. 'Fine Again' blared throughout the arena as Russa's hand was held high in victory. 

Russa pointed and laughed at Kang, just to rub it in even more.

Possibly the quickest victory, ever?

Winner: Russa

Lucky Strike

Ethan Winters looked at the stretcher where Jason Kain laid, a mask for oxygen and a IV stand was set up for him.  Winters shook his head, as Dante stood next to him.  

Dante’s face still looked a bit shocked, but Winters’ looked more pissed than scared.  He looked over to Dante, and put his ever-present sunglasses back on.

“Mr. Inferno… you had better be happy with the result here.”  Winters stood there staring at Dante, who had yet to turn to him.  

“I thought we were on the same page!  

Sometimes, I wonder if you’re even in the same book.”

He threw his hands into the air, throwing a clipboard behind him, shook his head and walked off.

The camera turned back to Dante, who just stared at the ambulance as it drove off, his mood changing as he looked back at Winters as he stormed off, Dante...was emotionless.

Last Man Standing
 Alias Vs. Max Douglas

    

The announcer’s voice shook through the frenzied arena; so far it had been a great night for ACW as a whole. Record crowds, record buy rates for the PPV… Ethan Winters and even Boyd and Dunn couldn’t be happier. 

A dark cloud was slowly starting to creep over ACW however, with backstage problems and dark days most certainly ahead; the question was how long would this positive out look last?

“The following match is a Last Man Standing match! The rules of the match are as follows: there are no countouts. There are no disqualifications. Falls count anywhere. To win the match, your opponent must stay down for the duration of a ten-count.” 

A hearty roar once again arose from the crowd, further intensified by the rhythmic pounding of The Full Nine's "Not Over" blasting out over the public announce system. Alias appeared from behind the black curtains and the roar even seemed to gain a bit of strength. He paid no attention to it, nor to the flames bursting from the top of the ramp. 

With a longing look towards the fans, he immediately threw the apron up from the side of the ring before procuring a ladder and tossing it into the ring before following it in. He rubbed the side of what seemed like a permanently sore body and then slumped in the corner raising a fist to the crowd. He was ready.

"Raw". Another form of pulse-pounding rock, this time from Staind. Another bad-ass motherfucker, but this time it was “The Attitude” Max Douglas. The crowd was split towards Max Douglas, as a mixed reaction of cheers and boos rang out in the arena… more boos then cheers however due to his actions during the earlier half of the month. He pulled out a couple of tables from the open front of the ring before sliding one of them into the ring.

Max Douglas smiled at Alias, who smirked back at him. These weren't looks of friendship--these were emotions of masochists… who reveled in the glory of the spilled blood of one another.

Max Douglas entered the ring. The bell rang… and it wouldn’t ring again until one man left the arena with his hand raised in victory.

The two men came face to face, nose to nose… first Alias started talking, then Max Douglas started talking. The crowd reached a fever pitch around them as words became screams… and then…

CRACK

The fists started flying. Lefts and rights from both men. Over and over and over again. Alias fired away with right hands, and Max followed every Alias right with one of his own. Alias then gained the advantage, winded up, and decked Max straight in the eye. He dropped down and grabbed Max by the head - and then began slamming Max's head and upper body up and down on canvas mat. 

Alias, not stopping, repeatedly slammed Douglas’s head down on the ramp... and then mounted him and began wailing away with punches. More rights and lefts to the face of “The Attitude”. Finally stepping away from Douglas, Alias sent a couple of boots into the chest of Max Douglas before kicking him the rest of the way out of the ring. Quickly rolling out after him, Alias picked Douglas up - he grabbed Douglas, hooked him, and snap suplexed him on the ramp.

Alias brought Douglas back up and hooked his head... DDT on the ramp. With Max Douglas down, Alias told the ref to “start the damn count”.



1!



2!



Douglas got back up to his feet early. It would take a lot more than that to put him away. Alias grabs Douglas by the hair as he gets up... takes him over to the edge of the top of the entrance ramp... and shoves him off. Douglas falls the six feet and smashes jaw-first onto the guardrail.

Douglas is now obviously down on the floor in pain, spitting out little chunks of tooth along with some blood... Alias hops down to join him. As Douglas now slowly gets to his feet, Alias grabs him by the head and rams him head-first into the guardrail.

At least, that'd been the intent. Douglas quickly took Alias by the arm and with surprising speed went around Alias and wretched his arm up in a wrist-lock before pushing the “OPH” away. There was no follow-up, not yet. Douglas waited as Alias quickly spun around and charged, Douglas let Alias’s momentum carry him into the barrier. Alias bounced back, and Douglas began throwing punches with both arms. All his fury and anger was being carried out in the opening moments of this match, hell he had already been sent off the side of the ramp. A final series of right hands, and Douglas took a couple of steps back.

He charged in with a knee.

Alias took him over with a dragon screw takeover, and held onto the leg. He locked Douglas into a single-leg crab and then spun to grab his head, executing an STF. The effort was readily seen as Alias grasped onto his left wrist with his right arm, trying to put Douglas in an incapacitated state to set up something bigger for the ten count win. 

Douglas bit down on whatever arm flesh he could find, and then jerked his head back in a headbutt, causing Alias to let go of the hold. He fell away stumbling and Douglas got up. He looked towards the ladder in the ring and smiled a broad smile.

Seeing the short window of opportunity Alias swept the legs of Max Douglas out from under him, and after bashing the head of Douglas on the concrete floor… Alias was now the one on the offensive. Stumbling back up to the top of the ramp, Alias looked back down to check on Max Douglas… Douglas was gone. Now, more then slightly worried, Alias went over to behind the Endgame’s video wall and procured his trademark weapon. The Louisville Slugger. He tossed it in his hand, and turned to look for Douglas. 

Douglas had however managed to come up from the side of the stage and lunged at Alias with a vicious spear… those with slow motions options on their TV’s could only truly appreciate the ferocity of the move. After getting to his feat, Douglas met Alias with solid kicks to the chest, each boot meeting Alias’s ribs with authority, Douglas was vigorously assaulting Alias, who was in big, big trouble having dropped the bat after the spear. Alias’s vision was slowly filtering back, but for now… all he could see was the rough shape and coloring of Max Douglas lunging at him, over and over again. 

Suddenly with a jump, Alias was on his feet, but not in the way which he wanted to be, Douglas had hooked him by the belt, and sent him head first into the metal structure which held up the video wall, which shook upon impact! Alias stumbled back, but soon tried to focus, only to see a number of bright moving colors flashing toward him. 

Little did he know, that it was he moving toward them; one of the mini video walls! 

CRAAASH!! SHATTER!!... sizzle… 

Straight through it! Alias explodes through the glass of the End Game mini video wall, emerging on the other side on a pile of shattered glass, Max Douglas simply stands, dusting his hands off, as a severely bleeding Alias twitched amongst the carnage. The sneering Douglas slowly stumbled towards the body of Alias. He screams at the referee to make the count… 

1! 

2! 

3! 

4! 

5! 

6! 

7!

8! 

“Ahhhhhh…. Fuck it.” Max Douglas growled, stepping through the sparking shattered screen, and pulling Alias up, revealing several serious lacerations all over his body, Douglas sent Alias stumbling back through the broken video, a hard punch to the head aiding the motion, Douglas struck again, punch after punch rocking Alias back towards the edge of the ramp, and more worryingly, the fifteen feet drop to the live broadcast area below… if he was going to finish off a man who had quickly became the bane of his existence… he was going to do it slowly and painfully.

The crowd picked up, Douglas suddenly taking a few steps back to charge at Alias who stood on the brink of the end. Charging, Douglas picked up a big head of steam, swinging his fist at Alias, to send him over the edge.

“Wrong… fuck’n…. Pulp Hero.” 

Belly to Belly Suplex! 

If anything the move would have to be aptly named The Bigger Fatter Kill. The crowd exploded, screams… sounds of dismay, Alias hurled Douglas like a ragdoll, through the air, and off the edge of the stage with every last bit of frickin strength he could muster, as if by slow motion, Douglas plummeted down into the monitors and broadcast equipment below. 

Two words, black out, as the brutal force of Douglas’s fall forcefully cut the live PPV feed.

…. 

….

And back! The gruesome sight of Max Douglas stirring amongst broken monitors, desks and cable, struggling to get up… the referee had yet to even start a count, even he was in a state of shock. 

Douglas slowly and painfully rolled from the wreckage. By the time “The Attitude” had crawled hand over hand to the outside of the wreckage… Alias was there and he picked Douglas up off the ground by the hair. Leading him from the side of the ramp-way to the ring, Alias tugged away at Douglas quickening there pace to the squared circle… with one mighty heave Alias sent Douglas sprawling into the ring. 

With the skirt of the ring still turned up Alias put his hand down under the ring to find his next weapon of choice.

Garbage Can…. Nah. 

Fire Extinguisher… Nah.

Kendo Stick… fuck it.

Table… bingo.

The bloodied Pulp Hero pulled the wooden table from under the ring and clumsily set it up. He was tired, he was in pain… and if one thing was for sure he didn’t have a clue if what he had planned would work. Slowly, Alias set up the other table that had been left outside the ring. Both wooden tables lay parallel with the bottom of the ramp way, a good 7-8 feet from the edge of the ring.

Alias rolled into the ring and immediately began stomping the right side of Douglas’s forehead as he lay on his stomach, bleeding on the canvas. Blood began trickling out of a new cut on his forehead as Alias continued to stomp away, the fire of adrenalin shooting through his eyes.

The crowd continued to cheer… the viciousness of the match beginning to become overwhelming. Alias grabbed the ladder and pushed it onto the ropes facing the entrance… and the tables. It now made a ramp out to open space… a stairway to hell and to put it bluntly, a suicide walk to begin with.

Douglas's head rolled around as he pulled himself up from behind Alias. Alias was busy with the ladder, checking what he had planned wasn’t complete suicide. Suddenly, the Douglas lept at Alias and drove him into the corner, before forcibly driving his shoulder multiple times into the gut of the OPH. Alias’s body rattled like a carpet having the dust shaken out of it. 

The crowd jeered the move, as Douglas stumbled out from the corner and looked back, holding his neck, at the fallen Alias. After all the shit these two had been through… it was just about over. He knew Alias had this innate uncanny ability to keep standing after a torrent of offense... he had to end it. Alias now stumbled from the corner and as the two enemies came towards each other Max Douglas sent a stiff kick to the gut of Alias, doubling him over.

Attitude Adjuster!

NO~! 

A second chance at life… for the second time in one match. Alias’s legs buckled from under him as he fell to one knee. He lashed out with a painful low blow and sent Max Douglas doubling, Alias rolled “The Attitude” forward and locked in an elevated surfboard with a dragon sleeper.

Breaking Kayfabe.

Although not being able to hold the submission for long… Alias knew it had done its job on Max Douglas. Alias slowly rolled to his feet… breathing heavily and, yes, bleeding heavily. He picked up the incoherent Douglas and hesitantly heaved the 263 pound Douglas onto his shoulder. At first stumbling to each side he held the man in the air, as the crowd reached a fevered pitch, before finally turning towards the ladder… lying against the top rope.

With heavy feet Alias ran towards the ladder, it was too late to turn back now, as he took the first uneven step onto the ladder, the weight of Max Douglas on his shoulders was now the only thing that carried him forward. He reached out with his next foot, awkwardly skipping a step. Trying to regain his momentum Alias leaned forward and surprisingly ran two more rungs cleanly as the ladder tipped towards the outside, weighing down the ropes. With the gap to the tables on the outside still in front of him… Alias said a prayer…

…and took a leap of god-damned faith.

SMASH

He hadn’t exactly hit the tables cleanly… hell he had only broken one… but that’s all he needed. Using the barrier as support… he slowly pulled himself up to his feet after crawling from the wreckage. The ref screamed over the exhilarated crowd that could do nothing but chant one thing as the count wrung out.

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 1!

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 2!

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 3!

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 4!

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 5!

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 6!

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 7!

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 8!

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 9!

“AYE-SEE-DUB” 10!

"Not Over" hit the system and Alias felt like he was on top of the world… who needed a god-damned piece of tin, he thought… this was Endgame, his new beginning. He raised tattered, torn and bloody tapped fists to the crowd and screamed out.

Exhaustion. 

Joy. 

Six long years... Redeemed.

The point had been made.

Winner: Alias

He Actually Has Fans?

Ivan Coe Unger, otherwise known as ICU slowly walked around the backstage area… but he wasn’t alone. Right by his side was his young son as the two were in search for a certain someone. ICU peered down hallways in search for his son’s favorite wrestler… Not only was it surprising that his son was a fan of his daddy’s profession, but that his favorite wrestler was one of the most cruel and evil men on the face of his planet… 

The multi-time champion all over the world, a fierce and intense competitor and not to mention being a former ACW World heavyweight champion… ICU’s son favorite wrestler was Osyrus?! 

“Do you see him yet daddy?” ICU’s young son asked as both continued down a dim lit hallway slowly. 

“Nope, but I am sure he is around somewhere… I know he isn’t to hard to find.” Just as Ivan finished his sentence, they found their target. 

“Who are you looking for Ivan? If it’s Ethan. I am sure he is running around here somewhere.” ICU’s son was in shock as he stood mere feet from his favorite wrestler… 

“OSYRUS!” The little boy yelled out as the man himself smirked at the excitement from the boy as he heard his own name. 

“That’s my name kid… I am surprised that someone as young as you spoke it with so much excitement. You know who I am right?” 

The young boy wasted no time describing things that he had seen Osyrus do, naming many accolades and matches the boy had seen as he sat in front of his television at home. Osyrus smirked as he rubbed the boy’s head. ICU didn’t look to happy about that, but as long as his son was happy… That’s what matter most to Ivan. 

“Hey Omar, can we get an autograph from you? My son would love to have his favorite wrestler’s signature to show his mother.” 

“YEAH~ Can I have it please?!” The boy now jumping up and down in place. 

“Sure kid… anything for a fan.” Sarcasm obviously evident in the voice of the former champ as ICU just glared at him with content. 

“So you think I am a better wrestler than your dad here…” Osyrus chuckling to himself as the young boy nodded in agreement. “I mean your daddy is a good wrestler too. He is a former Us champ and is the TV, but he hasn’t been the world champ yet and he obviously isn’t as good as me.” Osyrus kneeled down as he took the pen from ICU’s son and signed a piece of paper that was presented to him. Ivan’s face started to get redder with angry. 

“Thank you Osyrus.” The little boy looking down at the piece of paper as ICU placed his hand on his son’s head. 

“Why don’t you go back to the locker room and then I’ll take you back to your seat okay son?” 

“Okay daddy.” ICU’s son ran off down the hallway, just as ICU went nose to nose with the former champ. 

“You think you’re funny huh?” 

“Yeah, actually I think I am.” Osyrus slowly rubbing on his long untamed goatee. 

“Did you enjoy your time in the slammer? Did someone finally wire your broke ass some money?” ICU said nothing as he stepped back, balling up his fist. 

“That’s none of your damn business Omar… I thought we were friends?” 

“Well, you thought wrong Ivan. And how does it feel that your own flesh and blood thinks that I am better than YOU. Even he knows the truth at such a young age… when are you going to figure it out. When you make it to the top of the cards like me… then you can debate how good you really are. And if you keep hanging out with guys like SilverHawk, you may end up like him… A battered, beaten and broken man.” Osyrus backs away as he just smirks before walking in the direction he came from. 

As ICU stood there by himself, he punched the wall to the side of him. Ivan was visibly upset. As he walked toward his locker room. One thing was on his mind… 

He was going to show Osyrus who the better man was in ACW. 

ICU was going to make his presence felt tonight… 

One way or the other. 

Ratings Drop?

“What in the bluest of hells are we going to so now!?” 

Winters looked pissed as he sat behind his desk. Two men sat in front of him, obviously production people. They both shrugged. 

“We’re two minutes from the US title match, and not only is one of the contenders OUT OF THE GOD DAMNED MATCH, but that same man is now in the freakin’ hospital…eating up my money!”

The two men looked shocked that Winters wasn’t even worried about Kain.

“If our ratings drop because of that jackass… I got it…tell you what boys… we’re keeping this match going.” He looked at the clipboard and smiled. 

“Geo Vacton versus Jay Smash should be good enough… but I’m telling you… I’m thinking this might make us have to cut some losses. No?”

“Um, sir… let’s just wait this one out.” One of the guys spoke up. “we’re paying Kain a hell of a lot, and he’s given us some great stuff so far… can’t we just wait it out?”

“You know… you had better be glad you caught me on a good day, Joe.” Winters turned to the nervous production assistant. “We’ll keep him, but you make another outburst like that, and I’ll start making some cuts in the production department, too.”

Then Winters turned and got out of his chair. He walked over to a slide board, and pushed Jason Kain’s name out of the brackets for the title tournament. Then walked out of the room...

ACW United States Championship
Geo Vacton Vs. Jay Smash

    

The match begins with the ring announcer calling out the following match, and for the United States title. As soon as the ring announcer finishes, 'TNT' by AC/DC hits over the PA system and Geo Vacton makes his way down to the ring with many fans on his side for this match. Geo Vacton enters the ring and stares down at the announcer table where the US title can be seen, waiting for it's new owner. 

Then as Geo Vacton's music cuts, 'New Disease' by Spineshank blasts, followed by Jay Smash who makes his way to the ring through the crowd. Once again, it sounds like many fans are also on Jay Smash's side. When both men have entered the ring, the bell sounds.

Geo Vacton and Jay Smash both stare at each other, then as Jay Smash goes towards Geo Vacton, Geo Vacton picks Jay Smash off the ground and throws him into the corner. Geo Vacton continues to stomp Jay Smash to the ground, each shot lowers him more and more, until he is lying in the ring looking up at the top of the arena. 

Geo Vacton backs away from Jay Smash and into the center of the ring. Jay Smash stands up, as Geo Vacton swings around and tries to connect with a clothesline, but Jay Smash counters with an arm drag.

Jay Smash stands up and heads over to Geo Vacton, when Geo Vacton suddenly leaps off the ground and takes Jay Smash down with a hard shot to his injured leg. Geo Vacton and Jay Smash both stand up, at the same time, but Jay Smash gets to his feet on the ring apron. Geo Vacton turns to Jay Smash just as he spring boards off with his feet, off the top rope. 

Jay Smash lands on top of Geo Vacton's shoulders, but Geo Vacton holds Jay Smash on, before he falls. Geo Vacton moves forward and powerbombs Jay Smash to the outside of the ring, onto the hard floor below.

The fans are feeling it, as this match already breaks into what could be its final minutes after a brutal shot, taking Jay Smash out as of right now. Geo Vacton turns around after delivering the powerbomb and he taunts the crowd. Geo Vacton exits the ring and rolls Jay Smash back in to go for the first pin in the match. 

 

1.... 

 

as the referee goes down for a two, Jay Smash gets his shoulder up with determination to win. 



Geo Vacton, picks Jay Smash up and tosses him into the ropes. As Jay Smash runs back, Geo Vacton tries to catch Jay Smash into a belly-to-belly position, but Jay Smash turns away, grabbing Geo Vacton by the left arm. Jay Smash quickly locks the other arm in from behind, getting Geo Vacton in a Full Nelson. 

Jay Smash tries to drop Geo Vacton with a Full Nelson Slam, but Geo Vacton luckily slides his arms out before he falls, and pushes Jay Smash forward, into the corner. Geo Vacton stands up from the ground and runs at Jay Smash, who turns around in the corner. Jay Smash gets a foot up, knocking Geo Vacton away before he slams into Jay Smash.

Jay Smash runs at Geo Vacton, dropping him with a bulldog, then into a pin right away. 

 

1.... 

 

2.... 

 

Geo Vacton kicks out of the pin. 

 

Jay Smash stands up, and waits for Geo Vacton to get to his feet. When Geo Vacton turns to Jay Smash, he is knocked over the top rope with a dropkick. Jay Smash also exits the ring, delivering shots to Geo Vacton's head until the referee starts a 10 count. Jay Smash pushes Geo Vacton away and Geo Vacton lands next to the announcer tables, trying to stand back up. Jay Smash slides into the ring, followed by Geo Vacton. 

Jay Smash stomps Geo Vacton down, then picks him up, to set him on top of the turnbuckle. Jay Smash stands up on top of the turnbuckle with Geo Vacton, but Geo Vacton punches away at Jay Smash. Jay Smash falls off the turnbuckle, hitting the ground hard. Jay Smash stands up and heads back to the corner, when he realizes that Geo Vacton is standing at the top. Geo Vacton takes a dive off the top, landing a cross body on top of Jay Smash.

Both men hit the ground, and Geo Vacton goes for a pin. 

 

1.... 

 

2.... 

 

Jay Smash kicks out, and both men stand right back up into a storm of punches. Each shot, stronger than the next, until finally, they begin to slow down, but still swinging punches. When Jay Smash gets the chance, he tackles Geo Vacton into the corner before he could swing another punch. Jay Smash continues the beating with shoulder thrusts, and chops to the chest. Jay Smash grabs Geo Vacton by the arm and tries to whip him to the other side of the ring, but Geo Vacton reverses. Just as Jay Smash gets to the other side of the ring, he jumps up, landing onto the top turnbuckle.

Geo Vacton also follows Jay Smash, by jumping up to the top and locking Jay Smash up from behind. With very little balance at the top for both men, Geo Vacton quickly locks Jay Smash from behind and both men fall back to the canvas below. Geo Vacton drops Jay Smash with a super German suplex, then rolls away to the outside of the ring, after the weight of Jay Smash slammed him down hard as well. Geo Vacton makes it back into the ring where he stares at Jay Smash, down in the ring. 

Geo Vacton waits as Jay Smash makes it back to his feet. Geo Vacton kicks Jay Smash when he turns around and delivers The Vactonation. Geo Vacton with the hard slam and the hold causes Jay Smash to go right out.

The referee raises Jay Smash's hand and drops it. The referee raises Jay Smash's hand once again, then drops it. Right before the referee raises Jay Smash's hand again to end the match, Jay Smash gets out of the hold, rolls over and grabs Jason Kain's legs to lock in a sharpshooter. After the submission hold is locked in long enough, Geo Vacton is no longer moving or screaming, because of the move, causing him to be out of the match at the moment. Jay Smash drops Geo Vacton 's legs to the ground and he begins to stomp on him. 

Jay Smash picks Geo Vacton up from the ground and both men stand stronger than ever.

Jay Smash and Geo Vacton lock up, then Geo Vacton gets Jay Smash into a headlock. Jay Smash pushes off the ropes, and pushes Geo Vacton away. Geo Vacton hits the ropes at the other end of the ring and comes back with a shoulder block. Jay Smash also jumps at Geo Vacton with a shoulder block of his own, causing both men to make a hard collision into each other, crashing back down to the ground. 

Jay Smash and Geo Vacton get to their feet, and back into a lock up, but this time, Geo Vacton knees Jay Smash, and sets him up for the Geocide. Jay Smash reverses the move and drops Geo Vacton to the ground with a high angle backdrop.

When Jay Smash hits the ground with Geo Vacton, he rolls to the ring apron, where he stands up and waves to the fans. The fans cheer for Jay Smash, giving him the strength he needs to go for the springboard frog splash, from one side of the ring, to the other, where Geo Vacton is seen. 

Jay Smash shoots high into the air, and makes it across the ring. Before Geo Vacton is hit with the move, he rolls away. Jay Smash lands on nothing but canvas, then Geo Vacton stands up. Geo Vacton goes for the pin on Jay Smash. 

 

1.... 

 

2.... 

 

Jay Smash gets a shoulder up, and Geo Vacton cannot believe it. Geo Vacton tosses Jay Smash into the corner, but Jay Smash slams the ref into the corner as the ref tried to get out of the way. 

Jay Smash moves forward, away from the corner, then Geo Vacton superkicks Jay Smash to the ground. Jay Smash slowly stands up, but Geo Vacton delivers a low kick into the side of Jay Smash's injured leg. Jay Smash holds his leg, and tries to keep himself up. Geo Vacton delivers a second kick, harder than the first, into Jay Smash's injured leg, this time, bringing Jay Smash to his knees. Geo Vacton punches Jay Smash with closed fists into Jay Smash's face, while the referee tries to regain consciousness. Jay Smash finally punches back at Geo Vacton, and each shot gets him closer to his feet again. When Jay Smash has the chance, he runs to the ropes and back at Geo Vacton, who delivers a big boot, sending Jay Smash back down hard.

Geo Vacton picks Jay Smash up and sets him up once again for the Geocide. Before Geo Vacton can deliver the move, Brandon Blade slides into the ring with a chair. Geo Vacton pushes Jay Smash away and he tries to clothesline Brandon Blade out of the ring. The referee is still down, and Brandon Blade throws Geo Vacton out of the ring. As this is taking place, Jay Smash is getting back to his feet. Brandon Blade grabs a chair from outside of the ring and he slide back in before Jay Smash can get all the way up.

Jay Smash turns to Brandon Blade, who cracks the chair over Jay Smash's head as hard as he could. When Jay Smash hits the ground, Brandon Blade slides Jay Smash to the ropes. He raises Jay Smash's injured leg onto the bottom rope, and then he uses the chair to further injure Jay Smash's leg, with three more shots. Within the time it took to attack Jay Smash, the referee was getting up, and Geo Vacton slides back into the ring, finding Jay Smash down and out, bleeding from the head, and holding his leg. Brandon Blade exits the ring and walks around at ringside. Geo Vacton smiles, and goes for the pin on Jay Smash. 

 

1.... 

 

2....



Brandon Blade pulls the referee out of the ring stopping the pin, then Brandon Blade slides in. Geo Vacton stands up, and both men stare each other down. Jay Smash also tries to stand up, to stay in the match, but he can barely see after the chair shot to the head, and the blood begins to cover his eyes. As he stands up, his leg gives up on him and he falls back to his knees. Brandon Blade pushes Geo Vacton out of the way and he heads over to Jay Smash. Before Brandon Blade can do anything, Jay Smash grabs Brandon Blade by the arms and rolls back, throwing Brandon Blade through the second rope and to the outside of the ring.

Jay Smash stands up, with a limp, and he goes face to face with Geo Vacton right before he is kicked into the Geocide position. Jay Smash punches away at Geo Vacton, then spins around, behind Geo Vacton, grabbing him by the neck with his right forearm. Before Geo Vacton can get out of the move, Jay Smash delivers the Vitamin Jay. Jay Smash stands up again with Brandon Blade back in the ring. The referee stops Brandon Blade before he does anything this time, but Jay Smash stands up and forearm smashes Brandon Blade down from behind, and all three men lie down in the ring. The referee begins a 10 count on Jay Smash and Geo Vacton.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

8...

During the count, Brandon Blade exits the ring, and now stands watching the match. Before the referee hits 9, both men make their way back to their feet to continue the match. It is all down to one last shot that could end this match. Both men are tired, and trying to survive the rest of the match, and become the United States champion. Geo Vacton and Jay Smash are back up once again, in the same position they were when the match began.

As Smash attempts a hard right hand towards Vacton, he shifts his body to the left, Matrix style, before kicking Jay Smash in the gut and attempting to lock in the Geocide. However, Smash is aware enough as he pushes Vacton off of the ropes and Geo is soon coming back to Smash in a hurry.

Kick in the gut by Smash.

Smash Landing!

NO

Vacton wriggled out of the pedigree start to the move, as he turns Smash around 360 degrees...

Geocide!

YES

Cover...

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...

Winner: NEW ACW United States Champion, Geo Vacton

Merry Smashing Christmas

The match between Jay Smash and Geo Vacton has ended and Jay Smash can be seen standing in the ring with a mic as the scene begins. Jay Smash has his weight all on his good leg, trying to stay up after the match, and his face is still covered with blood. Jay Smash begins to speak.

"I told you all, no matter what happens in this match tonight, whether I win or lose, I'm gonna give you a surprise. And if that wasn't a surprise enough for ya, then how about I take you back through the week which will lead up to a surprise for all of you. Roll the footage."

The footage plays of Jay Smash shopping during his "Christmas List" promo and more footage never seen shows right after the promo ends. He is seen back a large truck up into the back of the arena early that day. As the footage ends, a large truck is then seen backing up, down the ramp as the fans cheer.

"Hey, I may have sad that I would not leave this arena without the title, but there was something even more important I forgot to say, and that was, I'm not leaving this arena without giving you a Jay Smash Christmas. So without further ado, John, Michael, Joe, Bob, Roy, and I are gonna give you people, some presents!"

The men that Jay Smash named pop out of the back of the 18 wheeler and they begin shooting out presents, throwing presents, and even carrying bags up and down the isles. After a little while, they climb to the top of the truck and throw presents out. to people.

"Boy, this sure is getting me tired...and look, I'm bleeding over here. So lets just go ahead and to this the fast way."

T-shirts begin to fall from the top of ceiling above, as everyone looks up trying to grab as many as they can. Jay Smash enters the drivers side of the truck and the camera moves out as Jay Smash begins to drive the truck back up the ramp.

"Oh yeah, one more thing....Have a very smashing Christmas."

The truck drives up and out of the arena, then the scene closes. 

ACW TV Championship Matchup
ICU(c) Vs. ToK

    

As the picture came back from a short preview as to ACW's Christmas activities, it was time for the Television Title match. A match in which has been out of the scenes since Ivan last won it against Aaron Ward oh so long ago. Many felt that nobody could contend with the man who holds it now, but others feel Ivan isn’t up to par to even considering himself a champion, but there is a challenger to his title once again, and will see who prevails tonight. 

ToK stands in the ring waiting for the television champion to make his way down to the ring. Ivan then appeared through the entranceway walking with pure confidence. Yet like last week something was different.

There was no chanting of asshole.

No birds are being flown.

Pure silence from the fans. 

A no reaction entrance.

It wasn’t good for the champion, maybe he was better off as a hated beast, but he knew someday these fans would like him and react the way they should. He got to ring side not going directly in but making ToK wait just a little longer as he walked over to his baby boy and gave him five.

He then slides into the ring to meet an ambush as ToK took the early advantage with a few kicks to the back as he slide in. Ivan got to his feet as ToK quickly sent a closed right hand into his jaw. Ivan quickly retaliated nailing a hard right of his own. ToK wouldn’t take the punch lightly as he staggered back, only to return with a hard left hand into the face of Ivan. 

Ivan wouldn’t stand for that as he returned with a kick to the stomach. ToK quickly went to one knee trying to catch his wind back but Ivan grabs his arm and whips him to the ropes. Upon ToK's return he slides through the open legs of Ivan and takes the knee out of Ivan.

ToK has the advantage again as he pummels the back of the head of Ivan. The referee then breaks it up after ten shots to the head and big man looks to be struggling to get to his feet, but as he does he is met with a clothesline and only staggered him. ToK goes from another but can’t get him down. He goes to the ropes for a more powerful one but is met with a powerful spine buster that puts him down for the count.

ToK crawls towards the ropes as Ivan just walks along side of him. Boot to ToK's back but he continues crawling. He pulls himself up and turns. Only to be put down by a charging Ivan clotheslines. 

Showing no mercy Ivan locks him in a sleeper hold. ToK fights the effects and climbs to his feet. Sleeper hold Suplex by Ivan and pin fall attempt. 



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ToK barely kicks out at the last second. The crowd is in shock that this kid, who is unknown to almost all, kick out. Ivan gets to his feet first, hammering away on ToK as he shoots him off the ropes. Ivan goes for the clothesline, but ToK ducks and bounces off the other ropes. 

ToK comes back with great velocity as he leaps into the air nailing Ivan with a spinning heel kick to the face knocking the big man down. He grabs his hair picking him up looking to end it right here and now. He gets set for the tiger suplex...

OH MY GOD!!!

He has lifted up and now has him on his shoulders as he’s going to hit the move he calls ‘Pray for me’. He stands there with his arms yelling at his manager that’s over and that he has it won

But don’t count your chickens yet because Ivan has just snapped out of the hold and spins around with a huge spinning DDT driving ToK's face right into the mat. 

The crowd begins to rumble as you can tell the advantage has shifted once again as Ivan struggles to get up once again.

He waits for the staggering and dazed ToK to get up, and goes for all. Picking him up into a reverse Death Valley driver. 

CRITICAL CONDITION!!!

No he doesn’t hit it as ToK slides off his back onto his feet but Ivan rolls around knocking the sense out of him with a huge clothesline he calls ‘Depression’. He then goes for the cover.



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Ivan had beaten his opponent to retain the title in a battle with a man no one thought could even stand up to champion, but now he lays there in total uncertainty at what had just happened. 

Ivan then grabs the title from the referee as he is in awe of the crowd finally chanting his name, but in all of his glory he knew something was wrong. He knew his maneuver that had just won him the match had done wrong to a man who didn’t deserve it. He then looked down to find ToK lying there as his manager yelled and screamed as he pulled his hair out of his scalp in disappointment.

Ivan went over to the fallen body as the crowd slowly quieted down as they hadn’t a clue what was about to happen. He could easily snap again and just cause hell that people didn’t want to see, or maybe just maybe he was going to congratulate him on a job well down. 

He helped ToK up and the two stood in the ring looking into each other’s eyes. One was filled with glory and excitement while the other was glazy and hadn’t a clue what just happened to him nor did he know what was about to happen.

Ivan then extended his hand as the fans began to roar once again and ToK stood there looking around seeing what kind of noise people truly could make for someone as special as the guy he just wrestled. He then shook his hand as Ivan pulled him close and said the final words that would be spoken at End Game for these two.

"Congratulations on a match well done...maybe next time it won’t end like that"

Ivan then walked out of the ring with a smile on his face...

Strange huh...

Winner: ICU

Almost there: Minutes away revisited

Osyrus stood on the other side of the curtain; waiting the introduction to the most important match of his young career. 24 years of age, looking at his chance to be a world champion… He continues to stretch every bone in his body feverously, becoming more and more intense as the seconds count away on the clock. Staff members watch backstage as Osyrus continues to synch himself up for the match up. 

No more time for talk…

It’s do or die now…

The way Osyrus liked it best…

Then the camera panned out of the monitor as Osyrus stared at his old self just before he won his first world championship. The only difference between then and now is that this is a different man than the one of the past. Would Osyrus repeat history and once again become a world champion? Could he climb to the top of the mountain for the second time and kick off this supposed New era of ACW in a big way? 

No time would tell. 

Get ready for the battle. 

Osyrus v. SilverHawk.

ACW World title.. 

But would this be the last time these two men meet?

Smooth Talker

Winters sat in his make shift office once again, it had been one hell of a night, and he had been out of this office more than he had been in it, which didn't make him a happy man.

His money maker match was next up, therefore, Winters was in a pretty good mood as he sat opposite yet another assistant, Jennifer.

"Well Jenny, since Trevor has went on holiday or something, you will now "handle" by business if that's all right?"

"Well..."

"Thank you! NOW...back to the negotiations...Jenny, can you hand me the next telephone number of my wanted list please...ah, thanks. OK."

Winters slowly dialed the number and then placed it to his ear, which you normally do...

"It's ringing...

Oh, hello, this is a Mr. Ethan Winters, and I'm calling on behalf of All-Star Championship wrestling, and I'm wondering if it would be at all possible if we could set up a meeting over the festive holidays to maybe discuss the possibilities of you bringing your talents to our federation.

...

You've never heard of ACW? Well that's a problem isn't it...

...

How much a year? Well...that would depend on what you want wouldn't it, but let's just put a figure of maybe $0.5 million a year...

...

Pocket Money?

...

Well are you interested or not?

...

How dare yo...

Hello?

Mr. Tyler? Hello?

DAMMIT!

Jenny, scrub Airborn Tyler off the list and gimme the next number.."

ACW World Heavyweight Championship
2 Out Of 3 Falls
SilverHAWK(c) Vs. Osyrus

    

The crowd fell into a hush as the lights around the top rafters of the arena flashed. Only one match that remained... but it would most likely determine the future of ACW on a whole. It had been over a month since Osyrus has lost the ACW World Title to SilverHAWK, but yet again, Osyrus was to have his own way, and was to have a rematch, which was rumoured to be his last.

If at the end of this night, HAWK held the title, ACW could start to use him as their main man, "the one" and then take ACW into higher places. However, if HAWK was to lose, Osyrus would therefore be at the top of the tree once again, and it would be very unlikely that HAWK would be allowed to even be near the Champion ever again since his shock win at BreakOUT.

As Osyrus' music played, he pushed the curtain aside and walked out to a "nice" reception were everything was thrown at him, from beer cups to profanity, but Osyrus didn't flinch, he was focused. All the mind games that he had played since BreakOUT were now out of his mind, as they didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was that he pinned HAWK twice, before HAWK could do the same to him. He slid into the ring and jumped on the spot, shadow boxing a little as the referee gave him a little once over, telling him what he wanted, Osyrus nodded...even though he didn't listen.

What he did listen to was the huge response that SilverHAWK received as he entered the arena, accompanied by his music...and the whole of MGS going nuts for him. With the ACW Title over his shoulder, he marched down to the ring, not taking his eyes off the challenger. He climbed the ring steps and threw the title in the air as a million flashes went off inside the arena as HAWK traveled through the ring ropes and gave the referee the title.

The noise level in the arena grew as both men were told to come forward by the referee, which was quite unusual for a wrestling match...but as he told them about the "rules" which there were none for this special hardcore rules match, he signaled for the bell as he took a step back.

 

HAWK and Osyrus locked horns.

 

"You think you're tough? Beating up all my friends huh?"

 

"Hey old man...shut the fuck up and prove you're the champion..."

 

"Prove it? I don't have to prove it, I BEAT you, tell me, how many wins you got against me?"

 

SLAP

 

Osyrus slapped the taste out of HAWK's mouth.

 

"Don't you talk to me like that old man."

 

HAWK wasn't a man to fuck about...

 

WHAM

 

Right hand, which sent Osyrus reeling back next to the ropes, HAWK took his arm and the  whipped him to the other side of the ring, before clotheslining to the returning Osyrus to the mat. Both men then got to their feet, and as HAWK whipped Osyrus to the ropes, Osyrus reversed the move and sent HAWK to the other side. Attempted kick by HAWK was caught by Osyrus who then spun HAWK around 360 degrees and then swung his right arm for a clothesline, which was ducked by SilverHAWK, SilverHAWK tried a clothesline of his own, missed, but as Osyrus turned around his smashed Osyrus in the face with a arm take down clothesline.

They go for a lockup, but Osyrus slides between HAWK’s legs and before he can react, Osyrus is up and dropkicks HAWK in the back of the head, knocking him sternum-first into the corner. Osyrus paused and then charges in and body splashes the open HAWK, driving him further into the corner. Osyrus grabs HAWK and whips him across the opposite direction, then runs in. He clocks HAWK with a spinning heel kick, hitting him squarely. Osyrus lands on the apron, and HAWK stumbles out of the corner, clearly in a daze, as Osyrus clotheslines HAWK to the mat once again.

The former Champion seems to have settled in the quickest of the duo, and as he pulls HAWK to his feet and shoves him into the corner, he trash talks constantly.

 

"C'mon bitch!"

 

Osyrus suddenly had a thought, and as he took HAWK's head an punches him to the mat, he knew that he wanted to get this match over early. Thinking of that, Osyrus knew that he had to attack HAWK's knee as early as he could like he did in their last altercation at the Triple Cage match. 

So quickly, he grabbed HAWK's legs and tied them up, then bent over to clutch his chin, executing an STF submission. 

As soon as he grabbed the chin, Osyrus pulled back with all of his strength, intent on shattering the knee before the match even the first count. HAWK groaned as he felt the pain shoot up his leg. 

His chin was feeling the effects, but his knee was the only thing on his mind. He couldn't scream, although that would have probably helped at that moment. But on the flipside, if he had done so, it could possibly give Osyrus the knowledge that he had definitely found his Achilles heel...

So instead, he went to his one greatest advantage over Osyrus that he held: his power. With all of the strength, he swung an arm up and slightly connected with Osyrus' midriff. He shook his legs around, trying to break them free and with a surge of neck strength, he slammed his face forward. With all of those combined, he was able to release the hold, although his face smashed down into the canvas from the thrust that he had used.

HAWK rose to his feet, thrilled that he was now free from the STF, he looked to keep the advantage that he had now gained. Osyrus was on his feet, and as he lunged at HAWK with a right hook, HAWK ducked and jabbed Osyrus in the ribs once again, and then brought him down to the mat with a reverse bulldog.

HAWK got back up to his feet, took a quick look at Osyrus below who was feeling his nose to make sure it was on his face.

 

"Get up!"

 

As Osyrus got up to his hands and knees, HAWK bounced himself off the side rope, and dropped and elbow to his back, the lower back to be precise. HAWK then slid to the outside and opened up his store room, as he lifted the ring apron to reveal a ton of weapons. As he pulled out a steel chair, a Singapore cane and a baseball bat, Osyrus was on his feet.

HAWK saw him coming at him. 

As Osyrus dropped down for the baseball slide intended to knock one of the weapons into HAWK, HAWK ducked out of the way just in time, causing Osyrus to land on his feet on the outside, but with his back to the Champion, but just as he turned around, HAWK was there to take a hard clutch of the steel chair, and rattle Osyrus' brains out with a stinging shot to the skull, which sent Osyrus tumbling backwards and he actually toppled over the ring steps on his way to the padded concrete.

HAWK lifted the chair in the air, which now had the indent of Osyrus's skull upon it.

The crowd cheered him on.

HAWK dropped the chair on the mat and then walked over to see Osyrus, but as HAWK turned the corner around the ring step, Osyrus exploded upon him, with a devastating clothesline and then a few right hands after that. HAWK lay dazed as Osyrus got to his own feet and shook the cobwebs off a bit from that chair shot, HAWK gave him enough time to recover a little.

Osyrus picked up the Singapore cane and slid into the ring, and then climbed out, standing on the ring apron perpendicular to where HAWK was laying. As HAWK rose to his feet, Osyrus waited, fans nearby shouting abuse at him.

"Shut the fuck up!" was his reply to them as he smashed the cane over HAWK's head as he rose to his feet, as he was soon planted back on the mat. The cane was flimsy, so he threw it into the crowd, as it was no use to him anymore, the fans ripping it to pieces for a souvenir.

Osyrus stepped over the Champion, and then looked under the ring again, this time, he pulled out...

Not One...

Not Two...

But three tables, which were all stacked on top of one another.

Osyrus pulled the first table from the pack and then threw it into the ring, leaving the other two, laying on the outside. Osyrus took HAWK by the head and threw him into the ring, following him into the ring soon afterwards. Osyrus kicked the table over to the side of the ring as he picked HAWK up, and whipped him to the ropes, but his attempted dropkick missed, as HAWK held onto the ropes, instead of bouncing off of them.

HAWK then performed a half somersault as he rolled on top of Osyrus, gripping his legs as he rolled through.

 

1...

 

2...

 

Kickout.

 

Osyrus managed to kick out, even though all of HAWK's weight was on his face more or less. HAWK got up, but Osyrus was soon up too, and hit HAWK with a stinging right hand, which meant HAWK stumbled backwards and into the table, which he tripped over, falling to the mat. Osyrus flexed his muscles to the crowd, as if one punch could do that to his opponent, on the mat however, HAWK was in trouble, as he had landed fully on his shoulder onto one of the rims of the table.

Osyrus shifted HAWK off of the table, and then erected it in the middle of the ring, as he stood ready for HAWK to rise to his feet. HAWK was aware however, even though pain was shooting up and down his left arm, he rose to his feet, and as Osyrus pushed him against the ropes and then placed his head down for a monkey flip, HAWK clubbed him in the back with his right hand, and then pulled him up for a powerbomb.

But HAWK's left side couldn't take the weight, as HAWK struggled to keep Osyrus on his shoulders, add that to the fact that Osyrus was struggling on top of HAWK, HAWK soon took a few too many steps backwards, as both he, and Osyrus soon toppled over the top rope, both men landing harshly on the mat.

Osyrus has landed mostly on HAWK so therefore as he rolled off of HAWK, you could see that HAWK had landed once again on his left side, and was once again gripping his left shoulder in pain. Both men stayed motionless as it was a pretty hefty fall that both men took, even Osyrus who was now lying on his back, breathing deeply.

The noise in the arena rose however, as Ethan Winters soon appeared at the top of the ramp, and was marching down to the ring. He walked around the ring to check on both men, talking to the referee as well, who didn't want him here, but because of the rules, he couldn't do anything else. Winters shook Osyrus, and he soon reacted, as Osyrus rolled over and sat up on his knees, looking over at HAWK whom had his back to Osyrus.

Osyrus struggled to his feet to the delight of Winters, who soon moved out of his way as he moved over to HAWK. Osyrus rolled HAWK over, and then sadistically booted him in the shoulder, a large groan coming from HAWK. Osyrus motioned for Winters to come over to HAWK, and after a short exchange, both men parted ways, as Winters picked up one of the tables, and threw it into the ring, before jumping in and putting it up, in the middle of the ring.

Osyrus rolled HAWK into the ring and then propped him up onto the table that Winters had erected, after saying something to Winters, Osyrus began to climb the top rope, as Winters held the ACW Champion in place. Osyrus stood at the top rope, and then jumped off, looking for a body splash to send HAWK and he through the table in a supreme spot, but (there's always a but) as Winters' collar was grabbed, and thrusted over half of the table, HAWK rolled off the edge of the table and managed to get away from the on coming Osyrus.

The table exploded as Osyrus went through the table, and he also took Ethan Winters with him, as he had been bent over the table by HAWK. The crowd popped like crazy as the carnage of the big spot left Osyrus and Winters lying on the mat. As HAWK conveyed the scene, he crawled to the middle of the ring, and slapped his arm over Osyrus' body, as the referee flung pieces of wood out of his way to make the cover.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3!

 

SilverHAWK 1 - 0 Osyrus

But the crowd were not popping like mad as HAWK slumped off of Osyrus' body, instead, they were booing as one of the newest members of Winters INC came down to the ring, Scott Perry. As he slid into the ring, he pulled his boss from the rubble. Perry slapped him in the face as a little as the boss began to wake, coughing a little and lying on his side, holding his neck after the impact.

Perry then seen red, as his boss was struggling to get to his feet. He moved over to HAWK and began to stomp on him, a huge amount of heat coming towards him as he stomped on the ACW Champion. Perry brought him to his feet and then he shoved him into the corner of the ring, before smashing HAWK in the jaw with a heavy slap...pointing to Winters on the floor.

HAWK still wasn't recovered from the powerbomb spot, but when that slap connected, HAWK's eye's widened and Perry suddenly began to back off, as HAWK began to hit him with right hands. Until Perry was on the ropes, when HAWK blasted him over the ropes, Perry toppling to the mat below, but as HAWK roared after his success...the fans pointed behind him, but it was too late...

The Dawn of Oblivion

Osyrus lifted HAWK up so that he was laying across his shoulders. Osyrus released the HAWK's legs and threw his body up in the air while rotating HAWK's body in front of his own body upside down before driving HAWK's head down to the mat...

 

1...

 

2...

 

3!

 

SilverHAWK 1 - 1 Osyrus

The crowd dropped their head in unison as the referee counted the 2nd out of the 3 falls that were to take place. It would now be settled with one more pinfall, and as Osyrus pulled himself up, so he was sitting up right he looked down at HAWK and then breathed out...as he flicked away the pieces of broken wood which still sat on the canvas. Perry on the outside dragged Winters out of the ring, and had began to take him to the back as Osyrus got to his feet.

Osyrus kicked out at HAWK, whom was started to move as well, still holding his left shoulder, he collected enough strength with help from the ropes to pull himself up, but soon, Osyrus smacked him with a right hand which messed up all his good work. Osyrus dropped to the outside, and pulled HAWK out, halfway, as he wretched the arm of HAWK back and forth, before smacking it off of the ring pole nearby, this time HAWK screamed in pain.

Osyrus clocked the last table, and then moved over to it, but instead, he looked to his right, where the announcers table was positioned, and as he shoved the table back under the ring, he began to strip the announce table of anything severely dangerous. Small monitors, jugs of water, chairs, the lot were thrown out of the way, until there was just a sturdy wooden table left.

Osyrus motioned over to HAWK and dragged him out of the ring, HAWK flopped onto the mat and had to be physically dragged the rest of the way. Osyrus then looked for the best plan, and then would be, to lift HAWK onto the outside railing, which had enough space for one set of feet. He collected a steel chair, and set about placing it just below the railing. He got up on the railing, and placed HAWK on the chair, HAWK's knee's almost gave way a couple of times, but the height of each ledge was just nice, for Osyrus to place HAWK's head between his legs, as he was going to powerbomb HAWK threw the table.

The referee and fans tried to stop him, but it was no use.

However, it seemed that his body had the biggest say, as Osyrus struggled to lift HAWK up for the powerbomb HAWK slipped of the chair, almost causing Osyrus to fall off the ledge. Osyrus clubbed HAWK in the back before propping him up again, but before he could pull HAWK up, he was soon in motion, as HAWK monkey flipped Osyrus as Osyrus toppled into the table, which collapsed on impact.

Osyrus didn't hit it too cleanly either, as he didn't revolve around completely to hit it full on, therefore his neck and the top of his spine took most of the impact, as HAWK slipped off the steel chair and slumped to the mat. The referee ploughed through pieces of broken table as he looked to see if Osyrus was OK, but he was far from it...

As HAWK's senses began to return, his eardrums where sensitive to the huge "holy shit" loop that was going around the arena at this point. HAWK dragged himself to his feet, and looked around as the fans were going completely nuts for both men really, as they were putting on an amazing show, but it was to take another sickening twist...as HAWK looked under the ring, and pulled out a ladder from it's keeping place.

Osyrus was now moving, as he crawled off of a large piece of wood to rest his back, but as he looked up, he witnessed HAWK sluggishly throw a ladder into the mix when he could have tried to end it right there, but HAWK wanted to finish this once and for all.

HAWK managed to get the ladder fully in the ring, before he picked up the pieces of what were left of Osyrus, and he threw him into the ring, soon following him as he struggled with only the use of one arm really. HAWK crawled into the ring, and soon set upon Osyrus with some weak right hands at this time, as both men had more or less given all that they could. HAWK soon picked up the ladder and then drove it into Osyrus chest, a sickening act for the ACW Champion, but people who knew their history found it explainable.

HAWK then pulled on Osyrus' head, and tried to pick him to his feet, but Osyrus wasn't really functioning at this moment in time, so HAWK, dropped him, and then rested a little in the corner, waving to a few fans as they popped for him back. HAWK rotated his shoulder a little, but you could clearly see the pain on his face as he did so, but he was soon taken a back as Osyrus was soon struggling to his feet, using the ropes as a bit of leeway.

As Osyrus turned around to face HAWK, he swung a mad right hook which was no were near it's target, as HAWK ducked for what it was worth, as he then took a hold of Osyrus' neck, and twisted it to the canvas for the shittiest breakDOWN you will ever see, but one of the most important.

As the fans expected HAWK to pop up and slug himself over Osyrus, HAWK lay on the mat, clearly in distress as he held onto his shoulder, saliva dripping from his mouth onto the canvas as he was struggling...but he soon made attempts to get over to Osyrus, who had rolled a few feet since the impact. Osyrus was now on his side, finding it very hard to breath as he soon felt a hand on his shoulder, and then the weight of HAWK's body across him...

 

1...

 

2...

 

3!

 

In a perfect world, that would have been what happened, but instead...

 

1...

 

2...

 

With the smallest of movements, Osyrus managed to shake HAWK off of him, for what was deemed to be a kickout, and HAWK was in no position to be resisting anything as the fans groaned to their disbelief of what just happened. HAWK slammed his fist on the mat, before getting up, which was no mean feat at this moment in time. HAWK slid out of the ring, and collected the chair that he had earlier smashed Osyrus' brains.

After sliding back into the ring, he was about to bring it down upon Osyrus, but he soon had other plans, as the ladder came to his attention, and soon after that, HAWK had popped the ladder up in the middle of the ring and was soon starting to ascend it. The fans didn't really know what he was going to do, and neither did HAWK, but soon afterwards he had reached the drop of the ladder, and had managed to shift himself over the top of it, so he was sitting on the top of it, his legs at either side...

That was until Osyrus had positioned himself just under the ladder, and such was the height, and un-sturdiness of the ladder, as Osyrus tipped his foot under it, and gave it a small flick to the side, the ladder became to sway, a clutter of screams could be heard from female fans in the arena, as the ladder shook from side to side, until the momentum of it only gave one conclusion.

As the ladder toppled to the side, HAWK managed to keep himself inside the ring, but as he not only bounced off the ropes, it was his left shoulder that took most of the weight, as he fell onto the rope side first as he top rope hooked onto his arm pit, as he then fell to the mat, with his legs hanging outside of the ring, as the ladder flopped around above him, hooked onto the ropes.

The chaos in the ring was shocking, as Osyrus now had the steel chair in his clutches...as he hovered over HAWK, stumbling as he tried to stand still. He pulled HAWK into the middle of the ring, using his left arm, and then turned HAWK over, before lifting the chair into the air...

He looked into HAWK's face...for the first time, he watched a defeated man, and as he threw away the chair, and dropped to his knee and then over HAWK. The referee counted three times, which declared Osyrus as the new ACW World Champion for the second time in his short ACW career.

The ring assistant handed the belt to the ref whom handed the belt to Osyrus, rejecting the hand in the air by the referee, he swiped the belt from the referee, and clutched it with both hands against his head, almost like he was praying to it, but as he began to roll out of the ring, he witnessed the former ACW Champion on the mat, clutching his shoulder in pain as the referee was now attending to him, trying to get some help from the back, which soon came as three EMT's hit the scene with their equipment.

Osyrus looked at his title, and then crowd gasped as he dropped it to the floor, to lash out at the referee with a hard right hand, and then scaring the EMT's from entering the ring as he stood in the center, over HAWK. He was still shaky, and as he looked around the arena, the fans booed and jeered him, and he heard the referee and EMT's telling him to calm down...but soon enough, he grabbed the steel chair, which had earlier been smashed against his skull.

 

"It's going to be over soon enough HAWK..."

 

He pondered what it would be like, to be the main man around here...truly the main man, like he had been promised at the very start of his ACW career and as he looked at the steel chair, and then HAWK's weakened body, he knew that it would happen, if only he was to finish it, here and now.

As the decibel level in the arena reached fever pitch, Osyrus grabbed the chair with both hands, and lifted it to the God's, but a figure appeared from the crowd, jumping over the barricade, the fans nearby screaming at the top of their lungs. The man dove into the ring, and whipped the chair from Osyrus' grasp, just as he was about to bring it down upon HAWK.

And as Osyrus turned around, he received his fate as for the second time that night, the chair was brought down across his skull, as a trickle of blood came from a gash as he fell onto the mat, leaving the lone figure in the ring, standing above the two ACW Champions of recent times.

As one man said that it was time to pass the torch to the younger generations, it was indeed passed, but now, it would be fought over by two men. The new ACW World Champion, for the second time, Osyrus and his latest challenger...

Ivan Coe Unger

FINIS

Winner: New ACW World Champion, Osyrus

Credits

Who? - Ewan
Changing Times - Jerel
Butterflies - Ben
Branson Blair Vs. Brandon Blade - Ben
Messing With The Mind - Ben
Crossing The Line - Ben
T-N-T!  T-N-T!  T-N-T! - George
Prior to End Game - Owen
Geo Vacton Vs. Scott Perry - Scott
Personal - Jae
Arrival - Jay
Dante Inferno Vs. Jason Kain - Ben
The Entrance - Tyler
Friendly Encounter - Jay
Dilly Dawg Vs. fate lingOd - Andy
Meifumado (Road to Hell) - Russ
Nagging Son - Owen
Another Little Trip - Jae
Russa Vs. Julian Kang - Tyler
Lucky Strike - Jae
Alias Vs. Max Douglas - Russ
He Actually Has Fans? - Jerel
Ratings Drop - Jae
Geo Vacton Vs. Jason Kain Vs. Jay Smash - Jay
Merry Smashing Christmas - Jay
ICU(c) Vs. ToK - Owen
Almost there: Minutes away revisited - Jerel
Smooth Talker - Ben
SilverHAWK(c) Vs. Osyrus - Ben