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PREVIOUSLY... As the business of Professional wrestling demises from it's great heights of the mid 90s, it seems to be hitting the smaller federations the hardest and with the most severity. As the bigger federations had problems of their own, including some internal bickering at the very top levels, it seemed that ACW was having some trouble reaching the public and getting it's roster to do the work that was needed of them. As the TNN ratings for ACW were very low, morale and the overall reputation of ACW Television was also declining...but through the mist and the darkness had come a shining light, and that was the man whom now holds the ACW World Heavyweight Title, can it be through him were ACW climbs the Promotional ladder?
Too Harsh?
As Courage was about to air to whomever was watching now
a days, the three main men in ACW
today, sat, locked away from the rest of the World somewhere in the
arena. They had
things to discuss and many of those things were so important to the
future of this promotion, that
the show would have to wait for them to be dealt with... There was a clear split in the top of ACW about how
things were being run currently, as Dunn and
Boyd sat on one side of the oak desk, and the majority owner sat
opposite them, with his shades in front of him, along with a few pieces
of paper work. The main bickering of the trio was about wrestler to
staff interaction. Dunn and Boyd had a respect for these men who would
go out there every night, Winters treated them as cattle, cattle that he
could use and then put out to pasture when he was done. "I would like to welcome both of you to this meeting
here today" Winters opened, "there will be no minutes taken, so I think that we should
just get on with this shall we?" "Sure." "No problem." "OK, next week is the first of the house shows, and I
left you two with a sheet to see just whom is going to be
facing who at the first show, have you got it finished?" "Erm..." Dunn handed Winters a piece of paper...which was blank. "What's going on Dunn?" "The fact of the matter is this Ethan, the wrestlers
aren't happy with you and your demands. Most of them say that they are
not going to show up at the house show, and if they do, it's not going
to be a full effort as they simply don't want to do it..." "Firstly,
every single wrestler
will be there, and if
they aren't there, then
there contract will be
frozen and they will be
suspended without a pay
for a year, but what if I gave them extra bonuses to do the work?" "I think that you would have to give them some series
cash to work these shows..." Ethan sighed, he was being reasonable here. "Listen to me here guys, TNN are up my ass with this
ratings bullshit and now the wrestlers are pushing me about like a
nobody. Listen to me, I'm being nice here and I'll give them the
bonuses, but if any of these idiot wrestlers piss me about like this
again, I'll be signing checks...after I break the contracts!" As Ethan stormed out he left Dunn and Boyd in the room
alone... "He is gonna drive them out..." Boyd sighed. "I Know..."
He’s
Here
Courage
opened up with a
cameraman running in the
back with his camera on
his shoulder. The man
quickly focused the
camera on two smashed
cars outside the arena
as one had rammed into
the other. One of the
cars was a dodge viper
2003 that had an unknown
owner, but the other was
no surprise. It belonged
to Ivan and he was
stepping out of
it.
As the pyro and the rest of the pizzazz was finished
with, it was time for the usual opening speech by Winters, but the fans
didn't see him appear on the stage, like he normally did. Instead, they groaned as Winters appeared on the
Tron at the head of the set, but he
was anything but happy, and that gave the fans a little joy, plus he was
not right in front of them, stinking the place up, so two pluses and one
negative would do them. "Fans of ACW...enjoy your week break? Na...me neither. I'm sorry to say that last week's "incident" with TNN
was completely out of my hands, and it was really in YOURS. You see...if you
little thief's would stop with the illegal hook ups on PPV's, then many
TNN would have been a little less harsh as they said ACW had no market
value, but they are wrong oh so wrong! I did my calculations, and I got
an unofficial buy rate that was actually higher than Survivor Series
this week, I can't think of the rate off the top of my head, but it was
big!" Bullshit. "Anyway, for those of us able to scrounge out for a
programme, they would have seen that tonight starts the US Title
Tournament, and I have to say, the quality of the matches should be very
good tonight, and I'm hoping that most of you will go home and tell
everyone you know about ACW and they can tell their friends and they can
tell theirs and so on. To make things short...watch ACW, and make up a wealthy
company, and then we can sign Goldberg.
Speaking of money...this week was a good financial week for me, as some of my lazy assignee's broke their contracts, and they will now be sued by yours truly. I'm sorry but you cannot go around signing multi-million dollar contracts and then piss off 3 months into it, therefore, the wrestlers who you have recently seen drop off the face of ACW, will be receiving a small letter through their door, and then they will shit their pants...Haha...I have the best lawyers in Miami, the money is as good as in my accounts! Moving on...breakOUT was a mixed event. For one I got rid of three wasters, in ERA, KaGe and Teddy Legend, but on the other hand, the single most talented wrestler on the Planet was beaten by a pure fluke...but I don't really want to talk about it, as I'm sure Jones will want to talk all about it later on tonight. What else is there to say? Osyrus will get his title back, I have no doubts about that, I guarantee it actually, that shows you how sure I am of his talents...and as for HAWK, he better keep that title close, because come the next PPV, he will not only lose his title, but his livelihood!"
I
HATE YOU!
There was a lot of tension in the room, visible even on TV. Scott Perry's face
hung low, his day had already been terrible having tripped over that sign and
fallen into that manhole, then there was the box incident but there's no need to
pick him apart. He obviously didn't want to be there, but he went anyway just
to not be the "bad guy." Perry sat back down and jerked the chair back quite a few inches with his force.
He looked up at the clock. "Where in the hell is this guy?"
Pass The Torch
BreakOut was supposed to be the turning point in ACW…it
was a time where ACW would make that sharp right hand turn, taking it
off that path of mediocrity and straight into greatness. A greatness
that Winters, Dunn and Boyd collectively knew was possible with their
continuing growing roster. But also, BreakOut was home to a lot of
unexpected surprises that night. The new faces finally making their way onto ACW’s
television airwaves; the successful title defense of ICU, in a match
that was clearly favoring his opponent…but two of the most shocking
revelations to occur in ACW were Winter’s address to the roster about
new changes that were going to happen very soon, in addition to the
young, angry superstar Osyrus being bested by the long time ACW veteran,
and new World Heavyweight Champion… SilverHAWK! SilverHAWK had proved to himself and the world that he
was right all along about Osyrus’ current title reign as footage from
Breakout was shown on the bigSCREEN to the live audience… HAWK
reaching up and claiming his long awaited prize. The screen started to turn blood red. The former champion arose from the spot, where he had
laid handcuffed on the roof of the third cage. He pushed the new
champion off of the top, bouncing off the metal bars and mesh before
landing face down on the first cage. As Osyrus looked down at HAWK, he
sniggered. To Slowly Kill a Legend? Those were the final words that appeared when BreakOut
went off the air two weeks ago… Would HAWK seek his revenge tonight on ACW’s return to
TNN? The lights in the arena stated to dim. Lights of all
kinds slowly fading, as a flashes of a woman’s naked body was shown on
the bigSCREEN. “Rape me…” The surrendering voice of Kurt Cobain was heard singing
as a soft guitar riff played in the background. “Rape me, my friend… Rape me… Rape me again…” Then suddenly the arena was filled with flashing red
strobe lights, tremendous clashing of drums and strumming of guitars as
“Rape Me” by Nirvana played over the P.A system. The crowd looked up
at the entrance to see who was making their way out to the ring. TNN
censors were probably having a fit, trying to cancel out the word
“rape” every time Cobain yelled it out loud painfully. The entrance way lights right in front of the curtain
turned red as well as the former ACW world champion plowed his way
through curtain. The crowd jeered and boo'd within seeing the man in
seconds, as Osyrus retorted their boos with the biggest smile ACW fans
had ever seen. The former champ made his way down the ramp, sliding in
the ring, calling for the microphone as it was handed to him by the ring
announcer. Osyrus stood in the center of the ring for a second as his
new theme died down, but jeers still going strong. He rose the stick closer to his mouth, fans quieting
down, eagerly waiting his thoughts about the PPV… “Rape… that’s the first thing that comes to mind
when I think about what happened at the PPV.” The camera panned around the venue, shocked expressions
on the faces of the fans in attendance. “Yeah, you heard right. I was violated a few days by
one old, egotistical bastard named SilverHAWK.” A loud pop erupted as the mere mention of the new
champion’s name was said. “But you know what, that’s not why I am smiling…
This grin on my face is because I knew SilverHAWK couldn’t survive
this match. I knew that he was too old and wasn’t physical ready for
what I had in store for him…” Clips of Osyrus’ spots during the
BreakOut Pay per view were shown on the screen as Osyrus admired his
work.“…And now even though I stand here before you as your former
champion, I still know that I put the first nail in the coffin of that
son of a bitch HAWK. You all know better than anyone behind that curtain,
that Osyrus is the future of All Star Championship Wrestling… Not
HAWK!” Chants of "shut the fuck up" could be heard in
the distance as Osyrus’ smile slowly faded away. “You know that no
one can dominate me in this ring, and every time you hear that theme
playing around the world… it’ my way of taunting people to try and
get a piece of ‘the personification of talent’; ‘the shooter’…
Osyrus!” The fans attention turned from Osyrus to the bigSCREEN
as SilverHAWK arrived to the arena, hobbling on one leg. Osyrus began to laugh in the center of the ring as he
slowly moved closer to the ring ropes, watching SilverHAWK struggling
backstage to move about. “That’s what I am talking about right
there… you see that old piece of shit hobbling like a 70 year old man?
You really want him to represent a young company like ACW? If SilverHAWK
knew what was good for him, he would pass the torch to me. Like Hogan to the Rock in the WWE, Ric Flair to Sting in
WCW and Shane Douglas to Tazz in ECW…it’s time that ACW makes me
their flagship superstar.” Osyrus takes a pause as the footage of HAWK
leaves the screen. “And if they don’t, then I will just have to take
the title won’t I?” “Rape Me” by Nirvana play again as Osyrus leaves the
ring side arena.
The crowd was pumped up to see the first match in the US Title Tournament
tonight between "The Attitude" Max Douglas and Geo Vacton. The crowd gave a
respectable roar as "Raw" by Staind pumped through the speaker system and
Douglas power-walked down to the ring, giving the crowd a few solid glances and
snarling at some signs for his opponent or others. He tore through the ring
ropes and circled the ring halfway before stopping and kicking the bottom rope
with the heel of his boot. Douglas prepared to hit Vacton with a clothesline, but Vacton
ducked. Douglas turned around and was met with a smooth kick to the face.
Douglas spattered to one knee and spitted out some saliva. Vacton heard the
crowd roar, but didn't acknowledge them just yet. He locked up with Douglas.
Vacton had the advantage of being on top, but Douglas overpowered him and used
him for leverage to stand up and hook on a vertical suplex.
Vacton ducked and got behind him. He wrapped his arms around his frame and
flipped him over his head. Vacton then toke a few dramatic steps to the ropes
and leaned into them, waiting for Douglas to stand. Douglas stood up and met
Vacton's elbow and stumbled back. Vacton through Douglas into the turnbuckles
and mounted himself on top of him. While preparing himself for a high-risk
move, Douglas wrapped him arms around Vacton's legs and through him to the mat.
Douglas stood up on the top rope, somewhere he's not used to being, and came
down with a tremendous thud onto the mat as Vacton rolled away. Vacton, surprised at his resilience, shot
back to the ropes and charged on Douglas with a clothesline heard around the
arena. The crowd cheered as Vacton skipped over Douglas' body and ascended
to the top rope. Geo perched himself up on top waiting for Douglas to rise.
Douglas stood up and shaked off the effects of the drop kick followed the
clothesline and twirled around. Vacton leaped off the top rope and connected
with a hurricanranna. Geo twirled Douglas around for a second and then sent him
over his head onto the mat. The Vacton fan's the audience began cheering the
chant made famous in Twenty-First Century Wrestling.. Geo turned around and
was immediately hoisted into the air in a gorilla press. He kicked his feet and
waved his hands, but it was no use. Douglas fully extended his arms and twirled
Geo around like a baby before throwing him with full force onto the mat. Vacton
withered in pain as Douglas looked into the eyes of the crowd, taunting them.
He then shaked the rope like Geo had, and pointed up, and then down. He scooped
up Geo and threw him onto the second turnbuckle.
Vacton fought back with quite a few good hits of his own, and shoved him off.
Douglas grabbed Geo by the back of his shirt and prepared to literally throw him
across the ring, but Geo put his legs up on the second rope and spun himself
around in a 360 degree fashion getting himself loose and allowing him to get
"The Attitude" off his feet. Vacton picked Douglas up and slapped him across
the chest. Then again, and again, and again, and again. Vacton skidded on the mat, and turned around to charge at him
again. Douglas ducked his clothesline. Vacton skidded once more, kicked
Douglas in the stomach, hooked his head in a DDT position and yelled out
something inaudible to the crowd. The crowd went wild as Geo spun him around in
a cross-cutter type move, completing the GEOCIDE, his trademark finisher! 1... 2... 3! Vacton hooked Douglas's leg and got the win. Vacton
paced around the ring and gave a friendly grin the crowd, just as he had done
when he started the match. Douglas rose to his feet and shuck his head. Vacton
walked over to Douglas and held out his hand to shake it. Douglas looked at
Vacton oddly, and then shuck his hand, much to the delight of the crowd.
Douglas and Vacton both left the ring in different directions and headed up the
ramp, the crowd still cheering.
Winner: Geo Vacton
Stop the Wrist
Cutting
I pounded on the door of Winter's office, to be welcomed with a "Come in". I
twisted the oval doorknob and stepped into a room of stale Cuban cigar smell
and the taste in my mouth of imported beer. "You wanted to see me?" I asked
as he motioned me to sit down, and I did so. I slipped into a trance-like state and mumbled, "It was an accident. We had
some misjudgments and miscalculations. It won't happen again sir."
Shoulders Of Giants
It was not what you would call the entry of all entries,
but as HAWK was greeted backstage by numerous superstars, he knew that
the day was not for a celebration, but instead observation. There were no streamers, no ticker tape, no
balloons, and no party atmosphere, but HAWK didn't need that to know
that the rest of the ACW workers were happy with last Sunday's result. His night was simple. Interview at the end of the show, that had even been
granted by Winters of all people, in the end he knew that HAWK was in no
fit state to fight for his title, and neither was Osyrus more that likely, so Winters
had decided to give them an extra week off. It wasn't good business
anyway to have your two biggest stars fight a half match when he could
easily build it up for 5 weeks and have them battle it out at another
PPV. HAWK sat in his dressing room, a few of the vets were
around, smoking, drinking, looking at the belt, talking about the old
times etc. It was great. Since the start of the new era, HAWK had never felt
comfortable. The new generation were away from him, figuratively speaking, he
never could replace them with the guys that were in his locker at that
moment in time. Sure he would interact with them, but he felt like a
cast away, and he would only be happy when he would hang around with the
bookers, and the staff at ACW, not the wrestlers. he was above the
"boys". "Hey HAWK...what's all this about you getting our
jobs back?" The room quieten down as Razor talked to HAWK a lot
louder than he had wanted. HAWK looked up at all the faces around him,
and smiled... "Guys, I've got a meeting with Winters
tonight, and it's gonna be about giving all of you guys a shot at
some sort of ring time during the house shows...now I'm not guarantying
anything, but maybe it go on further after that." As the room stirred, most of the occupants of the
room were now sitting down, thinking about HAWK's proposal. "What about this Osyrus guy HAWK? You going
to forget about him?" "I don't think I'll be able to John. Osyrus
will take care of himself I'm sure, I'm positive he'll be wanting
his rematch at the next PPV, so be it...but tonight I'm gonna have
this meeting and then an interview at the end of the show, and
then I'm away home. I'm through with making threats and making
trouble with other guys. If Osyrus wants a shot ay my title, he
can come and fucking get it." Razor got to his feet and tapped HAWK in the
shoulder...a shoulder that bore the weight of a federation, and now the
fate of a group of experiences grapplers...who just wanted a chance to
show that they had.
'Not Over' by The Full Nine begins to be played through
out the arena sound system as the former Titans of Wrestling and fEar
Wrestling superstar makes his way from backstage out onto the entrance
ramp. He slowly makes his way to the ring and nonchalantly steps into
the ring to await the newcomer Brandon Blade. Winner:
Brandon Blade
World Peace
With his first match over Brandon moves along the
ring floor towards the commentary booth and grabs a microphone.
First Impressions
The atmosphere was unbelievable and Branson took it all in. He had finally reached the big time. All-Star
Championship Wrestling had finally given him the opportunity that
he longed for. Today Branson would become an ACW Superstar.
The Meeting
It had seemed like a long time since the fan base of ACW had seen the young man known as Julian Kang. Kang sat in his locker room. He was running his hands through his brown hair. He stood up and took down the South Korean flag from the wall where it was hanging. His lips opened slowly and a soft sound came from them.
Welcome To
Smashville
Two weeks ago...Jay Smash stepped into an ACW arena, and
one week ago, Jay Smash joined. Now, tonight, Jay Smash will set foot
into the ACW ring, for the first time, as he makes his way to the
top...Now you watch...Now you pray...Now you get ready for the New
Disease...
It had been
a rare commodity in ACW, for the former uKw star Russa to enter the ring
in ACW action, but as both Russa and Wombat Guerrera stood on opposite
sides of the ACW ring, they both knew that this was going to be a big
match in their careers. Wombat had
had a taste of the big time, when he took part in the Courage Main Event
prior to breakOut again Osyrus, and he loved it. Russa had had success
in other federations, and he wanted to continue the Gold trend in his
new work place. Being in a
Tournament was a hard thing to become motivated for, as you really had
no connection with the man you were facing. He was not a nemesis to you,
he was just a man that stood in your way from the next round. This was
not going to be an easy match for the fans either, as both of these men
had got slightly "over" with the crowd before the bell rang,
but as it did, all of the thoughts of both wrestlers exited their minds,
as they focused on purely getting past this early stage in the
competition. As the duo hooked up, it was the speedy Wombat Guerrera who
pulled a fast one to lock on an arm bar to Russa, as he then pushed him
face first into the ring corner and then drop kicked him in the small of
Russa's back, as he bounced of the turnbuckle and then rebounded into
the arms of the Luchador. As Wombat
side stepped Russa as he came rebounding back from the turnbuckle, he
then took him down to the mat with a reverse bulldog and then looked for
the quick win in the match. 1... 2... Kickout. Russa
thrusted his right arm up as Wombat then got to his feet and pulled him
up with him. As Wombat pushed Russa to the ropes and then attempted a clothesline,
Russa ducked it and then bounced off the other side of the ropes, but as
he turned around he was smacked with a hard right hand to the face,
which sent Russa toppling over the top rope and onto the mat below. The fans
grew in noise as Wombat jumped up to the top rope, Rob Van Dam like and
then body splashed the former uKw hardcore champion on the mat, as both
men lay on the edge of the ramp, looking winded. As both of the
competitors got to their feet once again, they began to exchange right
hands, which Russa finally got the better of Wombat and kneed him in the
gut, before throwing him into the railing to his left hand side. The fans
didn't boo him, they knew that this needed to be done, but they didn't
like to see Wombat being flung about like that. Russa
pulled Wombat's mask to raise him to his feet, and then decided to
suplex him into the start of the metal ramp, which he did so. The
referee then got in Russa's face and told him to either get this back in
the ring or we would count them both out...therefore, Russa picked up
the Mexican and through him back into the ring. Russa
climbed back into the ring and then pushed Wombat, who had got to his
feet, into the corner of the ring, and then proceeded to kick him in the
mid section before whipping him to the other corner of the ring. As Wombat
bounced off the turnbuckle, Russa kicked him in the stomach and then
slammed him to the mat with a Gutwrench suplex, and then covered,
looking to advance. 1... 2... Kickout by
Wombat. The fiery
Mexican managed to kickout using his leg power, but he was soon pulled
to his feet once again, as Russa softened him up a little more with some
hard and swift right hands to the side of Wombat's face, before he
pulled him to the middle of the ring and looked to powerbomb the little
luchador, but as Russa was at the top of the move, as Wombat was on his
shoulders, the luchador spun around and then both men toppled to the
ground as Wombat his Russa with a hurricanranna. As both men
lay on the mat, the crowd clapped after a great reversal by Wombat
Guerrera, as Wombat and Russa more or less got to their feet at the same
instance, a missed right hook by Russa gave Wombat a chance to
capitalize. As Wombat
pushed Russa to the ropes, face first, Russa then held onto the ropes as
Wombat rolled back into the center of the ring, and as Russa came
running at him, he monkey flipped him. Russa was
furious, he got to his feet and instantly rushed to Wombat, who then hit
him with a really nice calf kick, which sent Russa bouncing off the mat
and then holding onto his jaw as he rose to his feet. Wombat then tried
to kick Russa in the stomach, Russa caught his leg and then spun him
around and delivered a stunning DDT! Moments
passed were the crowd didn't know what was going to unfold, but as Russa
placed his arm over Wombat... 1... 2.. 3! NO! Wombat got
up at the very last moment...the referee even made the count. Russa
couldn't believe it. Russa
picked Wombat to his feet and punched him to the corner of the ring,
before mounting him on top of the top rope, as he looked for the
superplex...but Wombat punched Russa in the face and then held onto his
head, tornado ddt! NO As Wombat
turned around a looked to go down, Russa kept him in the air...and put
him on his feet, it was almost matrix style as Russa booted Wombat
square in the stomach, and then picked him up from the side, like a Gutwrench
powerbomb except reversed, he then pulled the luchador up, and hit an
inverted Piledriver! 1... 2... 3! It was
over, Russa had progressed, and as he rolled out of the ring, Wombat
could only look on...seeing three Russa's at the one time, this wasn't a
good night for a little Mexican. Winner:
Russa
Making
Sense of Things
The
camera cut to a scene
taken inside the ring as
an interviewer appeared
to be sitting with Jason
Kain and Jade Greene in
front of the audience in
the arena.
Kain wasn’t
wearing his mask and
Jade was sitting next to
him, with a cutesy grin
on her face.
The interviewer
started with his segment
looking at Kain and Jade
with a notebook in his
hand, and a pen in the
other. “Does
this look like a passing
moment?
Listen, we were
together in ukw if any
of you recall…
it was just a bit
more odd that they had
put it into some
ridiculous storyline
involving an old student
of mine.
Back then it
seemed as if it were
just a gimmick to put us
over.
It wasn’t just
a gimmick, though…
and we had stayed
together through thick
and thin there, and I’m
hoping that we do here
as well.” "It's
beyond me how people
such as yourself, can
put faith in a
fictitious man that was
the concept of a few men
millennia ago. Kain, you
say that God brought you
out of a
"rut"? How so?
Look at yourself Kain,
you are the
personification of
ugliness." The
crowd stirred as he
topic was beginning to
get a little heavy. "Dante,
I think you better have
a look in the
mirror." "True,
but at least I know that
I am ugly, and that I
don't have to hide
myself from the clutches
of depression by sliding
a mask on my face.
People have to begin to
speak their own mind, phrases
such as "God works
in mysterious ways"
really begin to piss me
off, as these are just
placing a cover over
traumatic
experiences...when my
mother died, I was told
later on that it was
God's will. God's Will?
He would want a 6 year
old boy to live his
whole live without
knowing his mother? He
would want a man to grow
angry with his life and
God himself, and begin
to destroy people? No.
My mother is
dead...plain and simple,
it was not God's will or
anyone else's. The same
with you Kain, God never
rescued you from
anything, all he did was
give himself the credit
for whatever you have
done...dammit people
think for yourselves. As Kain pout the mic to his mouth, Jade motioned for him to stop...and she spoke. "Dante, what are you doing here? Preaching your religion?" Dante laughed. "Religion...religion is for the weak my dear...such as yourselves. I don't need a group of rules to show me how to live my life, but if you want to show me how to live my life, why don't you show me what your boyfriend has got? I think I'm...undefeated here in ACW...and in life, do you want to step up?" As Jade was about to stop him...but Kain blurted out, "You're on!", to her dismay... "It's a date..." Dante stated, as he laughed, walking to the back of the arena.
Shoulders Of Giants
Pt 2
There was no knock at the door, because quiet
frankly, Winters didn't deserve one in HAWK's opinion. HAWK burst through the door and then slammed it
shut, Winters sat at his desk going over some paper work, as the
force of the door brushed them all over the office, to his
aggravation.
HAWK
sat down, and then
slammed his title in
front of him, a true
sign of disrespect and a
message for Winters.
HAWK placed his feet
upon his desk...he could
have pissed all over his
table too, but Winters
got the message. "What do you want HAWK? I thought you would
be having some sort of parade at my expense after last Sunday's
fluke. Might I just say, how was the trip from the top to the
bottom?" "Sorry to disappoint you Winters, I'm afraid, I,
unlike your boy O have a little bit more class than that. I'm here
to discuss business...and business only." "You? Business? HAHA, don't make me laugh
HAWK" "Get your finger out of your ass and listen
to what I have to say...prick. I'm hearing around the wrestling grapevine that
you are having a few problems getting names for the upcoming house
shows...I have no idea why that would be, or whom told half of the
roster not to sign up, but that doesn't matter now does it?" "Why you..." "Shut the fuck up. I have a group of 6
wrestlers, who will wrestle for you in the house shows,
guaranteed, and they will wrestle any other dates you wish, as
long as they get a decent pay that is." "How much?" "Enough. So if I can get these 6 guys to come
to the house shows, along with whoever else turns up, can they
wrestle?" "Who are they?" "ACW employee's." "Who? ICU? Perry? Dilly? Who?" "Guys like that yeah..." HAWK leaned forward, as he didn't know how many
more BS answers he could give, so he had to try and rap this up
quickly. "DO WE HAVE A DEAL?" HAWK asked more or
less in Winters' face. "Yeah...bring them to the house shows and
I'll book them. Just write their names down here so I can put them
in matches with one another for the house show...do you want to
fight one of them?" "Na, just book me against one of your
jobbers, that Osyrus guy is free I think. Winters...I hope that you are beginning to learn a
little about this business. Sure you can fuck people over easily,
but they can fuck you over just as much. Listen to Dunn and Boyd
man, at the end of the day they are the ones that could help you,
HELP YOU. Don't be a total fucking retard and try and do this all
on your own...Jesus, Paul Heyman could do a better business job
than you are currently." As HAWK picked up HIS title, and dangled it in
front of the owners face, he smiled and then left. He left a piece of paper
on his end of the desk, with
the 6 wrestlers names on it. As Winters slid it over to him and
looked down. "Razor, Jimmy Gonz, Alf
Holland, "The Ballbreaker" Terry Moeller,
John Sanchez and Fonzi Barthello." "THAT BASTARD!"
Who
the Fuck…
The ACW fans were already impressed what has transpired
on Courage just one week after BreakOut. They have seen many of the ACW
stars in action here tonight but they have not seen the true effects of
what has transpired of BreakOut.
The camera panned around the arena as eXistenZ walked through the curtain to his music. He looked around as the crowd did a slight cheer, then walked to the ring and climbed in. He hopped a bit, the lifted his hands over his head, and the crowd popped. 1… 2… 3… eXi climbed to his feet, but fell back to the mat dizzy. 4… 5… 6… 7… eXi stood up again, and rolled into the ring before the 9 count, but Kain laid in a hard stomp to his back. Kain pulled him to his feet, hooked the head and pulled him over in a half-belly suplex, and went for the cover. 1… 2… KICKOUT!!! eXi pulled whatever he had left
for that kickout and it showed as he didn’t get back to his feet at
all. Kain yanked him back to
his feet, and planted him with the full-nelson bulldog Electric Slide.
The crowd started chanting “Shock Him, Shock Him!” and Kain
obliged hooking the Winner: Jason Kain via Submission
Negotiations
The show comes
back from a commercial of the ACW's
Shop zone. As this grand show
goes to the annoying Tony, this manager with no client and no purpose to be in
ACW. It's pretty damn sad to watch. Tony is talking on his cell phone, and
for once he has a smile on his plain face. "Oh thank you so much old friend... I think Winters will be very happy to hear I finally have a client. It's
about damn time. You know what? I think you will.
Hello, are you there?" Tony says though the phone. As he hangs the phone up he just takes a deep
breath and leans back to the wall behind him. He looks to the left of him and
Ethan Winters' office is beside him, but who is this man he
was talking to?
It was now time for the main event of the evening. The show had been action packed and full of excitement up until this point. The United States title tournament had gotten underway and would continue with the main event. The two competitors weren't familiar with each other and really didn't care. To them this was just another match serving as a stepping stone in their career. A stepping stone to something better. With that said and done it was time to get the main event started. "Things that make you go hmm..." by C&C Music Factory hit the loud speakers and the fans in attendance responded with a small chorus of boos. Most fans had no idea who the music belonged to but some were smart enough to realize it was none other then Scott Perry's music. After a few seconds of the song playing Scott Perry made his way out from behind the entrance curtain much to the displeasure of the crowd. He was greeted with heartfelt boos and jeers from the intense crowd. After shrugging off the boos Perry continued his way down the entrance ramp and slide under the bottom rope of the ring. He abruptly stood up and did a click glance around the arena. He knew it was time to prove himself in his first match in ACW and he wasn't going to disappoint. He made his way over to his corner to wait for his opponent for the evening. "Otherworld" by Nobou Uemetsu started up on the loud speakers and the fans again turned to boos and jeers. This time it was for the man known as fate ling0d. The man that had violently attacked Dilly Dawg in previous weeks and had been wreaking havoc all over ACW. It was time for him to step up to the plate and go at it in the ring. He made his way out from behind the curtain much to the displeasure of the crowd just like Perry. Fate ignored the crowd and zoned in on Scott Perry who was waiting hesitantly for him in the ring. Fate quickly strolled down the entrance ramp and up the ring steps. He stood on the ring apron for a few seconds staring down Scott Perry. After he was done intimidating his opponent he quickly entered the ring and went to his corner. It was time to rumble and both men knew it. The ref signaled for the bell to get the main event underway. As soon as the bell rang Scott Perry charged at fate ling0d to try for the early upper hand. Perry attempted a clothesline but fate ling0d ducked and delivered a spinning right fist to the face of Scott Perry. Perry battles back with a shot of his own to the bigger man known as fate ling0d. Both men exchanged blows for a few seconds until fate ling0d gained the upper hand and delivered a knee shot to the gut of Scott Perry. With Perry bent over fate ling0d tried to capitalize and attempted the Set Path to Destruction but Perry blocked the move. Perry fires back with a right hand to the face of fate ling0d once again. After gaining some separation from his opponent Perry bounces off the ropes and delivers a forearm shot to the face of fate ling0d. Seeing the move barely phase his opponent Perry bounced off the ropes once again and attempted another forearm shot but fate ling0d moved out of the way and delivered a neck breaker to Perry. Fate goes for the quick pin to end the match and the ref gets down to make the count. 1... 2... No! Scott Perry kicks out before the count of three. It was still too early in the match for Perry to stay down for the three count. Fate responds by standing up and laying in to Perry's side a few times with his boot. After a few boot shots fate ling0d picks up Perry and whips him in to the ropes. Fate delivers a dropkick to the chest of Scott Perry as he bounces off the ropes and sends him to the outside of the ring. Perry tumbles down to the concrete floor at ringside and lays there for a few seconds. Fate just stands in the ring awaiting for his opponent to get up or be counted out. The ref begins the mandatory ten count as Perry lays on the ground. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Perry begins to stir from his prone position on the concrete floor. 6... 7... Perry makes it up to his feet and walks over to the ring apron resting on it for a second. 8... Perry quickly slides back under the bottom rope and in to the ring. He stood up and was greeted with a dropkick to the face once again. This time knocking him in to the ropes and then falling down to the canvas in the ring. Fate followed up the dropkick by delivering an elbow smash to the ribs of Scott Perry. He stood back up and climbed up the nearby turnbuckle to the second turnbuckle and dove off with a knee smash in to the ribs of Scott Perry. Fate got back to his feet and picked up Scott Perry and delivered a quick scoop slam sending Perry right back to the canvas. Fate climbs the nearby turnbuckle once again and flies off with a splash landing right on Perry's rib area. Perry clutched his ribs in pain as Fate stood up and observed the damaged he just caused. After a few seconds of standing there Fate continued his assault by picking up Perry and delivering a dropkick to the rib area of Perry causing him to stumble backwards a bit. Fate then got back to his feet quickly and charged at Perry delivering a massive spear to the ribs of Scott Perry. After the spear Fate took his time getting up and once he did so started delivering knee drops to the ribs of Scott Perry. After a few more rib shots he picked up Perry and threw him in to the corner. After laughing at Perry for a few seconds Fate started drilling his shoulder in to the ribs of Perry to further the damage already done. After three shoulder shots to the ribs Fate let Perry fall to the canvas in pain. Fate looked around the ring and the arena and saw that most of the fans were booing him. He really didn't care because he was out there doing what he did best, kicking ass. He knew it was almost time to swoop in for the kill and he knew it would only be a matter of minutes before his hand was raised in victory. Time to continue the assault. Fate picked up Perry once more and delivered a backbreaker to further injure the ribs of Perry. Fate got back to his feet and climbed the nearby turnbuckle once again and flew off again with a knee drop to the ribs of Scott Perry. After that Fate decided it was time to stop toying with his opponent. It was time to end it. Fate picked up Perry and delivered the Fate's Demise, his version of the DVD. He could've ended it there but he decided to make sure the kill was his. Fate picked up Perry one more time and hooked his head, he quickly delivered the Set Path to Destruction. His version of the Evenflow DDT. As Perry's head slammed in to the canvas Fate knew it was over. So he quickly rolled his opponent over and covered him. The ref got down to make the count. 1... 2... 3! The ref signaled for the bell as fate ling0d's hand was raised in victory. He gave a quick smirk to the crowd and exited the ring. His mission of destruction was accomplished for the night. It was time to go home and prepare for his next battle. Until then it was quietness. Winner: fate ling0d via Pin
Police Escort
A night of pure chaos has emerged right before are
very eyes. With the first incident coming early, as Ivan showed up
in a depraved fashion. Taking his rented car and smashing it
straight into another. Without caring he didn’t even think to do
anything different. Either there was someone in the other car or
there wasn’t. Either there was someone going to the hospital or
there wasn’t. Luckily no one was in the car and no one was
seriously injured, not even Ivan. With that came the fallow up of
the aggravated assault and now the cavalry has arrived.
Mind Games
The fans began to chant his name, they had looked
at the time, there was not much left of the coveted two hour show,
so that only left one thing, and that was the SilverHAWK
interview. As they chanted and stamped their feet on the ground,
their attention was given to the Tron once again that evening, as
highlights from the Triple Cage match were shown to Incubus'
"Wish You Were Here". As gasps and woo's came from the crowd, the Tron
changed, to a picture of the world title, and then HAWK's face, as
a huge explosion changed the music to "seek'n'destroy"
as HAWK's que was given. The fans rose to their feet as HAWK brushed past
the curtain, with the ACW World Title slung over his shoulder as
he walked down to the ring, brushing hands with fans and posing
for pictures as he through the belt into the ring, which almost
hit the interviewer, Joey Sellars, and he then perched himself on
each top turnbuckle, posing with the title belt. As things calmed down, as Sellars passed HAWK a
microphone, they had to wait until the fans calmed down as they
shouted HAWK's name at the top of their lungs repeatedly, apart
from the Osyrus fan that is. "HAWK...just before breakOUT, I interviewed
Osyrus for the ACW website, and when asked for his opinion on you,
he answered with a typical, egotistical answer. "The old man
can't beat me." OH how you proved him wrong." "You see, Osyrus has to realise something,
the boy is green. How long has he been in this business, a year?
and yes he has won a number of titles, but you gotta look at those
titles and see if they mean anything. First ever X Wrestling X
Champion and X wrestling Tag team champion, with KaGe. Decent, but
what is the X Champion?? Xtreme? Extremely shit? What? He has won International titles in NeWave, TV
Titles in BWA, he has won Whammy's, and Tag Titles in fEar, but I
gotta say, none of them jump out at me as a great deal. Sure he
has been around a lot, "whore" comes to mind, but when
it comes down to the nitty-gritty, he can't handle it. Again, who
has he faced for the ACW World Title? SDL? Wombat Guerrera? No
offense to Bat, but he's a luchador, not a heavyweight. When it
came down to it, Osyrus couldn't beat me in wrestling, he could
only BEAT me, and that was with my back turned to him." "HAWK, as a member of the Older Generation of
ACW, you have surprised a lot of people with being able to keep up
against these younger guys, what do you say to the people who
doubted you?" "I say they were right, hell, I doubted
myself a few times down the road, but you have to realise who I've
defeated here in ACW. ICU and Osyrus have now been slain by
myself, those are your top two guys supposedly. I had to have two
matches on the same night to be beat by ERA, and then he still had
to have Winters and Osyrus by his side to finish the job. It just
goes to show..." HAWK was then interrupted, as the lights in the
arena dimmed and the Tron lit up, sirens were heard, and murmurs
from a ground whom were all gathered around something. As the
camera parted the group, it looked down to witness a man in a bloody
mess. His head was busted open and a crimson mask covered his face
as he tried to get up, but to no avail. EMT's rushed to his side
and pushed his head down to the ground, incase of any spinal
damage in what had happened to him. As the fans watched the action take place, they
seen a figure rush past them, as HAWK made his way up the ramp and
through the curtain. As the camera turned from the crowd, they
seen HAWK run towards the mob. "Razor...Razor." As he ran towards Razor, he looked at the EMT's as
they packed him into a stretcher and then onto an ambulance, HAWK
held his hands on his head and looked around as many familiar
faces looked around worried, but as his mind wondered, his eyes
were fixated on a figure. He was cast in black, but you could see
him smiling as he wondered back into the darkness. Leaving HAWK to
think to himself and put two and two together... "Osyrus..."
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