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November
From
The Bradley Centre,
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Introduction
From day one, ACW has
always been pulling itself back more than moving forward, and usually,
any steps forward were followed by two steps backwards, but now this is
going to change.
For weeks now,
Winters has moaned and challenged people to come to ACW and join his roster
to show exactly what they are made of,
and it seems to be working, as he is collected a few gems in the ACW
roster, and he knows it, even if he doesn't acknowledge it.
With his small
nucleus of wrestlers, the main core being the ACW Champion, Osyrus and
his nemesis SilverHAWK, the future is looking bright for the one time
stock exchange expert, and with other names coming into the frame,
Winters knows that he is on to a winner, even if he does have to pull
and cut a few strings among the way.
You just have to make
sure that you're string...stays in one piece.
Friend
or Foe,
the First Part of
The wind
was cold as it fought with Dante's duffel coat as he barged his way into
the arena, as the doors also resisted him as the wind took control of
them as well. The cold usually didn't affect him, like most things, but
today was different, he felt...vulnerable.
He never
felt vulnerable.
Dante had
made his debut in devastating fashion only a few weeks prior to this
event, since that he has been welcomed with open arms into Winters INC,
yet he has yet to compete in an actual match, are people too scared?
"Dante,
hold up..."
Dante
turned 360 degrees to see eXi jog up to him, half ready for his match
with Jason Kain, which was about to come up in the next 20 or so
minutes.
"Listen
man, I don't want any bad feelings from what went on at reVenge, and last
week...how about we shake on it?"
eXistenZ
extended his hand, to have it ignored by Dante who took a few steps
forward as he walked by the cruiserweight.
"Let me
warn you before you get yourself in any deeper than you already are with
me, don't try to make friends with me, it will do more damage than good.
Trust Me. So I think the best things that you could do, is just
walk away...I hurt my friends just as much as I do my enemies."
"You don't
want to be friends with me?"
Dante
sniggered as he turned around once again.
"Don't take
it personally...I have no friends, and I would like to keep it that way
for an eternity..."
Dante
walked out of the scene, as the picture was flooded with eXi's face, as
he rubbed his chin...
"That's
cool...I can make enemies just as easily..."
I.O.U
The
camera focused on an
open envelope, the
lettering was in a
girl’s handwriting,
and there was a
lipstick blot on it as
well. The camera pans
up showing loose
leather patchwork
pants, and farther up
to a patchwork leather
shirt. Then farther
up to the chain-link
scarred face… of Jason
Kain. At the sight of
this, there was a
numerous amount of
boos.
“’I
haven’t seen you in a
while.’ That’s true
babe. ‘I hope that
you miss me as much as
I’ve missed you, I’ll
see you tonight. P.S.
You owe me.’”
Jason smirked as he
pulled the letter to
his nose and sniffed.
“Boyo, I’ve been
waitin’ for this, mon
ami.” Jason turned
his head to his other
hand… holding his
mask up. “She’s
here.”
Jason smirks then
sniffs the letter once
again…
“And she sure knows
how to keep me
wonderin’, boyo… What
do I owe her? And
that? Hell, that
ain’t no perfume.” A
sick smile came onto
his face as he slipped
the mask over his
head, and unzipped the
mouth.
“Don’t I know it.” The
hideousness of the
mask covering Jason’s
face. “Don’t I know
it.”
Kain turned and walked
out of the room.
Friend
or Foe, the Second Part of
As eXi was
travelling through the backstage of the arena, about to go and have his
match, he seen his new "friend", Dante Inferno standing in a corner,
reading something on a wall. As he walked up, Dante began to laugh,
which made eXi take a step back.
"He his
laughing at a fire exit?"
He said
under his breath, but the source of his laughter soon came to attention.
"You just
don't give up do you?
eXi looked
around to see if it was infact him who he was talking about...
"I came
here..."
"You came
here to waste more of my time didn't you? Listen, I have a meeting with
Winters very soon, so unless you have something of interest to me, it
would do you good to just go away."
eXi stood
silent for a minute, and then spoke.
"I came
here to tell you that Winters wanted to see you right now, he had a job
for you to do, take out someone, so follow me..."
Dante
turned around and thought nothing of it, he followed eXi, as he took him
into the depths of the arena, through cavern like tunnels and stairways,
most of which he had never seen in his life.
As eXi
stopped, they where in one of the lower levels of the arena.
"Stay
here..."
eXi jumped
up a flight of stairs, as Dante looked around him, tools and machines
surrounded him, as he wondered why it was so cold in the arena.
CLUNK
CRASH~!
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!"
Dante was
drowned in a sea of materials, bricks, tools, cardboard, the lot. As eXi
got down from what looked to be a crane, he laughed and kicked another
brick onto the pile.
"Don't
wanna be friends with me huh? How about enemies?
Think
so..."
What had he
just done?
Jason Kain Vs. eXistenZ
As
the curtain opened and
the riffs of
Everclear’s “El
Distortio de Musica”
burst through the
sound system, Kain
looked a little more
than distracted.
Obviously the letter
earlier in the day had
been a little
disturbing. But as he
walked down toward the
ring, he seemed to be
getting back to
business as usual. He
stopped in front of
the ring for a moment,
then jumped to the
apron and climbed into
the ring. He stopped
in the middle of the
ring raising his hands
over his head before
rushing to the near
left turnbuckle
lifting both hands
over his head and
clenching fists.
Suddenly the Kain’s
music is interrupted by
eXistenZ’s theme…
Linkin Park’s “With You”
explodes and some girls
are heard screaming
“Ohhh, eXi, you’re soooo
sexy!” in honor of
Empire Records. He
walks out and looks to
the ring, putting a
small smile on for the
crowd before walking
down calmly toward the
ring. He climbs up the
apron and onto the
outside of the second
rope. He points at
Kain, then smiles a
cocky smile, and Kain
rushes over grabbing
eXi’s arm winging him
over with an arm drag.
The bell rings as eXi
rolls through the move
and stands up,
unharmed. He smiles
again, before locking up
legitimately with Kain.
After
a small arguing lockup,
eXi gains the advantage
and whips Kain to the
ropes. He lands a
dropkick to Kain’s
chest, then aims a
standing moonsault
toward Kain’s
midsection. He locks
the leg…
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Kain
swings himself around,
and gets to his feet.
He unzips his mask’s
mouth, and starts
spouting curses at eXi,
who just smirks then
locks up again. This
time Kain gets the upper
hands with a cheap knee
to the gut, and a quick
snap suplex… but Kain
holds on and pulls eXi
to his feet and drops
him with a hard DDT.
eXi quickly pulls
himself to his feet, but
obviously feels the blow
to the head. Kain pulls
his mask off his face
and throws it at eXi,
distracting him… and
Kain hits an amazing
spear, pulling eXi to
the mat hard. Kain
quickly takes advantage
of this pulling eXi up
again, and yanking him
over with a hard release
German suplex! Kain
goes for the cover, and
the crowd chants along…
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Obviously, eXi wasn’t
finished, but the high
impact moves have put a
toll on him. Kain rolls
to his feet and looks at
eXistenZ with a hideous
glare. But before Kain
could rush in, eXi
bounces off the middle
rope and lands a hard
spinning calf kick,
sending Kain back and
tangling him in the
ropes… eXi proceeds to
rebound off the ropes
and land a hard
double-leg dropkick
sending Kain out of the
ring and to the floor.
The ref starts up the
count…
1…
2…
3…
eXistenZ jumps out of
the ring resetting the
count, and grabs Kain,
hopping up and hitting
him with a second
double-leg dropkick
sending him to the
guardrail while the
crowd goes wild. A set
of chops sends Kain over
the guardrail at the 6
count, and eXi heads
back to the ring. Kain
gets to his feet at the
8 count and rushes into
the ring just a split
second before the 10
count, and the crowd
gets ready for continued
action… but Kain had
brought something with
him… his time-honored
favorite, a steel
chair.
Kain
pulled it over his head
swinging wildly, but eXi
dodged the blow, letting
Kain hit the ropes.
Kain pulled the chair
back over his head, and
the crowd starts booing
madly… The ref suddenly
grabs the chair from
behind, as Kain tries to
swing down again. He
pulls the chair for
Kain’s hands, and eXi
lands a heavy dropkick
in counter, right to
Kain’s jaw.
The
crowd start up a cheer
for eXi again, as eXi
whips Kain toward the
ropes. But the ref who
was going to put the
chair out of the ring,
gets nailed by Kain
instead, leveling the
ref, and freeing up the
chair. eXistenZ looks
over to Kain as Jason
starts going buck wild
with the chair. Kain
starts chasing eXi
around the ring, and
finally catches him with
a shot to the back of
the head dropping the
red haired freak to the
mat. Kain chips in a
few shots to his back
before dropping the
chair to the mat and
locking in the first
half of his patented
Buffalo sleeper.
He
continues and locks in
the Shocking Experience,
but the ref is to out of
it to check the hold as
eXi taps. Kain gets
angry and finally drops
the hold to wake up the
ref, but before the ref
comes to Kain turns to
check on eXi, but
instead gets a hard Van
Daminator chair kick to
the face, sending Kain
into the corner… eXi
gets wild eyes as he
holds the chair over his
head, and the crowd goes
wild as he hops the
turnbuckle!
He
sets to the air, pulling
the chair in the way of
his cross-country
dropkick…
But
Kain rolls out of the
way! The chair, the
turnbuckle, and eXi all
collide in a horrid turn
of events as the ref had
just gotten to his feet,
and was wondered what
the hell had just
happened, but as he
looked at eXi who was
folded up like an
accordion, and Kain who
was trying to get to his
feet, he thought nothing
of it and let both of
them continue in the
Matchup.
As Kain got to his feet,
he kicked eXi in the
side of his chest and
then kicked the chair
out of the ring, before
he looked to pick eXi
up, but eXi hit him with
a low blow, as both men
were now on the canvas,
but the arena volume
started to increase as
someone came staggering
from the back...Dante
Inferno!
"What the fuck?", was
all that eXi could
muster as he rolled out
of the ring, being
followed by Dante
through the crowd and
out through one of the
emergency exits in the
arena, as the referee
started and then
finished the count
out...
Kain gets to his
knees, and looks out
at the crowd shaking
his fists in the air,
suddenly the cameras
turn to the entryway
as the crowd starts to
go wild. A woman has
entered the arena, and
starts walking down to
the ring! Kain gets
to his feet, as the
woman grabs the mask
from outside of the
ring, then climbs in.
Kain looks at her, and
smiles at her. She
instead frowns a bit,
then holds the mask at
him… the only word
heard from her is
“Why?” then a mess of
silent yelling. The
crowd are confused at
this, suddenly Kain
yanks the mask out of
her hand.
“You don’t understand!
Don’t you DARE yell at
me, mon chere! You left
me! You hear? YOU LEFT
ME!!!”
He pulls the mask over
his face and walks out
of the ring, and back up
the ramp as the nameless
woman in the ring just
turns toward him with a
saddened look in her eye
as she shakes her head
in dismay.
Winner:
Jason Kain
Julian Kang Vs.
Dilly Dawg
A highly anticipated
match between the South
Korean star Julian Kang
and the God of Dillyism
is just set to begin as
"Outside" by Staind
begins to play in the
arena.
Julian Kang comes out to
a neutral ovation from
the crowd. Julian steps
into the ring and gets
into his corner. "Tao of
the Machine" by The
Roots begins to play in
the arena and out steps
Dilly Dawg who yields up
the "Book of Dillyism"
above his head.
He climbs onto the ring
apron and drops the book
in his corner. He gets
in the ring and takes
off his garb to reveal a
cross like sign on his
chest now. He removes
his specially made
rosary before the match
begins.
Julian Kang hears the
bell ring and charges
out towards the larger
Dilly Dawg and gives him
a shove to the ground.
Dilly stands up and
pushes Kang back into
the ropes. Julian
bounces off and Dilly
ducks and catches Julian
Kang with a backbody
drop.
Kang lands hard and
grabs his back, Dilly
picks him up and gives
him a few punches to the
forehead and launches
him into the corner.
Dilly charges at Julian
but, he gets his foot up
and nails Dilly Dawg in
the face.
Dilly remains stunned,
grabbing his face in
pain as Julian Kang
climbs to the top rope.
Dilly Dawg rises up from
his stunned position and
gets nailed by a missile
drop kick to the face to
place him on the ground.
Julian hooks a leg on
Dilly.
One..
Two..
Kick out by Dilly at
two. Julian picks up
Dilly Dawg and gives him
a few stern punches to
the face and Irish whips
him into the ropes.
Dilly ducks the first
clothesline attempt from
Julian but he then gets
nailed by a spear to the
outside of the ring, and
both men fly through the
ropes.
Suddenly "Otherworld"
plays begins playing on
the PA system and a
figure appears on the
ramp wearing a black
trench coat and his
classic blue
highlighted, black hair.
It's fate..
Dilly Dawg and Julian
Kang don't notice this
yet and Julian picks up
the weakened Dilly Dawg
and throws him into the
metal pole.
Julian picks up the
battered Dilly Dawg and
whips him into the guard
rail and picks up a
nearby chair. Julian
smashes it over Dilly's
head and dazes the God.
fate begins walking down
the ramp towards Julian
Kang and Dilly Dawg, but
is just observing at
this point. Julian
notices fate but
continues on punishing
Dilly Dawg by giving him
a Ric' Flair chop to the
chest repeatedly.
Julian than takes Dilly
off the guard rails and
gives him a body slam,
followed by a elbow to
the sternum.
fate walks over Dilly's
body and pulls something
out of his trench coat
which looks like a
little remote. He looks
at it, then looks at
Julian Kang, fate then
pushes the button.
Blackout!
The arena goes black for
about five seconds. When
the lights come back on,
fate and Dilly Dawg are
gone. Julian stands
there confused but the
referee steps out of the
ring and raises Julian's
arm.
Winner:
Julian Kang
Promises
"Guess
who's back..."
The crowd
in attendance erupted as SilverHAWK stepped out from the back and stood
at the top of the stage, with a microphone in his hand, and a grin on
his face, he didn't look too good however...
"Last
week...I realised just how damn old I'm getting!"
The crowd
laughed, it was a half joke from HAWK, but maybe a sign of weakness that
he has just dished out for all his future opponents to hear.
"Last week,
a wall was firmly slammed in my face, as Winters collected his best
knob-heads and put them in front of me, one by one until I collapsed,
and that I did. Hell, I take no shame in it, I doubt anyone could have
got through that, even as far as I did, but it made me think...just what
will you do Winters?
What will
you do to make sure I am out of your greasy hair?
Injure me
for a considerable amount of time?
Jump me
from behind and have my done in?
End me?
Kill me?
All of
those I think you tried to do last week Winters, and I'm standing right
here, in front of your fans, too bad they detest your very being,
like shit on their shoes...speaking of shit."
The crowd
popped as HAWK grinned into the camera.
"Osyrus...it
beats you up, deep inside, that you can't finish an old man doesn't it?
Hell, early
20s, with your whole career ahead of you, ACW World Champion, and you
can't keep an old man down...tut tut big guy.
Listen here
young buck, I was hear when you wear cuddling the cabbage patch, so you
better just wizen up a little, before I get don and dirty on you. The
fact of the matter is that me and you have never even fairly faced one
another, it's always been my back that has seen you coming first Osyrus,
but that is gonna change, and soon.
Let's cut
all the bullshit shall we Osyrus, now I don't think Winters has announced it
yet, so I will steal his thunder. The next ACW Pay Per View will be on
the 10th of November Osyrus, the title of the PPV, breakOUT, and it is
there were we will finish our story, and close a chapter in your title
reign, a title that should never have been placed in your grubby hands
in the first place.
Before any
of you fuckers came around, ACW was all about tradition, a tradition
that bonded 20 plus men to travelling 3/4's of the year and showing off
their skills to the whole of the US, but now this is just a place to
render the dirty dollar, and it's not my time to set things right in
this fucked up federation.
Look around
guys...federations are all over the world, and although they may bicker
and fight within one another, they give a damn about their federation,
Osyrus you don't give a fuck about ACW, neither does Winters for that
matter. It's up to me, to become the new figurehead around this place,
to be the new top dog...to be the "Brand".
I just want
a match Osyrus, I don't give a fuck about stips, and don't give a fuck
about you're little posse' coming down for some front seats, just gimme the match,
or are you gonna prove to me and this world, that you are just Winters' rim licker...or the
actual Champion around here..."
Battling Your fate
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Standing
there in Dilly's locker room is a red liquid covering everything. It
appears that it has been sprayed or something, and the locker room is
trashed. Laying on the ground is Dilly Dawg who remains unconscious from
his disappearance.
When the camera zooms back from looking at Dilly, you notice on the wall
that there is some red lettering on the white wall.
"fate ling0d"
Dilly Dawg starts coming too, grabbing his head in pain and sits up. On
his chest, carved over his tattoo is the name, "fate". Dilly rubs his
hand over it and looks at his hand to reveal blood.
"Can I get some help?" Dilly screamed.
"Dilly, Dilly, Dilly. You were supposed to face me tonight and you
chickened out. But guess what, you'll remember me forever, with my named
scared on my flesh. Next week, you will face me no matter what. And as
for your help, its right here." fate exclaimed stepping from the door,
holding a baseball bat.
fate ling0d lifts up the bat and goes to swing it and a thud is heard,
but nothing is seen. The camera already faded to black.
breakOUT
"That
motherfucker!"
Winters sat
in his office, slamming his fists on his table, as both Dunn and Boyd
sat opposite them, both of them with their pads in hand and their
pencils at the ready.
"Well...HAWK's ruined the announcement but I guess that is just
something taken off my shoulders...I hope that you two are listening,
because I'm gonna be brainstorming here...
I want
advertisements in the middle of Friends...
I want
signs at RAW and SmackDown...
I want
posters....
I want
interviews...
This PPV
has to be big!
For too
long now we have played second fiddle, but now with a stroke of genius,
I shall take ACW by the scruff of the neck, and use it to shake up
professional wrestling. Hell...the fWo came back this week, and ACW
shall even surpass that heap of crap!
Now...the
matches.
ICU seems
to be putting himself about a lot, acting all serious and shit, I think
he wants a shot at the World Title, well tough.
Give him
Ron Williams, even though he didn't show up tonight...chicken on a pole match! First man to take the chicken,
gets the chicken, and the TV Title.
eXistenZ
and pulled off far more than that little fucker can chew...put him in a
match with Dante Inferno and we will see just exactly what he can do.
The Main
Event?
Well...Osyrus is gonna tell us that..."
The scene
closed with a picture of Winters' big grin...as he rubbed his hands at
the prospect of the second ACW PPV.
ACW World Title Match
Osyrus Vs. Wombat
Guerrera
The
next match was all
about the diversity of
All Star Championship
Wrestling, in it’s
fullest extent. Two
very successful
warriors thus far in
ACW, competing in a
few moments for the
promotion’s richest
prize. In those few
moments though, felt
like hours to the
people in attendance.
Sitting in hard metal
seats, stuffy air
slowly filling the
venue to capacity and
expensive food and
beer left fans with
very few choices. The
obvious under dog to
everyone that night,
seemed to dazzled them
with his aerial
acrobatics, quickness
and impeccable timing
in the ring. But in
some small areas of
fans, none of that
matter… impatience
grew as they waited
for the match to
start, wondering if
they should just leave
now to beat out the
hectic traffic… Or
stay and see if their
assumptions would come
true.
Either way, the fans
would be getting the
moneys worth, or they
had hoped so. The
other ring warrior was
a cruel and violent
man in every sense of
the word. Pissing off
fans world wide with
his long, hate filled
speeches that
criticized their
intelligence, morals
and beliefs
constantly. He was a
man that they would
pay any amount of
money to see him get
what he deserved!
Would the underdog
from Mexico defeat one
of ACW’s top heels,
becoming the second
world champ in
history? Or would the
fiery champ Osyrus,
prove that he’s too
much, too soon for the
young Guerrera to
handle? We’ll find out
the answers to those
questions…
NOW!
The
legendary, lead guitar
riffs of the man known
to the world as Jimi
Hendrix began to rip
into the Bradley Centre.
The attention of the
crowd turned back to the
entrance way, arms
slowly waving in the
air, side to side…
Reminiscent to an early
70’s vibe. The masses of
people were seemingly
enjoying the sounds of
the legend, before a mix
reaction erupted with
the first sight Wombat
Guerrera. He stepped
from behind the black
curtain that blocked the
view of the backstage
area, slowly strolling
down the ramp way
afterwards. The live TV
cameras captured his
every move, as his smile
was seen underneath his
trademark yellow and
brown mask on the
bigSCREEN… still waving
and slapping hands with
fans near ring side.
Some fans looked on,
very confused by his
happiness… Didn’t he
realize that he was in
for a beating from the
champ? Maybe the
pressure hadn’t gotten
to him yet. Guerrera
seemed not to care about
what the fans thought,
as he stood in front of
the ring… Because he
knew, like most of the
smart marks watching
around the world, that
this was his chance to
call himself champion…
But at what costs, was
the bigger question.
Leaping from the arena
floor onto the ring
apron; Guerrera was
pumped and ready for
battle, although the
crowd looked unimpressed
at his feat of
athleticism. He quickly
followed it up by
jumping up and over the
top rope, then rolling
into the center of the
ring, which brought him
a few flash bulbs from
cameras scattered around
the venue. The ref
checked him for foreign
objects as the lighting
in the Bradley Centre
dimmed…
Then
the arena was suddenly
emerged in darkness.
Red
pyrotechnic lights were
the first thing that
caught the live
audience’s attention,
before the gritty sounds
of “Born with Nothing,
Die with Everything” by
Papa Roach filled the
airwaves. Guerrera
didn’t seem to lose his
cool, bouncing up and
down in the ring like a
boxer in a prize fight…
Waiting for the eminent
arrival of the champ as
he now paced back and
fourth. A hand slowly
broke through the
curtain, separating it,
as the glimmer of a
championship belt shined
in the dim red light…
Osyrus had finally made
his presence felt.
As
soon as the champion
stepped on the stage
with the title fastened
tightly around his
waist, hundreds of signs
popped up with phrases
like; “Osyrus sucks
d*ck,” “SilverHawk for
ACW Champ,”… And one
sign that seemed to be
represented well was,
“Winters and Osyrus are
gay lovers,” made him
scowl as he power walked
to the ring. Osyrus took
his sweet time as he
stepped on a metal ring
step, paused, then
continued to the next
level, which got him
some cheap heat from the
fans.
“I
dare someone to step up
and try to take a shot
at the champ,” He yelled
toward the fans at
ringside as he stood on
the apron arrogantly,
arms spread out wide in
a taunting manner.
Guerrera on the other
hand, seemed to have had
enough of Osyrus’
shenanigans, sneaking
behind him, as he drop
kicked him off the apron
and onto the guard rail
below. Osyrus landed
chest first on the rail,
bouncing off it hard…
Then hitting the floor
with a thud as he sat on
the arena floor, looking
up at Guerrera… Rubbing
his chest in pain, angry
and shocked expression
on his face by the
unexpected attack.
“So
that’s the way you want
to play it huh? Fine,
you’re a dead man!” He
roared at Guerrera,
sliding in the ring,
full speed ahead toward
his opponent. Guerrera
was well prepared.
Ducking under the
charging Osyrus, then
bounced off the near by
ropes, as he flew
through the air with a
cross body block… Only
to be caught in mid air
by the enraged
superstar. Osyrus held
Guerrera tightly in the
falling away slam
position, displaying his
power to the crowd,
before violently driving
Wombat’s ribs onto his
knee…
He
still held on.
The
fans could see the pain
in Guerrera’s eyes as
Osyrus walked around the
ring with Guerrera in
his arms, before another
consecutive rib breaker
was slammed into his
body. The pain would
only worsen as Osyrus
tossed Guerrera from the
falling away position,
onto his shoulder… then
falling to a knee, as
the shoulder breaker
came out of nowhere. He
dropped down, making the
cover.
ONE
It
wasn’t enough to keep
Guerrera down, as he
shot his left shoulder
off of the mat. Osyrus
smirked into the camera,
pulling Guerrera off the
mat by his mask, snap
marring him over just as
fast as he pulled him
up… locking him in a
dragon sleeper in the
center of the ring.
Although the fans hated
Osyrus with a passion,
they couldn’t deny the
ability he possessed. If
Osyrus wasn’t such a
jerk, maybe they would
cheer for him… but he
was, so they used every
bit of energy they had
by getting underneath
his skin with chants of…
OSYRUS SUCKS DICK!
OSYRUS SUCKS DICK!
OSYRUS SUCKS DICK!
Guerrera could hear the
fans cheering him on,
slowly inching his right
foot near the ropes to
release the hold… a
maneuver that was
stretching his hurting
ribs, and throbbing
shoulder. Osyrus looked
around at the fans as
the chanting was getting
louder and louder,
Guerrera’s foot was
getting closer and
closer…
HE
GOT IT!
The
ref started to issue the
count; 2, 3, 4… Osyrus
released the hold for a
mere second before
grabbing Guerrera by the
throat with a front face
lock, then taking him
out with a vicious
reverse suplex that
silenced the crowd. The
ref was not pleased at
Osyrus’ actions, backing
him in a corner, giving
him the riot act as the
leader of Winters Inc.
just smirked while the
Mexican superstar tried
to get back to a
vertical base. The champ
began to laugh as
Guerrera pulled himself
up with the use of the
ropes, “Is this the best
that ACW can offer me?”
Osyrus yelled out to the
crowd. Then it happened…
A
giant back bump to the
canvas.
Osyrus was on the mat
laughing his ass off,
the crowd didn’t know
what to make of what was
happening. Maybe the man
had finally lost it. He
started to come back to
his senses, getting to
his feet… then all of a
sudden, Guerrera blasted
Osyrus in the face with
a mule like drop kick.
Both feet caught Osyrus
squarely in the face,
the crowd started come
alive… Rallying the
Juarez native to get
back into the match.
Osyrus recovered
quickly, but was knocked
down to a knee by
another lighting fast
drop kick to his left
shin. Guerrera was on a
roll now, waving his
arms in the air to pump
up the crowd. He
motioned he was going to
the top, and was perched
like a bird in seconds.
Osyrus, even more pissed
than ever, charged
toward Guerrera…but
he used Osyrus own
momentum against him,
leaping over him and
rolling him up with a
sunset flip.
ONE
TWO
Osyrus’ leg strength
came into play, kicking
away at the last second,
possibly saving his
title reign. Guerrera
got to his feet first,
looking for another drop
kick… only to be side
stepped by the champ.
Picking the
cruiserweight off the
mat, the man known as
“the personification of
talent”, slipped behind
Guerrera for a waist
lock… then sent him
flying through the air
with a tremendous belly
to back suplex… Guerrera
landing hard on his
chest, doing a complete
180, which got a huge
pop from everyone that
witnessed the move known
as the 5 Star Suplex
v.1. But the champ
wasn’t done yet. He
grabbed the 175 lb
challenger off of the
mat with a double choke
lift, tossed him
straight up into the
air… before catching and
launching him with a
belly to belly suplex.
Osyrus follows up with a
cover.
ONE
TWO
SHOULDER UP!
Guerrera squeaked his
left shoulder off of the
mat to continue the
match. Frustration was
evident on the face of
the champ, grabbing
Guerrera by the mask…
slowly bringing him to
his feet.
OW!
A
punch lands cleanly in
the bread basket of
Osyrus. He continues
forward and Guerrera
jabs him again, backing
him up. Osyrus lunges
out to try and grab
Guerrera, but he rolls
through Osyrus’ legs…
back onto his feet and
the crowd cheering him
on. Guerrera flies off
the ropes, nailing
Osyrus in the head with
a running elbow smash…
Osyrus stumbles to the
canvas surprised yet
again. The fans couldn’t
believe how well Wombat
was doing against
Osyrus. This man had
beaten the champ to the
punch several times in
the match, keeping him
off guard and staying
away from too many power
moves… Something that
was rarely done when an
opponent faced Osyrus.
Guerrera kept the fast
pace going as he stepped
thorough the ropes, now
standing on the apron of
the ring. He spring
boards back into the
ring, connecting with a
nice looking dropkick to
the side of Osyrus’ jaw.
Guerrera wastes no time
diving onto Osyrus,
hooking the outside leg
as he attempts the pin
fall.
ONE
TWO
Osyrus didn’t stay down
long enough. Guerrera
smacked his hand against
the canvas, pissed that
he almost had it. He was
seconds away from being
crowned the new champion
of ACW. The Master of
luchador style taunted
Osyrus to get up… Did
not competing for the
past few weeks slow him
down in the ring? Were
the injures he suffered
from SilverHawk playing
a bigger factor than he
thought? Guerrera
couldn’t wait any
longer, he charged full
speed ahead toward
Osyrus… then all of
sudden from the mat,
Osyrus exploded with
sickening hooking
clothesline than damn
near took Guerrera’s
head off! The audience
slumped back in their
seats as Osyrus stood
over Guerrera, who was
holding his neck and
writhing in pain. He
slowly reached down,
picking Wombat off the
canvas, then preceded to
lock him in a bear hug
in the middle of the
ring.
“What
do you say Guerrera?”
The ref asking if he had
enough, but Guerrera
refused to quit… Not
losing his chance this
way. The hold began to
really take effect now.
Pain shooting through
Guerrera’s mask, he
yelled out loud as he
was suffering in the
center of the ring. The
ref circled around the
two superstars, before
he raised the arm for
the first time…
ONE
It
fell back down very
limp.
TWO
Guerrera was in a lot of
trouble, but his arm was
twitching a bit more.
The
referee lifted the arm
up for the third time,
but Guerrera stayed
strong, picking his arm
up at the last second.
He tried to escape the
hold, by jabbing Osyrus
in the nose or elbowing
him in the side of the
face… Whatever it took
for him to escape.
Guerrera slowly regained
his energy back,
unloading a flurry of
punches… that finally
got the champ to release
the bear hug. Fans
seemed somewhat
impressed by his come
back, focusing more
intently on what was
going on in the ring…
But
the rally of Guerrera
was cut short.
Osyrus scooped him up in
his arms, driving him
back hard into the
turnbuckle, following it
up with numerous
shoulder rams into
Guerrera’s bread basket.
The live crowd and even
the world wide audience
watching from their
homes, could feel every
blow that was being
delivered. Osyrus
stopped the onslaught
for a second… back
pleading as he taunted
Guerrera to stop him
from his appending
attack. He ran with
tremendous speed toward
Guerrera slumped in the
corner, maybe looking to
seriously injure him
with Nowhere to Run, his
high impact spear…
WHAM!
Osyrus’ shoulder
connected hard into
post. Guerrera managed
to move out of the way
as he sat on the top
turnbuckle, looking down
at the stunned ACW world
champion. He slipped
down off the top, waist
locking Osyrus, as he
rolled him up in a
pinning predicament.
ONE
TWO
OMG!
The
fans jumped from their
seats quickly but
slumped back down.
Osyrus got the shoulder
up at the last, very
last second. His
momentum was through the
roof… he had to finish
the match up as soon as
possible. Guerrera knew
the champ wasn’t going
to stay down very much
longer. Up to the top he
went, perched there as
Osyrus got to a knee,
before he was back to
his feet. He slowly
turned toward Guerrera
as he jumped off the top
with a cross body.
He
connected as both men
hit the mat hard, but
Osyrus rolled through
and was now on top of
Guerrera! Stiff left and
right over hand punches
rocked Guerrera’s head
as the fans looked on in
disbelief. It was pretty
much over from here. It
would be hard for
anyone, let alone Wombat
to gather some offense
after Osyrus hammered
away on them.
Guerrera was quickly
brought back to his
feet, then whipped into
the near by ropes, as
Osyrus stood in the
middle of the ring,
ready… Once he had
reached Osyrus’
position, he was lifted,
spun and slammed to the
canvas with a monstrous,
The Hard Way
spinebuster. Some of the
audience members could
be seen making their way
to snack shops as Osyrus
dropped down for the
cover.
ONE
TWO
”Not quite yet,” Osyrus
yelled to the ref,
picking Guerrera up by
his mask, possible
continuing the match.
Osyrus was having too
much fun now, placing
Guerrera in a standing
head scissors, extending
his arms outward, then
lifting Guerrera up on
his shoulders. Osyrus
ran a bit forward,
before sending his
adversary to the canvas
with his Crucifix Bomb
v. 2…
Guerrera was down and
out.
Osyrus walked around
Guerrera’s body, nudging
him with his foot as a
loud eruption of jeers
broke out in the arena,
and a small chant of
bullshit could be heard
in the distance. Was the
match really over? Could
this be the best effort
Guerrera could provide
for a main event match?
The champ lifted the
challenger up just
enough so he could place
him on his shoulder…
Osyrus walked to a near
by turnbuckle as he
placed him on the top,
backwards. “This is the
end… right here, right
now.” He continued to
gloat as he crossed
Guerrera’s left arm
across his own chest.
Just when Osyrus was
about to cross the right
arm, a back elbow caught
him in the side of his
head! Guerrera wasn’t
out of this match yet
like everyone assumed!
Fans came running back
to their seats to see
all the action. Guerrera
continued with the
elbows;
LEFT
RIGHT
LEFT
RIGHT
Osyrus staggered back,
holding his jaw as
Guerrera stood on the
top turnbuckle, still
facing the crowd. He
glanced back once, then
jumped backwards in
Osyrus’ direction… Flash
bulbs filled the arena
as Guerrera took down
the champion with an
inverted bulldog!
That’s when it happened…
Guerrera sprung to his
feet, as if the crowd
shot new life into him.
He pointed the ropes
slowly, the arena just
shook with emotion. The
fans knew what he had in
mind. Guerrera separated
the ring ropes as he was
once again on the part
of the ring, he knew too
well. He stood on the
ring apron, slapping it,
urging Osyrus to get
back to his feet, while
the crowd stomped their
feet in unison. Osyrus
got back to his feet…
blood dripping from his
forehead. Guerrera was
ready to take flight….
SPRING BOARD DDT!
OH MY
GOD, SPRING BOARD DDT!
Guerrera had put the
nail in the coffin,
laying out Osyrus with a
tremendous move that not
even the most hard core
Wombat fan saw coming.
He hooked the leg as the
fans counted along with
the ref.
ONE
TWO
THRE
Osyrus pushed Guerrera
off before the three
count could be made. The
challenger stomped away
on Osyrus, before he
dropped him with another
DDT. That’s when he
heard the chant..
GUILLOTINA!
GUILLOTINA!
GUILLOTINA!
Guerrera had to make
sure the fans got what
they wanted. He ran to
the near by turnbuckle,
and was on the top in no
time. He pointed down to
Osyrus… Guerrera leaped
off, but nobody was
home. Surprisingly, both
men got to their feet
simultaneously, before
Guerrera ran full speed
toward the ropes with
Osyrus following right
behind him. Guerrera
went back to his
favorite offensive move;
the spring board…
Springing then landing
onto Osyrus’ shoulders,
possibly trying to roll
him up with a
hurricanranna.
BUT WHAT A MISTAKE THAT
WAS.
Osyrus blocked the
hurricanranna, powering
bombing Wombat in the
center of the ring…
but he held on. He used
his pure strength to
bring Guerrera back up
and put him down with a
second consecutive
powerbomb. Osyrus was
looking for some serious
pay back. He struggled
at first, but finally
got Guerrera onto his
shoulders… Guerrera
fired right hands into
Osyrus’ face as he was
held there for a few
seconds before Osyrus
reached up, grabbing the
cruiserweight by the
throat… Osyrus pivoted
then throat slam
suplexed Guerrera down
with authority.
The Bottom Line might
have just ended the
match right there.
With Guerrera down flat
on the mat, Osyrus still
didn’t seem satisfied.
With Breakout only a
week away, he wanted to
make a statement to
SilverHawk through
Wombat. Osyrus lifted
the dead weight of
Guerrera off of the mat,
dipping his shoulder a
little bit as he hooked
him in an Argentina back
breaker rack… There,
Guerrera laid on the top
of Osyrus’ shoulders,
getting stretched by his
neck and legs.
The trademark smirk of
the champion emerged for
the second time tonight…
Osyrus tossed Guerrera
off his shoulders…
catching him in a waist
lock upside down. The
blood rushed quickly to
Guerrera’s head as he
was held upside down…
Osyrus jumped in place,
spiking Guerrera into
the mat. The fans shook
their heads in
disbelief, a very sad
end to it all after
seeing Guerrera take the
Dawning of Oblivion so
stiffly. The familiar
chants of Osyrus sucks
broke out in the Bradley
Centre… Osyrus dropped
down for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Osyrus retains,
as the arena began to
boo him, as he stood in
the centre of the ring,
all smug with his title
over his shoulder.
Osyrus ushered for a
microphone to be given
to him, which it was, as
he placed it to his
mouth and began to
speak, very out of
breath.
"SilverHAWK...today you
challenged ME for the
title next week at
breakOUT...you got your
shot tough guy. Oh...and
the stip, you better ice
those knees up big time
saggy, because it's
going to be triple
cage!"
In 7 days, the two
greatest Warriors in ACW
will meet in the very
first ACW Triple Cage
match...who will
survive? Hopefully
nobody.
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