LIVE! on Sunday 13th October
From The Nationwide Arena, Columbus, Ohio

Introduction

Conclusions are a funny thing, you see something for what it is, and think nothing else of it, until it bites you in the ass and turns your World around. Last week, at ACW's very first PPV, conclusions and mis-conceptions bit people in the ass.

I doubt very many, so you see, I am...like an army general, trying to collect the best army possible at this moment in time, and my overall goals for that army. What goals do I have for ACW? HA...that is a question that I sometimes ask myself, but what can you possibly do with a federation that means that much? Little. However, I want ACW to be something special. I want it to have the best wrestlers, the most deadly wrestlers...that can fight their way through any other federation without breaking sweat. Money is a fickle thing...yes, it is nice, but it was never my plan to come here and make money, or more money. I have plenty of that already, you can leave your "Ratings baby" to other federations. I couldn't care less which wrestling shows you watch, because at this moment in time, I would not watch this show either...look at the talent we have at the moment, it is nothing to get excited about, apart from a few people. Some people would say that I am "building", that is true to an extent, I have the foundations, I have just yet to find that right mixture of solid rock and mix, but I know what I want...and I know who I do and who I don't want, and tonight, we will find out just who is thick skinned enough to stay with me.

Relentless showed me a lot in the wrestlers that we currently have at ACW, and it showed that some simply don't cut the mustard. Since our new "era" was born, I have fired numerous amounts of wrestlers, because my initial judgment of them was wrong, and I can admit that. People like Dustin Jacobs, Shaun Senn, SDL, Brian Breuer, Dilemma, Thomas Field, Rubin Keys and Colin Moses are not what ACW needs to improve, I have only found 3 people, that meet my requirements so far...and as I said before, the people I want, I get.

Someone whom I am still wary about is a certain SilverHAWK...

HAWK is a tricky one, I came here having heard a lot about him, but after initially meeting him briefly, I felt disappointed, he was not a gentleman, he had no manners, he was a caveman in the 21st Century. But he has impressed me over the last few weeks, the attack on ICU was unexpected, even for someone as sharp as me, and even defeating him for the US Title last week was a hard one to take for me, but as I said, I get what I want, and as the amazing ERA strolled into the Capital, there was only one thing that I wanted him to do, and he did it for me, no questions asked. You may be wondering where HAWK is now? Well the last I heard that he was at home, resting...HA HA HA. Pathetic, and for the no-show tonight, he will be fined one months pay...

But now...for the members of Winters Inc. to have their say on a few matters...Ohio, ERA come on down and please welcome Osyrus to the ring, your ACW CHAMPION!

As ERA walked in front of him, Osyrus struted around the ring very proudly, before raising the microphone up to his face as a sight smirk appears.

“Relentless was the turning point in the history of ACW…” 

He walks near the ring ropes, slightly leaning against them. 

“It was a time for everyone to show who really had what it took to make it in this business, and as you saw by the events that took place on the show itself. A lot guys didn’t make the grade.” 

Winters begin to smile as enormous jeers erupt from the crowd. 

“For example SDL; I knew when he attacked me from behind many weeks ago, that he obviously didn’t have what it took to be in any type of main event or even with me for that matter…” 

Osyrus gets up off the ropes, adjusting his championship belt on his left shoulder before he walks toward the center of the ring. 

“So I quickly disposed of him, and moved on with my life as your world champion. Believe me, I did you ignorant fans a big favor.” The crowd starts the jeers and boos once again as trash is thrown in Osyrus’ direction as he swats it down to the canvas. He looks around the ring, now covered in trash as a disappointed look comes over his face. “You know this garbage in the ring reminds me of that piece of trash wrestler known as SilverHawk!” Crowd roars at the mere mention of their legend and idol’s name. 

“This man claimed at the PPV that the Us title was just the first step in his plan,” Osyrus takes a pause as he walks toward E.R.A. as the Us champion just stares back at him. “He claimed that at the PPV, he was going to do the impossible, something that has never been done in the history of the company, which was become double champion. Ha! What a fucking joke.” Osyrus chuckles to himself out loud. 

“Maybe those dreams would of come true if he was smart enough to call it truce with Winters…” Osyrus smirks, looking back at Winters as he returns the smug look of confidence. “But you know what, he didn’t. SilverHawk was too stupid to see a good thing right in front of his fucking face. He could of joined forces with Winters and myself and he could be standing here gloating about his success…” Osyrus walks back to the ropes as he yells out toward the crowd. 

“INSTEAD OF BEING IN SOME HOLIDAY INN, TREMBLING IN FEAR BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT WINTERS INC. IS GOING TO END HIS CAREER IN A C W!!! 

The crowd jeers louder than ever as Osyrus knocks down SilverHawk with insult after insult. “But here is one man that is smart to see opportunity when it knocks,” Points at E.R.A. “He knew that siding with the owner and the current World champion of ACW, would do wonders for his career. And his decision definitely paid off, because now he can say that in his debut match…” Jeers get louder and louder, the trash keeps coming toward the ring. 

“E.R.A won the second highest title in the promotion, who else can hold that honor? Can these fans in attendance say that?” Osyrus takes a dramatic pause. “No… Can any of those lousy wrestlers in the back claim that accolade?” Takes another pause as he paces back and forth in the ring, getting more and more angrier as the crowd continues to boo. “No! And how about SilverHawk, the most pathetic man of them all. He can’t even say that he held the title for at least an hour, so why should he even be recognized as man that held the title?” 

“But there is one thing that I do want to give SilverHawk credit for… I want to give him credit for taking the easy way out, by being a pussy and not showing up tonight! He should just stay at home with his wife and daughters, nursing his elbow injury…” Osyrus mockingly rubs his elbow as if it were in pain, which gets a loud negative reaction from the crowd.. “And spend the rest of his days thinking about the golden years of his career because once he comes back, that is if he does come back… I will kill off the legend for good!” He motions the camera to zoom in tight, catching all the emotions that are expressed on his face as his true feeling about Hawk are shown. “My one goal in ACW right now, is to the rid the world of the man known as SilverHawk And mark my words, I will do just that. Hawk, you’re days are numbered…” Osyrus’ tone gets lower and more cynical. 

“YOUR DAYS ARE FUCKING NUMBERED! 

*Footage of SilverHawk getting attacked in the ring at Relentless is shown before the trio, Winters Inc. leaves the ring. * 

One Last Chance

*Earlier Today* 

It was only an hour before courage 5 was scheduled to hit the air, but there was some business that needed to be taken care of, and couldn't wait until courage was live. Ivan figured that he would get this little business out of the way as soon as possible, so he could get back to doing what he does best. 

Ivan entered the building with his mind-set on one thing, and that was destruction. 

His strut through the building was with confidence. He didn't want to show he was scared, because that ounce of thought never did approach his mind. 

As Ivan entered the office, Ethan greeted him with a smile and a firm handshake. 

"Glad you could make it Ivan..." 

Ethan sat in his luxurious chair, clutching his pen and his face filled with power and thought. He was getting down to business and there was only one thing left to do. 

"Now Ivan I know you gave it your all last week...but you fucking failed me!" 

"I…" 

Ivan couldn't even get a simple word in before Ethan started up again. 

"I don't care what you have to say. I will tell you this though. Your chances are about up and you have one chance left to prove that your worthy of even entering the building when it is graced with this fine company." 

Business was picking up as usual and Ivan seemed to be getting the end of the deal. 

"Tonight you will not fight for your United States title. I don't think you deserve that title with what you have proven to me so far, but I will give you something else. 

Your ability I have seen in the ring and out and I know what you have and what you don't. I know everything about you Ivan and don't think that you’re going to pull a fast one on me. 

You’re stuck in ACW until I say so. 

You want a title around your waist; well I will give you a shot. 

Tonight your shot will be for the TV Title against a man I think is even worthless then you at this point in time, Aaron Ward." 

The challenge was laid down in full force, but that wasn't the end of it. 

"And get me on this Ivan. If you fuck up and screw me over again like that shit you pulled at Relentless. You will be shown the door pale because this match is now under my authority, and I’m making it a loser is fired match!" 

And so business had been taken care of, but now only the plans needed to be carried out and Ivan had only one more chance to prove that ACW was the place for him.

    
Mask Vs. Mask
Wombat Guerrera Vs Dilly Dawg

"Tao of the Machine" by The Roots begin to play in the arena and everyone glances over towards the entrance way. The lights in the arena shut off and blue lights begin blazing everywhere, smoke fills up the entrance way, and out steps one of tonight's masked marauders. Dilly Dawg wearing his usual blue outfit steps out to a welcoming back roar from the fans of Dillyism. Dilly Dawg struts down the ramp flexing his new rippling muscles thanks to genetic engineered products to make people huge. 

As Dilly Dawg steps in the ring and poses on the turnbuckles, "Freedom" by Jimi Hendrix takes control of the PA system. Marching out from the back is the very undersized, inexperienced, and very under dogged Wombat Guerrera who has come away with quite a few victories lately. Wombat steps into the ring where he notices the increased size of Dilly Dawg from when he saw him on television and was shocked. "Freedom" stops playing and the referee checks both men for foreign objects and pulls out nunchucks, brass knuckles, and a bag of powder from Dilly Dawg's trunks. The referee sounds for the bell as the match begins.

The Self-Proclaimed God stepped out ready to tear some limbs off of Wombat Guerrera, but Wombat had different ideas. Dilly Dawg walked right over towards Wombat but he didn't feel like having anything like that and ran right out of ring at first. Dilly Dawg decided to give some chase towards him and slid out of the ring to pursue his victim. Wombat Guerrera ran over towards the announcer table, took a water bottle and launched it towards Dilly Dawg exploding on him. 

Dilly began sprinting towards Wombat Guerrera but couldn't catch him. In this game of cat and mouse, Wombat Guerrera won as the mouse and jumped inside the ring. Wombat was praying that this wore down Dilly enough to break him down and pin him. Dilly Dawg slowly climbed into the ring and as soon as he stepped over the ropes, Wombat Guerrera unleashed a vicious drop kick to drop Dilly Dawg back to the outside.

Dilly Dawg lands hard on his shoulder and lays still on the ground for a little bit as Wombat Guerrera eyes Dilly up from the ring. Wombat Guerrera bounces off the ropes farthest away from Dilly Dawg and launches himself onto the top ropes, turns around, and unleashes a vicious moonsault on the already downed Dilly Dawg. The crowd lets out a giant roar as Wombat Guerrera begins to take control.

Wombat Guerrera picks up the battered Dilly Dawg and throws him into the steel steps and he lands hard, hard enough to move the steps from place. Wombat picks up Dilly Dawg and Irish whips him into the guard rail where Dilly's arms catch the guard rail. Wombat Guerrera runs towards the guard rail and leaps onto them, he maintains his balance and eyes Dilly up. Wombat leaps into the air and nails a vicious DDT onto the dominated Dilly Dawg. 

Feeling confident and persistent on winning this match, Wombat Guerrera picks up Dilly and throws him under the ropes and into the ring. Wombat picks up Dilly Dawg and goes for a kick to the midsection, Dilly catches it and Wombat Guerrera goes for a insiguri. Dilly Dawg amazingly ducks this and spins Wombat around with a wastelock and throws him over with a release German suplex.

Both men lay on the mat exhausted after a short little stint in combat and they both get up at the same time. Wombat a little dazed from the powerful German suplex, goes for a punch to the face but it was blocked by the self-proclaimed god. Dilly Dawg returned what his opponent wanted to do, right to his face and knocks him back. Wombat Guerrera goes for a haymaker and completely misses, Dilly Dawg waits for Wombat to turn completely around before picking him up and nailing a side-walk slam. From here, Mr. Dawg goes into a figure-four leg lock to try and stabilize the high-flying machine known as Wombat Guerrera. 

Dilly Dawg locks it in as Wombat Guerrera tries to fight the immense pain. Wombat nearly turns over to reverse the move but he can't move the man solid as Mt. Olympus. Wombat Guerrera then tries reaching for the ropes, but Dilly Dawg just wanted to tempt the little guy with the ropes and drag him back to the middle of the ring. Wombat just about gave up when there was a large pop heard from the crowd. Wombat began slapping the mat for energy and it seemed to be working as he realized Dilly Dawg let go of the hold.

As Wombat got up, he found Ron Williams knocking him right over..

Ron Williams attacked Dilly Dawg during the figure four and Dilly released the hold to duck a clothesline by Ron. It all made sense to Wombat now as he got up to see the brute strength of Dilly Dawg put to the test. Dilly Dawg picked up the fat and English bastard and gave him a devastating scoop slam, which wasn't so devastating, but it looked like it. Dilly Dawg gave a nice elbow drop to Ron Williams in the sternum and kicked him out of the ring. Dilly Dawg raised his hands in the air in celebration of overcoming Ron Williams in his attempt to ruin his match and turned right around to get welcomed with a variation of the Dilly Driver, Dilly's finisher. Wombat picked the massive man up and slammed him right to the mat and rolled Dilly's legs up. 

With Dilly Dawg rolled up in a ball and Wombat covering with all his might, all the referee could do was count.

One..

Two..

Three..

Wombat Guerrera has come away with an amazing win over the overrated Dilly Dawg who got knocked out by his own finisher, modified by Wombat. Wombat Guerrera gets up cheering and runs out of the ring as "Freedom" by Jimi Hendrix begins to jam in the arena. Wombat Guerrera begins playing air guitar as ACW goes to commercial.

Winner : Wombat Guerrera

KaGe...

My whole life I felt I've needed something more. Like what I had wasn't good enough. When I got my first bike I wanted a motorcycle. When I got the motorcycle I wanted a car. When I got a car I waited a more expensive car. The same thing goes for my wrestling career. I started the XCW World Champion. But I wanted more. I came to XWF and captured the Hard-core title, than the TV title, than the IC title, than the US title and the Tag Championships. Sounds like a lot, but as always I want more. And its about time I get more.

The scene opens with a man in an all black business suit walking through the backstage area. He is very built and looks to be about 6'8". He greets some of the wrestlers as he walks up to the office of Ethan Winters. He raises his hand to knock on the door, but instead just walks in. He sits in front of the desk and puts his name on a piece of blank paper. He then speaks

"Does this mean I am signed?" He says sort of comedically 

"Tyrone Spencer I presume." Replies Winters 

"Just call me KaGe, or Champion if you'd like. Enough with the introduction when is my first match. I want to make an impact and a speedy one at that." Say KaGe as he rubs his hands together with extreme anxiousness. 

"Hold your horses buddy. Soon enough I will put you in the ring. I know you background and know what a great asset you can be to the ACW. Just let me take it up with the rest of the board and by the middle of this week I will have something for you" Says Winters as he shows KaGe the door. 

"That will work. So say around Tuesday I get a call from you, maybe sooner. Here's my cell phone number. I can't wait to hurt something and continue my world wide quest for gold and recognition." States KaGe as he walks out of the office and back towards the parking lot. 

"I really don't like that guy, but I respect his ring talent. The board will be happy at my decision to bring him in" Says winters as he closes the door to his office.

The Deal

The camera shows the outside of the arena. 

In the bottom corner of the screen it says that the footage was taken earlier in the day. The outside of the arena is full of people walking around and entering the arena to come see the weekly ACW show. 

One man stands out in particular as he is holding up a sign that reads "Looking for females to star in a porno." above his head. Most people just continue to walk past the man and ignore him but a few stop and talk to the guy. Most end up walking away with a look on their face that makes them seem grossed out or others walk away laughing. Then the camera turns and shows the entrance to the arena and we can see that Ethan Winters is making his way out with a few security guards right behind him. Winters doesn't look too happy and he quickly approaches the man with the sign.

"Hey buddy, what the hell do you think you're doing? This is my arena and you're on my property. Get the hell out of here." says Winters in a smug and cocky tone.

The man turns around and looks at Winters. He gets a smile on his face and lowers the sign down next to his waist. The man then reaches his hand out for a handshake that Ethan just looks out and shrugs off. The man finally pulls back his hand and wipes the smile off his face and gets a more serious look about him.

"I'm out here trying to find some 'talent' for my new movie. It's going to be called Wild Fountain of Pleasure. I figured this would be a good place to get some potential candidates for the movie. Didn't know it would cause any trouble." says the man looking innocently at Winters.

Ethan Winters is a business man first and foremost. He always has a scheme or idea brewing in that over sized brain of his. Winters saw an opportunity and he took it. Winters quickly gets a smile on his face and pats the man on the shoulder.

"Well, I'll tell you what. How about we work out a little deal?" says Winters with a grin.

"What kind of deal?" says the man looking a little weary.

"Well...how about next week on Courage you compete in a match. If you win the match then I'll let you stand outside the arena and look for some 'talent' as long as you would like." says Winters enthusiastically.

The man looks quite surprised at the offer.

"What's the catch?" the man says.

"Well...if you lose then I'll have to have you arrested for doing business on my property. Sounds fair to me." Winters said with a smile, reaching out his hand to finalize the deal.

The man looks at Winters for a second then down at Winters hand. He starts to reach out his hand but then pulls it back.

"Just one match right? If I win I get to advertise all I want?" The man said.

"Yep, you got it." said Winters.

"Alright. You got a deal." the man said as he shook Winters hand.

"One last question, what's your name?" Winters asked the man.

"Ash. Ash Wild." Said the man now known as Ash Wild.

"Well Ash, I look forward to seeing you compete next week. Until then, get the hell off my property." and with those final words Winters snapped his finger and the two security guards who accompanied him promptly grabbed Ash Wild and dragged him off as the camera faded to commercial.

    
ACW Television Title
ICU Vs Aaron Ward

This was the match for all the marbles. The match that would decide one mans fate in the company and another mans new path to gold as he will become the new TV. Champion. The stipulation laid down for this match was that whoever loses will be gone from ACW forever and whoever prevails will walk away with the new TV. Title around their waste. It was now time to get the match underway and see who would be packing their bags for good. 

"Raw" by Staind hits the loud speakers and the fans give a mixed reaction to the winless man known as Aaron Ward. He needed a win now more then ever and he knew it and all the fans knew it. Aaron Ward strolled out from behind the curtain and peered out in to the jam packed arena. Would this be the last time he saw the beauty of a jam packed arena with fans cheering him on? He was about to find out. Ward quickly made his way down the entrance ramp and over to the ringside steps. He quickly climbed up them and entered the ring. It was apparent that Ward was eager to get this match underway. He quietly awaited his opponent waiting to strike. 

The arena grew quiet as they knew who was coming out next. The lights focused on the entrance ramp and as they did the man himself made his way out from behind the curtains, ICU. The man that had lost the U.S. Title at the PPV and was now about to put his career in ACW on the line for the chance to win the TV. Title. Was it worth it? Damn sure was to him. ICU stalked down the entrance ramp with an evil glare plastered on his face. ICU quickly made his way over to the ring steps and entered the ring with a purpose. It was time for him to get intense, it was time for him to win himself another title. The ref quickly signaled for the bell to get the match going. 

ICU with emotions flaring, charged at the unsuspecting Aaron Ward and knocked him down. Ward would quickly come up to his feet only to be tossed into the corner by the much more powerful ICU. ICU drove boots into Ward's midsection. Ward fell helplessly to the ground. The fans booed at ICU. He just smiled and lifted Ward back up by his hair. Falling suplex from ICU. Ward hits the mat with a thud. ICU goes for the pin. 

One 

Two 

T - kickout by Ward. 

Another big smile from ICU as he drags Ward up to his feet. ICU throws a punch but its blocked by Ward who strikes back with a couple of right hands. Ward bounces off the far rope and is then put down hard with a spinebuster by ICU. Ward crawls towards the ropes as ICU just walks along side of him. Boot to Ward's back but he continues crawling. He pulls himself up and turns. Only to be put down by a charging ICU clothesline. Showing no mercy ICU locks him in a sleeper hold. Ward fights the effects and climbs to his feet. Sleeperhold Suplex by ICU and another pin fall attempt. 

One 

Two 

Thre - another kickout by Ward. 

ICU pulls Ward back to his feet. Ward is able to escape his grasp by sending a elbow into his midsection. He sends ICU into the ropes and ducks a clothesline. ICU turns back around and gets drilled by a European uppercut. Ward bounces off the ropes once again but this time ICU catches him and hoists him onto his shoulders for Critical Condition. 

One 

Two 

Three 

ICU pops right back up to his feet after the easy victory. He rolls from the ring and grabs his title. The ACW TV Title. Not as good as what he had before but it was an accomplishment. He proved something to the ACW staff and all those fucks people call "fans". 

Winner and the FIRST TV CHAMPION : ICU

Regret

Winters was not a very forgiving man...but he was if you were a certain ACW World Champion that is, but one man who has been given his fair share of chances was eXistenZ. It was unknown if the man formerly from the fighting federation reVenge had been signed up by Winters in the first place, or if he had just been taken for the ride by both Wombat Guerrera and Winters, it was questioned whether he knew it or not.

eXi sat in Winters' office, twiddling his thumbs as he awaited the ACW Owner, and as he rushed through the door, eXi sprung up on his seat and sat up, trying to make a good impression. Winters dropped a huge stack of papers on the desk as he sat down and gave eXi a mean looking stare.

"Jarrod...it seems as if most of the roster decided to let me down on the PPV last week, you were one of them. I gave you that contract in good faith that you would go out there and show me something, and you fell flat on your face. Tonight I am going to do you a favour though, a big one..."

"What's that boos? A Title match like ICU got?"

"No...this week I am going to keep you out of harm, so that you cannot be beaten anymore, see this stack of paper, I would like you to go and get me 5 copies of each piece and make it snappy."

As Winters placed the heap of papers on eXi's lap and ushered him out of the door. As eXi left he dropped the top sheet and as he went to pick it up, the rest fell to the floor, as the halls erupted in laughter...

What had he got himself into?

Revenge

The fans had become restless in their seats…vendors shouted eagerly to try and sell some sort of product just to make ends meat. What a show Courage had been so far but no one was expecting what would happen next. The lights went out and the tron sprung to life as images of druids walking side-by-side carrying torches and humming chimes. 

Everything began to swirl as a red mist began to seep from the stage and down the ramp. It soon found it's way to the ring and a figured dressed just like the druids stood in the ring. His only difference was he was a lot bigger and his robe was red. The figure never said a word, he only raised his hand and pointed toward the tron. The word "Revenge" popped up in blood red letters.

They slowly broke away and a whisper of a child filled the arena.

"He's coming back," 

With that a flash of light went off, the arena went dark, and then the lights returned to normal. The ring was empty but the fog remained…leaving the question…

Who was that man?

A Contest?

The shot slowly faded backstage, to show Ethan Winters watching ICU's Television title win over Aaron Ward. 

Ethan was graced with an evil looking smirk upon his face, has his eyes were glued to the television monitor, but from behind him walked up a man whom had not been seen on ACW TV for a few weeks, many had said he had been fired.

Brad Douglas 

"Ethan, you can't possibly have your eye on that kid...' 

'Of course I do, he's an animal, what's it to you anyway Douglas?' 

'What it is to me? 

Well I think that there is a better man for the job...' 

'What job would that be Douglas? Making fun of deaf people like you did to Moses, or are you trying to imply that you are better than Ivan?' 

'Not only that, but I feel I would suit the group better then him. 

'Suit the group better? You feel that you could hang with two of the best wrestlers on the planet? Well, we haven't seen much of you in ring...so you are going to have to do more than talk to get in my good books..' 

'What the hell do you mean by that?' 

'From the looks of things, ICU is ahead of you in points already....' 

As Winters walks away, leaving Brad standing there... 

'What the fuck does that mean' 

*Drool*

Walking through the back halls of the arena eXistenZ seems to be in his own world. A place he is often in. In the distance the cheers of the crowd can be heard as a match is taking place, but back there behind the scenes eXi looks to be oblivious to anything. 

Hearing the crowd cheer in the arena eXi looks around "How'd they find out I was here?" he asks no one im-particular but unlike his usual sessions of talking to himself he hears a voice other than his. 

In an angelic soft southern tone "Sugah inyone can tell when greatness in dah arena." 

Her words lifted eXi from the hard concrete from which he stood as she almost floated in his direction. Tracing her ruby red finger nails across his jaw to his chin she watched as the Goosebumps appeared to follow her fingernails path. 

eXi trembled slightly as he took in the image of this barely over five foot, long blonde hair with brown streaks emerald eyed beauty. Her skin was as ivory, looking as though it had never been violated by the sun. Her touch was as silk, gentle and seductive as of a storybook vampire. And her voice... her voice was as the morning breeze easily uplifting to all it touched. 

Stuttering eXi tried to talking "C..ca..can I..i..i h..he..hel..help you?" 

Chase walked around the very well built eXi tracing his abs with her hand she wraps her arms around his waist making almost a purring sound. 

"Why sugah just bein here is all dah help Ah'm in need of." she whispers over his shoulders her warm breath engulfing the back of his ear. 

Before eXi could reply three ACW security guards turned the corner, all looking highly upset as they caught the sight of eXi standing with the woman who had eluded them at the wrestler's entrance. 

"MAM!" one of the large men shouts. 

No not large as in well built, large as in usual rent-a-cop large, heavily enjoying the foods of their labor. 

"Mam if you will kindly come with us." chimes in another of the security officers. 

As they approach she purrs into eXi's ear "Dey commin tah get meh, you not gon' let dem take meh are yah sugah?" 

eXi's eyes roll into the back of his head before he tucks her away behind his back trying to protect her almost. Casting almost a forceful glare eXi looks over the trio of tubby's. 

"You guys get back to work!" eXi shouts "The lady is staying with me!" 

"But, she snuck in." one retores. 

"I don't care! She stays!" eXi exclaims sending the guards back to their post. 

"Ooh eXi Ah had no idea how forceful you could be. All tah save lil' Ole meh." Chase smiles as her ruby lips pressed ever so genteelly against eXi's cheek. 

"W...we...wel...well sometimes y..yo...you have to stand up for these things." eXi spits out. 

Taking eXi by the hand Chase leads him off through the halls "Ah'm truly honoahed tah have you here keeping lil' Ole meh safe from dose rent-dah-cops." 

A Short Stay

The cold hard floor was unforgiving for a man of his injuries, but maybe it was being a little less forgiving as he had placed these injuries upon himself. Life wasn't worth living at this moment in time, but when life isn't worth living and you cannot end it, you are left with a road that will not end of an unnatural finish.

Blood dripped over his face as he lay motionless on the floor, but as a chill came from his left hand side and a gust of wind shifted dust particles as they danced around his head, he looked the other way, almost in disgust.

"Have I failed you again?"

"No my son...not at all, I know that your only quest in this life is to be with the forgotten."

"My mother will never be forgotten, even if my quest to find her is, she will never be forgotten in my mind."

As the man rose from the ground, he wiped himself off of dust and other particles of dirt before moving over to a chair and resting his weary legs. A sigh exited his body as he attended to his wounds before he began talking again.

"My journey is not going as I had planned, I am now...in uncharted territory for which has cost me at least 5 days on the journey."

"It does not matter how long the journey takes, just as long as you accomplish the task you were placed on this Earth for, but it seems that you have came to a standstill in your journey."

"It does seem so...therefore, I must stay here until I can find the knowledge to carry on, I already have a place in mind to be able to keep myself here for a while."

"You will return to fighting for money?"

"Not fighting...but wrestling."

"Are you sure that the council will allow you such skills?"

The man rose form his seated position and groaned as he took his sweat soaked t-shirt off and dropped it to the ground. His body was lacerated multiple times on it's surface, canyons of damage traveled all over his skin, some wounds were fresh, some were old scars which were just as crimson as they day they were sculpted.

"If it helps me on my journey, I have no qualms that the council will allow me. I have no targets in wrestling, therefore I will do no damage."

He reached over for a clean t-shirt as he put it on, blood was already invading the material as he sat back down, touching his head as blood ran from his skull down his back.

"Yes but...what if you do make enemies? 

We do not want to be exposed."

"Don't worry about exposure...I will keep myself quiet until I decide to move on...I wouldn't be able to make very much commotion in this small time federation any way or other, so it should not be a problem for you or the council."

The man rose to his feet once again, and walked over to a bed, were he picked up a ruck sack in which he lived out of. He placed the soaked t-shirt in the bag and then zipped it up and placed it back on the floor.

"Those cuts look deep, are you sure you should not be seeing a doctor?"

"They will heal up by tomorrow, and I've seen enough doctors to last a life time..."

"That is good to hear, I will visit you again soon enough..."

"Hopefully not too soon..."

Ready To Go

Red O’Brian is seen walking toward his a limo, where his chauffer opens the door.  Red turns to him before entering…

“Have you ever had a major feeling of dejavú?”

The chauffer shrugs his shoulders and takes Red’s bag.  Red sits down inside without closing the door for a moment, and the chauffer comes back.

“Take me to a bar, I think I need a drink.”

The chauffer nods, then closes the door, he walks around the front of the vehicle and climbs in the front seat.  The engine is heard starting, and the limo peels out…  the camera focuses on the rear window as it goes out of view…  on it is spray painted “G.F.I.D.”

“It means God Forgives, I Don’t…  he’d better get used to it.”  A voice is heard, and the camera swings around, just in time for the end of a tattered black trench coat to slink back into the shadows of the dim parking lot.  A can of spray paint is tossed behind him as he leaves the scene.

The Osyrus Invitational

This next contest is about a demonstration to his doubters. 

When he walks down that aisle, one thing will be going through his mind. 

How is he going to inflict pain on whoever dared to face him in this ring?

His hands tighten and his knuckles cracked as he thought about what cruel things he would do in a matter of minutes… His goal for tonight was making these fans in attendance and the millions watching around the world, fear him more than they did previously.  Seeing the tears roll down the cheeks of young wrestling fans; as their idols were being torn apart by his hands, made him smile and gain happiness. Like a child awaking to their very first Christmas morning. 

The hatred is what he loved. The frustration and rage from the fans toward him, burned inside him and that made his anger and fury even stronger towards his opponents. He could never understand why the people would boo and jeer such a talent like himself? Don’t wrestling fans enjoy watching talented wrestlers in the ring? Than why boo a man that is the personification of the talent they enjoyed? But to him, it really didn’t matter in the end. Because nothing was going to change, the fans were still going to boo and Osyrus was still going cripple and maim his opponents… Gaining victory after victory while retaining his championship title!

In mere moments, he was going to give a certain former Us champion a good enough reason to stay gone… Rather than face the danger that lie waiting for him if he was foolish to return. Seven years SilverHawk waited for a chance at gold in AcW, and he was going to show his recent nemesis that he might want to wait another seven than to face the beast known as Osyrus.

To slowly kill a legend is what he sought for, but  to kill a legend is what he was going to do. 

The Osyrus Invitational

“Born with Nothing, Die with Everything” by Papa Roach begins to rip into the Nationwide Arena, as footage of Osyrus is shown on the bigSCREEN going in sync with the music. Jeers fill the arena as the black curtain is pulled back and the World champion steps onto the stage, trash thrown from every direction at him. Osyrus just smirks as he walks down the ramp way very slowly, his manager by his side, as the ring announcer introduces him to the crowd,

“Accompanied by the GREATEST cruiserweight in the world, Ryojin Tachikawa. He is 6’6”… Weighing in a 285 pounds, and is the current ACW World Heavyweight Champion… This is Osyrus!” The crowd tried to drown out the introduction with boos, but to no avail. Osyrus steps through ropes, taking a few steps toward the announcer, before snatching the microphone out of his hand. He pats the mic a couple times before he explains what everyone is about to see tonight.

“Tonight you will see pain caused by me plain and simple,” The world champ states as the crowd jeers his cocky attitude. “In this very ring, I will invite four superstars to come down to this ring and showcase their talent to the whole world, where other promotions they might not get such a chance. But the big question is where are these superstars coming from, to enter this ring in a few moments…” He takes a pause as the crowd is silent in anticipation.

“The WWF?…” The crowd pops.

“No…” Jeers and boos begin.

“The Asylum?…”  An even louder eruption is heard at the mention of the name.

“Hell No, those freaks.” Coke cups and paper balls shower the ring, as Osyrus just smirks.

“The fWo?…”   A thunderous roar of emotion is heard only to be killed by one word…

“Nah, I wouldn’t want to destroy some of their talent roster before the damn fed opened up!” 

Shut the hell up chants begin echo in the arena as Osyrus begins to grow angry and tired of teasing so he just cuts to the chase.

“These wrestlers are coming for the sorriest fucking place in the entire world, and that is from right here in Cleveland, Ohio!” Loud jeers and boos start up again as Osyrus is in mid sentence. “Because my opponents are none than local talent!!!” The mention of the word local talent makes some fans head for head for the exits, but majority of the fans stay in their seats. What if someone from their home town pulled an up set over Osyrus… They couldn’t miss that for the world.

“Let’s start this shit.” Osyrus demands as he drops the microphone on the canvas as “Courage” by Alien Ant Farm, ACW's theme song played through the speaker system.

“Introducing first, He is ‘6’1”… Weighing in at an astounding 350 pounds…This Ralphus!” The first thing seen is a large, disgusting looking belly, as Ralphus walks out from the backstage area. A matching attire of red covers Ralphus from head to toe. Knee pads, elbow pads and tight trunks make the man look like Kool-aid man from the early 80’s. He slowly walks down the ramp way, belly jiggling from side to side, as the World champ laughs so hard that he falls on the mat, holding his stomach. The crowd is stunned, never seeing the cold hearted, sadistic Osyrus show this much emotion in his life. Ralphus finally enters the ring, seeing the world champion enjoying a good laugh at his expense. He charges and belly flops on the champion. The ref makes the count,

One… Osyrus easily powers at one, standing up quickly as the laughing stops and a frowning begins.

He charges toward Ralphus, catching him in the stomach with a knee lift that drops the big man to a knee. Ralphus, pain stretched across his face looks up to Osyrus, mouthing the words, “Don’t hurt me.” The champ smiles back at Ralphus before flooring him with a stiff right haymaker to the jaw. Osyrus begins to stomp away at the midsection of Ralphus, every boot aimed on the rib and bread basket region of the body. He picks up Ralphus off the canvas, quickly shooting him into the ropes before driving another knee into the stomach of his opponent. 

Osyrus changes his attack, now elbow dropping the throat and stomach area of Ralphus, the crowd boos this obvious miss match in talent. Ralphus shows heart, trying to get back to his feet as Osyrus stands back snickering at the most disgusting wrestler he has seen in the ring. He quickly gets behind Ralphus, trying to go for the waist lock but can’t get his arms around the large belly of Ralphus. He instead lifts Ralphus up by his hips, dropping him on the back of his head with a back drop driver, Osyrus calls Neck Trauma. 

Ralphus squirms on the canvas holding the back of his neck, as Osyrus signals for the end. He rolls Ralphus onto his stomach, straddling his upper back and pulls up on Ralphus’ head/upper body. Osyrus reaches over the Ralphus’ head and arms so that his head is facing upward and trapped under Osyrus’ arm. Ralphus screams out in pain as Osyrus pulls back more intensely, adding more pressure on the back as Ralphus final gives up as he taps out to the Dragon Clutch.

Osyrus drops Ralphus back to the canvas, as Ralphus is rolled out of the ring by the referee. Osyrus turns to talk with Ryojin as the next superstar slides in the ring, striking Osyrus in the back with lighting fast kicks. The startled AcW superstar turns around, catching a round house kick in the jaw that sends him to the mat.

The mystery superstar goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Osyrus kicks away at the last second. He gets back onto his feet as the mystery superstar now introduced as Mr. X goes for another roundhouse kick but is ducked by Osyrus. X goes for a standing side kick, but Osyrus counters by catching the right foot. He pulls him closer to him as he hooks under it, so his arm is under the leg of X. 

Osyrus reaches over the head/neck with his free arm and locks his hands, so the X is bent down with his head and leg is held up in the air. Osyrus lifts the X up and falls backwards, throwing the victim over his head. X crashes to the mat as Osyrus follows up with a half Boston crab in the center of the ring on the same leg. Anger and frustration is written across the face of the world champion as he pulls back hard on the leg of X, yelling obscenities like, “Tap out or I’ll break your leg!” X still continues to fight off the pain.

Osyrus lets go of the one leg submission lock, as he pulls X back to his feet before grabbing the right leg again. The crowd can feel the desperation of X, they know that he has to escape this maneuver or this match will be over, just as fast as the last one. Osyrus holds the leg tightly, possibly going to wrench it with a leg whip… X sees this coming as he jumps off the canvas with his other leg, trying to connect an Enziguiri, but Osyrus ducks in time. 

Both men get to their feet at the same time, Osyrus regains the advantage though, driving his shoulder into the ankle of X with a chop block. X collapses to the mat, writhing in pain as he holds his leg. Osyrus pulls X up by his hair before grabbing and wrenching the leg with a vicious dragon screw leg whip. The world champ isn’t finished yet. He grabs the leg again, doing another dragon screw leg whip on the injured leg of X as he tries to crawl away from Osyrus. 

A sinister smirk appears on the ruthless superstar’s face, before grabbing the leg once again, before scissoring it and synching in a full nelson on X in the middle of the ring. Osyrus rolls to one side, ending up on his back and Mr. X is elevated off the mat and in the air, facing upward. Osyrus pulls back on X neck, adding more pressure as the ref calls for the bell.  Another submission, known as Cruel and Unusual punishment gets the job done for Osyrus.

“Our next competitor coming down to the ring, this is Steele.” Osyrus’ next opponent walked down the ramp way, and unlike the past two superstars, he looks like he is in great shape. Steele walks up the ring steps, and across the apron before slingshotting himself over the top rope, which does impress Osyrus much. The World champ goes for the clothesline, Steele ducks and rolls Osyrus up.

One…

Two…

Osyrus barely kicks out at the last second. The crowd is in shock that this hometown boy, who is unknown to almost all, nearly got the one… two… three on Osyrus. Steele gets to his feet first, hammering away on Osyrus as he shoots him off the ropes. Steele goes for the clothesline, Osyrus ducks and bounces off the other ropes. 

Osyrus comes charging back toward Steele with good velocity, as he turns his back to him, nailing a reverse back elbow that catches flush on the jaw of the hometown boy. Osyrus quickly scoops Steele up, before body slamming him to the canvas with authority. He bounces off the ropes afterwards, looking for the elbow drop but misses.

Steele waits for Osyrus to charge at him again, Osyrus does as planned with Steele looking for the belly to belly suplex, but what a bad idea that was. Osyrus obviously the stronger of the two reverses and sends Steele for the ride. He lifts and throws him backwards, but angles Steele so he flips over and land stomach/chest first on the mat. The crowd pops the thud sound Steele makes when he hits the canvas.  

Osyrus picks his opponent up quickly before slipping behind him, he grabs one of Steele’s arms and bends it behind their back and places his hand so it at the top of Steele’s shoulder. Osyrus uses their other free arm to reach around the face area of his opponent, so his forearm is across their nose/face. Osyrus suplexes Steele right on the top of his neck, folding him up like an accordion. Osyrus goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Osyrus pulls Steele off the mat, that tactic gets the jeers and boos filling the arena. Osyrus pulls Steele back to his feet by his neck as he hooks the arm and neck of Steele, dropping his unlucky adversary on his head once again with a very stiff looking head and arm suplex. 

Osyrus knows he is in control, holding his arms out, daring anyone from the crowd to stop the abuse in the ring. He turns his attention back to Steele,  kicking him in the chest as Steele fight to get back to his feet. Steele fires a couple of jabs into Osyrus’ bead basket, which seem to have no affect as the world champion Irish whips him into the ropes. Steele comes back, but gets maliciously taken down by his throat, thanks to a hooking clothesline across his throat from the current AcW world champ. Osyrus slowly drops to a knee as he goes for another cover.

One…

Two…

Once again Steele is pulled off the canvas. The crowd is starting to grow tired of this contest, what is the point if all Osyrus is going to do is beat down these athletes for the hell of it? Steele gets back to his feet as Osyrus just stands off the side, allowing him to do so. 

The champ rushes Steele, picking him off the mat, driving him into a nearby corner. He smashes elbows into his jaw, then drives shoulders into the ribs of Steele, because now there is truly no where to run. Osyrus shoots Steele across the ring, as Osyrus follows closely, driving a hard spear into Steele’s stomach. He collapses on the canvas, holding his stomach as Osyrus covers his mouth as he yawns. The contest was seriously boring our world champion. He thought that he would get a challenge but was totally wrong. He lifts Steele up, this time he was going to end it for good…

Osyrus applies a front face lock on Steele and throws his near arm across their shoulders. He grabs the Steele’s near leg and hooks it. Osyrus lifts him so his opponent is upside down. He shifts Steele so he is in front of his body. Osyrus sits down and drops Steele straight down so he lands on his head. 

Reckless Abandon from Osyrus. A stiff cradle suplex spelled the end for this opponent.

One…

Two…

Three!

All of a sudden…

“Seek and Destroy” by Soulfly roars into the Nationwide arena as Osyrus turns his attention to the entrance way. The crowd comes alive, awake for the first time in this match. Could their idol have returned to seek revenge on the man that attacked him last week.

“Coming down the ring, height unknown, weight known… Here is ???.”  Even if the stats were unknown by the announcer, Osyrus and fans had a good idea who it was. The man donning a mask ran down the ramp way, sliding in the ring. The masked man just stared at Osyrus, not making a move as Steele got back to his feet as well. The masked man charged toward Steele, hooking a front face lock, before dropping him with an ace crusher. 

Osyrus stood stunned. Could this man be SilverHawk, after witnessing the breakdown being performed right in front of his eyes…

The masked man reached behind his mask, slowly pulling it off as everyone waited to see the face behind it. The mask finally came off, but it wasn’t SilverHawk behind it. Osyrus’ nervous look turned to a smile as he hugged the individual that stood in the ring. The crowd started the jeers once again as this had must a been all a plan to trick the fans into thinking Hawk was coming back. Ryojin entered the ring, microphone in hand as he told the told the fans what they had just witnessed…

“Tonight, we have come full circle. Tonight, you have just witnessed the arrival of the superstar that will single handily make all your lives a living hell here in ACW! This mystery man is none other than multiple time champion around the world, the innovator of offense and tag team partner of Osyrus. Ladies and Gentleman… I give you KaGe!!!!!”

All three men raise their arms into the air, as the crowd continues to let them have it in the ring, with trash and jeers.

As Winters Inc. grows, so does the tilt of power in ACW, who will come to the fans' rescue?

The next 7 days can't come quick enough.