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Introduction

Life and the world of wrestling federations seem to have a lot in common, these days especially.

As soon as you think things cannot possibly get any worse...they do.

It seemed as if Ethan Winters was the King of the World last week, as he looked on at yet another new addition to his stable, in X Wrestling's star KaGe.

This week Winters has put on a special "Tryout" match, in which the winner would be given a place into his federation, under his wing.

All of this goes on as the main story of last week was the no-show of SilverHAWK, who had only been seen leaving a hotel room late last week, to travel home to his wife and child.

Although this week Winters may see his Try-Out match and the wrestling debut of KaGe as the big news on the show, only one man will take the headlines tomorrow morning...

     
Ash Wild Vs. ?

It had been one hell of a week for Ash Wild.

He had started out last Sunday standing in front of an arena advertising and trying to find some women to star in his movie. Now a week later he was standing behind a pair of curtains in a jam packed arena.

On the other side of those curtains was the arena filled with rabid fans waiting for the action to begin. He had never been so petrified in his life but he knew deep down that he had to do this. He couldn't back out now, he made a deal with Mr. Winters and he wanted to go through with it. It was now time to compete in his first ever wrestling match. Will it be his last match? Only time will tell.

"Bootylicious" by Destiny's Child hits the speakers inside the arena and the fans get weird looks on their faces. They're not sure who the theme music belongs to and they're quite surprised at the selection of music. After a few seconds Ash Wild slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain.

The fans just kind of stare at him not even sure of who he is. Ash just stands in front of the curtain froze with fear. He stares out in to the crowd and sees all the faces on him and doesn't know what to do.

Eventually the ring announcer announces his name and it snaps him back to reality. He slowly starts his way to the ring as the fans just continue to look at him, not sure of how to react. Ash finally makes it to ringside and just stares in to the ring not totally sure if he was doing the right thing any longer.

Finally the ref motioned for him to enter the ring and he quickly crawled under the bottom rope and stood up. He looked around the ring and then just stood there awaiting for the match to start.

The arena went dark and the fans turned their attention to the entrance once again. It was time to see who Ash Wild's opponent would be. It had been a surprise up until this point, kept under complete secrecy. A blue spotlight turned on and focused over the entrance area on the ramp.

A mysterious figure with a mask on appeared from behind the curtain. The person was wearing a black trench coat to cover their entire body and had a black mask on. No one in the audience or at home had a clue in the world who the person was. Ash Wild was thinking the same exact thing as everyone else, who was this person?

The mysterious figure started their ascent down the ramp and finally reached ringside. They quickly slide under the bottom rope and stood up. The ref signalled for the bell to get the match started.

Both competitors took their time eyeing each other down. Neither wanted to make the first move and that was evident. Ash Wild had no prior wrestling experience, at least that anyone knew about.

The masked figure looked like they had a certain confidence about them but since no one knew who it was they had no clue if the person knew how to wrestle either. Finally Ash made the first move, he lunged at the masked figure and attempted a punch to the face but the masked figure ducked. Ash spun around to go after his opponent only to be met with a right hand to the face sending him to the canvas. Ash stays down on the canvas and holds his mouth in pain.

The masked figure grabbed Ash by the head and pulled him up from the canvas then proceeds to deliver another right hand to the face. Ash holds his jaw in pain but doesn't go down this time from the shot.

Ash then gets a look of anger on his face and charges at the masked figure knocking them down with a spear. The crowd lets out a small pop after the move and Ash looks pleased. He quickly gets up and stands there looking at his opponent laying on the ground. The crowd starts to chant for him to pin the person so he quickly does. The ref gets down to make the count.

1...

2...

No! The person kicks out. Ash is shocked and upset that the match isn't over. It's obvious that he wants the match to be over as quick as possible.

Ash gets back to his feet and grabs his opponent by the head and pulls them back up to their feet. Ash swings at his opponent with a right hand but his opponent blocks it and delivers a right hand to Ash's face sending him reeling once again. The masked figure then charges at Ash and delivers a spear of their own. Ash looks like he's down and out after the move and his opponent quickly hops on top of him for the pin. The ref gets down to make the count.

1...

2...

3...No! Ash just barely kicks out in time. The masked figure slams their hand on the mat and stands up. They look down at Ash and then proceed to kick him in the side a few times followed by a leg drop to the throat. Ash looks like he's in serious pain as he clutches his throat after the move.

The masked figure gets back up and delivers another leg drop to the throat of Ash Wild. The fans start to boo a little as the masked figure gets up once again and goes over to the turnbuckle. The masked figure climbs up to the second rope then stands there staring at Ash for a second.

Then they fly off with another leg drop to the throat of Ash. The masked figure then picks up Ash and delivers a quick scoop slam followed by another leg drop to the throat of Ash. Finally the masked figure decides to pin Ash and gets down and makes the cover. The ref quickly makes the count.

1...

2...

No! Ash kicks out once again. The masked figure looks pissed as they pound their fist on the mat and let out a grunt. The masked figure gets back up to their feet and picks up Ash by the head once again. The masked figure then delivers a kick to the gut which causes Ash to double over.

The figure then delivers a knee to the face of Ash causing him to fall over to the canvas. The masked figure just stands there for a second as the blood oozes out of Ash's mouth from the vicious move. Finally the masked figure continues their assault by kicking Ash in the gut a few times. Ash leans over on to his side and spits out some blood on to the canvas as the masked figure kicks him in the back. The masked figure then delivers a dropkick to the back of Ash's head sending him sprawling forward stomach first on to the canvas.

The ref walks over to check on Ash as the masked figure parades around the ring looking at their carnage they created. After a few seconds the ref signals that Ash can continue so the masked figure walks back over to Ash and delivers an elbow drop to the spine of Ash. The masked figure then gets back up and stands on Ash's back for a second and looks down at Ash as he screams out in pain and blood flies out of his mouth.

The masked figure then spits on Ash and gets off of him.

The fans begin to boo at the masked figure for their actions. The masked figure then picks up Ash and slaps him in the face a few times to get his attention. Ash finally looks at the masked figure and tries to swing a right fist at them but the masked figure blocks it and delivers a left hand to the gut of Ash.

The masked figure then delivers another left hand to the gut of Ash causing him to double over in pain. The masked figure then sticks Ash's head between their legs and lifts him up and delivers a devastating powerbomb. The fans let out a boo as they knew the match was pretty much over now. The masked figure stood there for a second then got down and made the cover on Ash. The ref got down to make the count.

1...

The fans begin to boo loudly.

They're not booing at the actions in the ring though. They're booing because ERA has made his way out from behind the curtain and is running down the entrance ramp.

The current U.S. champ slides under the bottom rope and stands up in the ring as the ref counts two. ERA then delivers a kick to the back of the head of the masked figure causing them to fall off of Ash and also causing the ref to call for the bell. The fans begin to boo a little more as ERA charges at the masked figure who is getting to their feet and nails them with a spear. ERA then gets up and picks up the masked figure and delivers a powerbomb knocking the masked figure out cold.

ERA then walks over to the limp body of Ash Wild and stares down at him for a second. He finally mutters some words to Ash that no one can make out then he turns and exits the ring as the fans begin to throw garbage at him and boo him even more. The match is awarded to the masked figure via DQ which means Ash didn't hold up his part of the deal.

Would Ash be banned from the arena forever because ERA stuck his nose where it didn't belong?

Would Ash be punished for the actions of someone else?

No one knew.

Winner: Unknown

Changing Ways

Throughout time, we have had countless battles between good and evil; battles that have changed the entire outlook on life. World War II, constant shoot-outs between police and suspects, Columbine, even fights going on in your own neighbourhood. 

The battle brews in ACW for the first time. 

A man is seen on foot in the backstage area, but this man has something different about him. Week in and week out, this man comes to the arena not only looking for power, but to dismantle any living creature that stood in his way. But tonight is different... The man wore cut up jeans and tattered t-shirt like always but his presence just wasn't the same. 

As the man walked down the corridor he seemed to be in his own little world. Not hearing the crashing and bashing that was going on in the back from the out of control locker rooms to the good-for-nothing slave drivers Ethan has working for him. 

*Thump* 

An unmistaken accident had just occurred between a worthless slave driver who just bumped into the first ever television champion. The thump was rather dull but the impact almost took the worthless man right off his feet without even having an impact of movement on the part of Ivan. 

‘Sorry about that’ 

The man said cautiously because he knew the man that he had just ploughed into was cold hearted with a callous reputation. Everyone knew this man as danger and you could always see it in his eyes. 

As Ivan cocked his head toward the slender man that couldn’t have been over 5’9” in height and no where close to the weight of 175lbs. His eyes glazed with rage but his expression wasn’t close to what it should have been, or expected to be. He had a smile on his face as if he thought it was some kind of joke. 

‘You’re kidding right?’ He asked the man in a nonchalant voice. ‘You expect me to get all hot and bothered over you just so I can break a sweat? I don’t think so. Just don’t do it again or next time it will be your life.’ 

Ivan turned away and started to walk down the corridor. 

A reaction like none other that we could have seen for him but more importantly would Ivan become some what of a fan favourite. 

Tryout Match

As Winters came out in front of the sell-out crowd, he was greeted with the usually, jeers, boos etc, but this time we wasn't going to stand in the ring, he was going to stand up the top of the stage, where a seat had been placed up there for him and a small monitor, so he could watch this live as it happened.

"For all you idiots, that didn't know, this is going to be a little match were I can see who my next signing in the word of wrestling is going to be. In front of you will be 5 men, who will take turns to battle in out as I look for a new member to my group, the last man standing will be the new MEMBER OF WINTERS INC.! So lets the games begin, the first two up now please!"

Two lone figures began to walk out in front of the capacity crowd, most of whom sat in silence, as they didn't know who the fuck these two guys were. The first one to come out was a scruffy looking fellow, he was un-shaven, his hair was a mess and his attire was not anything to jump up and down about as he came in with a pair of jeans and boots on for his tryout.

The other, looked very green, as he walked up to the ring, about 6'1'', 230? he looked around the arena in astonishment as both men slid into the ring and they were announced for the next match.

"Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome, Tyler Murphy and Jacob Jones!"

DING

DING

DING

Murphy was still looking around the arena at all the flashing lights as Jones battered into him with a spear, taking him down to the mat as he then began to pound into Murphy's face with right hand after left hand. 

Jones pulled Murphy to hit feet and hit him square in the jaw with a few forearms as he then whipped him to the ropes and then dropkicked him in the face. Murphy was dazed as he picked himself up and swung at one of the Jones' that he seen in his mind, but he missed anyway. Jones hit him with a neckbreaker and then went for the count.

1...

2...

Kickout.

Murphy got to his feet and tried to get into the match...but as he swung again, Jones took him down by the legs and held him in a half Boston crab which left Murphy in some serious trouble in the middle of the ring, but Murphy had other plans to his move, he scouted the position of Jones head and then whacked his arm back, smashing Jones in the back of the head with his elbow. 

Both men were on their feet but Murphy hit Jones with a harsh and sloppy looking DDT as Jones neck was nearly broken by his fall. Murphy pulled Jones up to his feet once again and jabbed him in the nose with his right fist before more or less throwing him into the corner and then ramming him with his shoulder.

Murphy then took Jones' head and smashed it off the nearest turnbuckle, before clotheslining him down to the mat. This Murphy was no amateur wrestler, he was a thug at the most and as he pulled Jones up again, he slammed him to the mat with a really sloppy body slam, which had the crowd wincing as he hit the mat, hard. 

After that "move" Murphy picked up Jones again, who was surely hoping that we didn't see anymore wrestling master class from Murphy, but Murphy this time just pushed Jones into the corner as he looked like he was running out of ideas, so he just hit Jones with the hardest right hands that he could muster.

Winters was slightly impressed, but it was nothing to jump up and down about, as he sat slouched in his lazy-boy chair at the top of the Courage set. Murphy tossed Jones into the middle of the ring and then covered him in a very original manner as he more or less slobbed himself all over Jones, who just kicked out as the weight of Murphy was all over him. 

Murphy pulled Jones to his feet and whipped him to the corner, but Jones managed to use the top turnbuckle to leap over Murphy and then rolled him up in a schoolboy!

1...

2...

3!

Murphy had been out-wrestled.

Winters applauded the young wrestler as Murphy was ushered out of the ring by ACW staff. Winters looked at his clipboard and smiled as he motioned for the next man to come down to the ring and show their stuff. 

The arena grew silent as they awaited the next man to come down, not that that were bothered, but they were wanting to see something interesting.

As Dante walked out to the crowd, he fixed his gloves and walked down to the ring, it was doubtful whether he even realized that Winters was right beside him as he began to walk down the ring. Jones stood in the middle of the ring, unphased by the man's sheer size. 

He was a monster, carved out of stone with the intimidating beard and scar on the bridge of his nose. 

He walked into the ring and was jumped as he entered by Jones, who now had Dante sprawled against the ropes, and then whipped him to the other side and looked to hit him with a clothesline which was missed. 

Dante turned around and picked Jones up, throwing him out of the ring and out onto the mat.

Dante stood in the middle of the ring as Winters was suddenly on the edge of his seat, watching this man almost break another in half. 

Jones sprawled around the mat and then fetched under the ring, picking out a steel chair from the mass of weapons which were under the ring apron. As he slid back into the ring and swung the metal, Dante moved out of the way and kicked Jones straight in the jaw...

"Weapons are for the weak..."

He picked up the steel chair and tossed it into the crowd, Winters almost shit his pants, he felt a law suit coming on, but luckily a young man caught it, and jumped up and down as he held it in his hand. 

Dante picked Jones up and whipped him towards the ropes, and in one swift motion, threw him in the air, and caught him with a neckbreaker to the mat.

1...

2...

3!

Dante fixed his gloves and stood in the middle of the ring, as the referee helped the motionless Jones out of the ring, as medics came to his attention. Winters stood at the top of the stage and ushered someone to come forward, in which a tall grizzly man with a black beard came down. 

He was rather buff looking, he looked like the Ultimate Fighter that was on the WWF's books for a short while, but Winters looked down to the ring and seen Dante standing tall, he then ushered another man to come down, who was of similar size and shape.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the "VIOLATORS!"

A tag team?

Both of them ran into the ring and began to attack Dante, exchanging right and left hands with him before they began to get the better hand of the monster. 

They threw him into the corner of the ring as one of them, the slightly bigger one held him to the corner with his forearm, as he then fed Dante to the other wrestler to booted Dante in the face. 

The team united in the middle of the ring, and were actually booed by the crowd, which came to a surprise by them.

They conferred with one another and then they split up, one of them moved over to Dante and the other collected a chair from ringside. 

As one of them pummelled Dante with right hands, the other moved over to him and looked to cave his skull in with a devastating chair shot, but Dante shifted his body out of the way and kicked him in the chair so that it would hit his face. 

He then clutched the other by the throat and choke slammed him to the mat. 

The other part of the team still had the chair, and he had a bloody nose for his effort, but as he turned around Dante punched the chair into his face and more or less knocked him out cold.

Dante stood over the one that he had chock slammed, as the man looked up into him, he then rolled himself out of the ring and pulled his team mate with him also. 

Winters was fuming as the tag team pulled themselves up the stage and left Dante in the ring. 

The beast stood in the centre of his cage, breathing heavily as he looked up to the lights and said something under his breath before climbing out of the ring as Winters went to the back.

Dante had won the try out match with very little effort...but how much torture would he have to endure as part of ACW, only time will tell...Dante Inferno has arrived.

Winner: Dante Inferno

Friends?

Julian Kang knocks on the door softly, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. After waiting for what seems to be hours Wombat Guerrera opens the door. Guerrera is Kang’s new locker mate. Julian steps in the room and heaves his bags to the floor.

"ugh yah, I’m your new roommate. I have the right side of the room and you have the left. Got that? Oh yah and don’t touch any of my stuff."

"uh..okay" Julian Grumbles

Wombat Guerrera adjusts his mask and scurries out of the room. Julian looks around the room. Taking a mental note of everything he can. He sees Guerrera’s clothing hung up, his bag, his water bottle, and than Mexico’s flag. Julian crumples his face in disgust. He thinks to himself, trying to remember what Guerrera just said. He than remembers, and rips down Guerrera’s Mexican flag. He rolls the flag into a ball and throws it into the waste basket. The room now free of the Mexican flag needed a little bit of a rearrangement. Kang moves everything in the room and he replaces the Mexican flag with the Korean flag.

"God, I’ve only been here a minute and the room looks a hell of a lot better. I love this place, and I love my country."

Disrespect

It was a white that glowed in the contrasting dark of the room.

The bottom tips of it billowed due to the air conditioning unit it swayed in front of.

Wombat Guerrera stared long and hard at it, trying to decipher the markings that had been imprinted on it. With a quick flick of his wrist, he lit his locker room up with blinding light and now it was clear, a bit too clear.

The white was a flag and the markings were symbols--symbols that distinguished this flag from various other flags. These symbols meant a lot of things to a lot of people. But it meant only one thing to Wombat.

It was Julian Kang's South Korean flag and it had replaced Guerrera's Mexican flag.

Kang had roomed with Guerrera for less than 30 minutes and had already begun the cheap shots.

It got worse!

The Mexican flag was crumpled on the bench like a towel thrown after a long, gruelling match.

Guerrera had vowed never to let the little things get to him early in his career. He smiled and put it out of his mind, that is, after making a mental note to get a bit of justifiable revenge in the future. And it would all start with replacing the South Korean flag with the Mexican one, right then.

    
ICU Vs. Red O'Brian

He had been told what must be done, so as ICU travelled to the ring, accompanied by no music and a fair amount of boos from the crowd, as Red O'Brian stood in the middle of the ring, awaiting one of his biggest, if not his biggest chance in the ACW so far.

ICU was never a very patient man, so half way down the ramp he began to stride into the ring, and as he entered, Red tried to jump him with some boots to the back, but ICU was quick enough and strong enough to get up from them and whip Red to the ropes before monkey flipping him over his head.

ICU then booted Red straight in the face as he sat up, the audience in the arena grimaced as a spray of saliva left Red's face as he held on to his jaw, which must have been close to a dislocation.

ICU stood motionless in the middle of the ring as he looked down at O'Brian, pettiness filled him as he hit Red with another boot to the head, and he then mounted Red and attacked that jaw.

"Ivan let him up..." was the call from the referee as ICU attacked Red's jaw with his pent up aggression. Red was picked up to his feet, and his face battered against the turnbuckle, this was not good for O'Brian.

As he sprung back off the turnbuckle and landed on the canvas, ICU collected his options.

1. Make a decent finish of the match for the fans? Fuck No.

2. Continue this lawful beating until he can find the right time for the pin? Boring.

3. Collect a steel chair?

As he slid out of the ring, he remembered the words that he had heard from Winters just 10 minutes ago;

"this will more or less be his last match on the ACW roster...so make it a memorable one."

It was going to be memorable all right, what did ICU have to lose by with a DQ? His title wasn't on the line, and neither was his job. The phrase "fuck this" came into his mind as he gathered a chair from under the ring and then slid it into the ring.

As the referee tried to kick the chair out of the ring, ICU grabbed his leg and pulled it from under him, the referee falling on top of the chair and bashing his head against the rim of the metal.

As ICU stood however, O'Brian was on him with an elbow drop to the back, but as he whipped ICU to the ropes, ICU hit with a stiff looking clothesline, as Red's brain seemed to be working a little slower than Ivan's and as Red managed to pick himself up once again, ICU clocked him with a chair shot to the side of the head.

O'Brian collapsed to the floor clutching the side of his face and his feet were kicking like mad.

As the chair dropped, and the referee rung the bell, giving Red O'Brian the win for a DQ, ICU collected his belt from ringside and began to walk up the ramp to the same noise as he entered it.

No Music.

Boos.

Jeers.

What more can you ask for in a full days work...

Winner: Red O'Brian by DQ

Complications

“What the hell do you mean he left?”

The camera focused on a door. 

The sign reading “Ethan Winters.” 

The voice only recognized as that crazy masked man that seemed to be stalking Red O’Brian last week…  except, if it was possible, seemed more pissed off than his “cheery” introduction at the PPV.  The camera never actually enters the room, but the voice is continued.

“You’re the one that hired him, jackass…  you should sue him on breach of contract!!!”

The voice of Ethan Winters isn’t truly heard above anything, but the masked man seems pissed.

“You know, if it weren’t for the fact that I can give you a damn show, I’d probably beat YOU’RE ass down instead of him!”

There’s a pause, and then a few more noises of rustling paper.

“What do you mean…  really?  Oh god…”

Suddenly the man walks out, the camera pointing at the mask in his left hand.  Slowly the mask raises up, in front of the face… of Jason Kain. A large scar shaped like chain link burned into the right side of his face.  He looks at the mask like it’s his best friend…

“She’s baaaaaack…  I think I should freshen up, don’t you?”

He walks off screen, and the camera fades back to the show…

A Not So Warm Welcome for a Legend

The ACW fans waited anxiously for the next event. But before they would get a chance to see this happen there would be an interview. "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains started blaring. The fans all stood up on their feet ... all in silence. For this was a new theme music to them.

A rather large man stepped out onto the ramp. An older man rolled out on a wheelchair next to him. The fans stood up and let out a massive roar.

For Teddy Legend and "Legendary' Larry Cook from FATE had made their ways to ACW.

They walked and rolled down the aisle. Teddy stepped up onto the ring apron and into the ring.

Larry meanwhile rolled around the outside of the ring. The newcomer summoned the ring keeper for a microphone and he received just that. 

" Hello my friends. " 

The crowd let out a huge roar once again. 

" As you can see Larry and myself have finally made it to ACW. And we are infact here to stay. For too long I have sat around watching sick and demented people ruin federations. And earlier this week I made a pledge that I would stop such things in ACW. Hell Larry could stop them on his own ... but why let him have all the fun ... right?!? "

Teddy paced around the ring, licking his lips. His giant hands seemed to cover the whole microphone. 

" And so let this little interview be a warning to anybody that thinks they can get away with whatever they want. You are wrong ... because Teddy Legend is in town. And if anybody else says otherwise.... " 

With his last words the lights begin to flicker on and off.

The arena fills with fog as "Enter Sandman" by Metallica blares over the PA.

From the fog emerges KaGe.

He has on his ring gear, Black tights with red stripes up the side and no shirt.

He has a bottle of water in one hand and a microphone in the other. 

"I Guess that was my cue" He says in reference to Legends last statement. 

The Crowd Boos 

"Last week I wanted to hurt someone, make an impact my first night out. But I couldn't, there wasn't the chance to come to the ring and kick a jerks ass. I Say to you thanks." 

He Laughs 

"Legend you are the perfect candidate to receive the first ACW KaGe as kicking. You come out here running your mouth about nothing and expect the fans to be on your side. The fans love me, or they at least will learn to, because of my talent in the ring." 

The Fans boo, the most heat of the night so far. 

"Never the less in my first match here I am main eventing. So Legend I big you farewell for now. Your ass kicking will come soon enough.

No real reason why, I just need a victim and you seemed to fit my description."

We were back in Winters' office, but this time the guest was of a much higher important. Winters sat back in his chair and flipped through a folder of documents as he then looked over to the man across the desk from his, his World Title gleaming in Winters' sunglasses.

"O, tonight we will see just how good eXi really is, when I brought him here in the first place, it was to build up a Cruiser division, but he showed me that he couldn't even deal with Wombat, the loser. So tonight we will see how he deals with KaGe!"

Osyrus shifted his title up his shoulder a little as he sat up in his seat.

"eXi was a waste of space to start with Ethan, you should start to ask me about bringing in guys first, I know talent when I see it, hell I am the personification of talent, I think I should know when I see it. Look at my first signing, KaGe, multiple champion in other federations and just a matter of time before he takes a title here, obviously not mine or ERA's, but a title non the less."

"Heh, I agree, I've made a few mistakes, but look at the ones I've got right...you, ERA, ICU..."

"SilverHAWK?"

"Well...that is a mistake that you will have to rectify, isn't it. O, I have nothing against the guy, hell he is probably gonna make me a little bit of money before we end him, but I can't have rebels in my camp, it's not good for the business. We still have a lot of things to fix O, we need to get this roster sorted out, we have too many wasters on the camp, and SilverHAWK is going to be the biggest example that working for me is not going to be an easy ride."

"Lets' Go."

    
eXistenZ Vs. KaGe

As Osyrus and Winters made their way to the ring and took their seats by ringside, eXi made his entrance to his usually theme of LP. He didn't seem happy about this match, but he had to do it, for the sake of his job more than anything. As he entered the ring he looked over at the duo, who sat in their leather seats, he stared at them as KaGe's music began to play. The arena filled with fog as "Enter Sandman" by Metallica blares over the PA and from the fog entered KaGe as he began to run down to the ring.

The ref signaled for the match to begin, both stars walk to the center of the ring as they begin to circle one another, eXi still had an eye on the jury at the outside of the ring. KaGe taunted eXi into a test of strength slowly extending his right arm, he knew he would win it anyway.

eXi looked toward his boss for a response, but he then went for it, as the KaGe hit him with a kick to the gut. KaGe laughed over to Osyrus who did the same back, as he took eXi's arm and whipped him to the ropes before kneeing him in the gut again, as eXi flipped to the mat. KaGe walked around eXi who lay on the mat, before picking his place and lading a boot to eXi's jaw.

"Just lemme win X."

Cover.

1...

2...

Shoulder, eXi was not going to give this up. KaGe looked over to the duo at ringside, as they told him to continue on, as he booted eXi in the chest three times before picking him up and suplexing him to the mat. KaGe held up eXi's head and smashed his fist down into eXi's jaw before he picked eXi up once again and threw him into corner, as he started to hammer him with some hard elbows to the jaw.

As KaGe began to slap eXi in the chest and whip him to the other corner, the crowd began to cheer eXi, which had not happened for a while anyway, and as KaGe battered him in the back of the head as he popped back off the turnbuckle, the volume in the crowd began to rise as eXi lay on the mat, holding his neck.

KaGe looked over to Winters, who shrugged his shoulders, and as KaGe covered eXi once again, the crowd were looking for this match to maybe end as quick as possible.

1...

2...

Kickout.

Groan.

As eXi sat up as he pushed KaGe off of him, Winters got up off his seat and asked him what the hell he was doing, but as eXi got to his feet and as KaGe pushed him to the ropes and then whipped him to the other side, the tables began to turn as eXi ducked the attempted clothesline from KaGe and then hit KaGe with a hard neckbreaker. Both men got to their feet and as eXi kicked KaGe in the gut and then hit him with a face buster, a pop came from the crowd as he then covered KaGe.

1...

2...

Kickout.

eXi picked KaGe up and power-slammed him to the mat, before he then climbed up to the top rope looking to try and finish this match. His attention was put elsewhere however, as Winters jumped to the apron opposite, as Osyrus pushed eXi off the top rope, but as eXi landed on his feet, he turned round and smacked Osyrus in the face with a hard right hand, but as he turned around, KaGe hit him with a huge spear.

1...

2...

3!

As KaGe stood up and dusted himself off, Osyrus and Winters entered the ring, Winters held KaGe's hand up and Osyrus got his own back, as he mounted eXi and began to pummel him with some hard right hands. Winters told Osyrus to calm down a  little as he pulled him off him, before planting a boot for himself. He stopped however, and held both of his men's hands up, as Winters Inc was becoming stronger and stronger every single week.

"Seek'n'strike" by Soulfly

And this wasn't one of the Inc. Winters panicked as he pulled Osyrus in front of him, and then pointed to an exit through the crowd, as the trio began to travel through the crowd, who where not exactly loving the Inc., but as the trio pasted through all the ACW fans, they kept looking back to the stage, which was still empty.

As a camera followed the trio through the back, you could hear there shouts...

"Where the fuck is that old fucker?" Osyrus could be heard shouting as Winters lead them through tunnels and different halls of the arena, until they came to the open night, where a limo sat waiting. As the trio entered, a long with a cameraman, the limo began to move, but it then stopped as a large bang could be heard from the back of the car, and then a smash of the limo back window.

"Don't stop you idiot, fucking floor it!" Osyrus shouted as the limo then sped forward with a tapping of the windows being heard as the trio tried to stay on the middle of limo, without being touched. They all sat back and sighed as the car seemed to be moving away at a steady pace.

CLUNK

"So...where are we going?" said a voice from within the drivers compartment.

"Just drive...put on some music too"

"Seek'n'strike" by Soulfly

The trio looked at one another, as they chapped the tinted window...

"Driver...put that music off please!"

As the tinted window rolled down and Winters stared through the glass, he suddenly turned around to Osyrus, but couldn't put out the words.

"What is it boss? Tell him to shut that music up."

"Don't you like my music...fucker!"