Hunted Becomes The Hunter

It was the first time that we had seen Winters in this arena, the arena of his office, where he had spent the majority of the day, a day that would more or less make or break the future of the promotion. As he sat behind a stack of papers, he separated them into small sections, taking one particular set away from the others, as he put his mark on all of them one-by-one. 

They where contracts; wrestler contracts for the 10 that would infact debut tonight, some of them had been advertised to be here, Dilly Dawg etc, the others where not. As Winters was just about nearly done, his door swung open, only for Ivan Coe Unger to appear, the US Title slugged over his right shoulder as his long black hair covered most of the plate.

"You called for me?" ICU asked as he sat down anyway, he wasn't a man to take orders easily, but if it was going to get him somewhere, he would more than likely agree.

"Sit down Ivan, I need to speak to you about something.

Tonight, you have quite possibly the biggest match of your life, now I know you had that World Title Match with that Russian outfit, but tonight you are in the Double-Main Event of out FIRST PPV, a huge responsibility to me, yourself, and the fans."

ICU sniggered as Winters mentioned the fans, "what fans" he thought to himself...

"One thing that I make sure with all of my employee's, is that they are rewarded when they work for me, Ivan, if you beat him tonight, you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams.

Tonight, even though I hate to admit it, you are fighting a Legend as ACW is concerned and think about this Ivan, you know that Lesnar killed Hulk-a-Mania, how about your killing the HAWK!"

The contrast between Hogan and HAWK wasn't exactly close, but ICU knew what Winters meant, it was his time to stand up and be counted, to show all of these doubters that he really is one of the best in the World, and that he wasn't all talk. 

As ICU got up from his seat, he didn't even bother to shake Winters' hand, he was in a zone now...he was looking for his hunting gear, as he was hunting HAWK.

Taking Care of Business 

On the most important day in the promotion’s history; you would think that everything would go according to plan. You would probably assume that on the day where a federation was trying to prove their self worth to the live audience around the world, they would check and fix all loose ends before it was probably too late… 

No. 

It’s was an hour and a half already into the PPV, and the one most important people to appear on the show hadn’t arrived to the arena yet. 

Dunn.. Here

Silver HAWK… No that important, but here. 

SDL…. Here and ready. 

ICU… Boring the fans with his matches as of late, but was still here in the Key Arena. 

Then who was missing? Who could be that important to tonight’s show? 

Dunn and Boyd run frantically down the hallways, finally running into Winters. A very concerned look on his face as he paces up and down the small corridor backstage. 

“He still hasn’t arrived, our World champion isn’t here yet.” Boyd yells out loud panicking as Dunn tries to calm him down. 

“What do you mean he still isn’t here? Doesn’t he know he wrestles tonight for his World championship?! As a matter of fact, it’s All-Star Championship Wrestling’s championship that he is wrestling for… I own him, he should be here by now!” Winters demands answers as Dunn and Boyd shrug their shoulders, not knowing what to say. 

“I have been calling his cell phone for the past hour , but he is not answering his messages. Do you think that he is even going to show up?” Dunn starts to dial up the number again, but Winters snatches it out of his hand… 

“Give me that!!! Let me do it.” Winters listens for the dial tone as someone picks up on the other end. 

“Hello, who is this?” 

"Who is this? Is this Osyrus?" Winters proceeds to scream down the phone.

"Yeah, what do you want Ethan?"

" Where in the hell are you? You’re supposed to be here in the arena getting ready for you match." 

"I’ll be there, don’t worry… I am not going to ruin your little PPV. I am at the airport conducting some business, I’ll be there in 15 minutes when I am finished here…"

"You better or your ass is…"

Osyrus hangs up the phone, Winters hears the dial tone before finishing his sentence. 

"That son of a bitch!"

“So is he coming?” Dunn and Boyd ask the same question simultaneously as Winters just nods. 

“Yeah, he’ll be here. I hope...” 

Call Me!

As Winters began to stroll out from the back, he spoke straight away, he didn't want to give the fans the chance to boo him before he got his word in.

"Talent, that is what ACW is lacking...

When I originally took over here is ACW, and bought the majority share in the company, I was told this federation had talent, but so far, only a few seem to have the required talent which I am looking for. Look at our champions, now there is talent.

Ivan Coe Unger, a true warrior in that ring, and a true warrior outside of it, the one thing I love about ICU is his true love for you fans..."

The fact of the matter was ICU hated the fans, and done everything in his power to make sure they didn't like him back, to which he succeeded.

"Our ACW World Champion, although he is rather late tonight, is also the personification of talent, as he is with no doubt one of the most dangerous wrestlers on the planet, and tonight he will take on a man who shouldn't even be here in the first place. He may have been "big" in other places, but tonight, Osyrus is going to show him, that here...he just doesn't cut the mustard. 

That is why I am putting yet another shout out, tonight I have many newcomers, but to be honest, some of them will be fillers, I don't see ANY big plans for any of them, only for my two boys ICU and Osyrus, therefore anyone that wants to come and try out, gimme a tinkle on my cell, if you're clever enough you should be able to get the number...

The Return

Suddenly the show goes to static.  

A picture comes through for a moment, but the colors are really screwed up.  The night sky seems to look bright orange, and everything else seems to be in negative tones.  The camera goes to static once again, showing the roof of the Seattle Space Needle, but still in the negative tones…  then the camera fades to the correct coloring, only a lot darker than before.  A masked man grabs the camera by it’s lens horn, and pulls it close to his face.  The visual is horrible, but it looks as if the man is a clown with his mouth zippered shut.  He undoes the zipper holding the mouth piece shut, and starts to breathe heavily.

"I have a lot to complain about."

He pauses for a moment, looking around wildly, as if trying to avoid someone then repeats himself.

"I have a LOT to complain about."

This time he pulls himself away from the camera, then turns away from it.  Over a series of badly patched leather pants and shirt, he wears a black leather trench coat that wavers in the wind.  The night sky shows but a single star, which seems to be what he fixated on now.  He starts to talk softly, making sure that whomever cares will actually listen.

"I don’t like complaining.  I don’t like telling people who don’t give a damn about me my life story so I’ll keep this short."

He rubs his chin, then turns back toward the camera. The mask is now clearly visible, and looks as badly stitched up as his outfit… the happiness of the clown image distorted by the desperation of a mad man.

"I used to be a nice guy.  I used to be everyone’s friend.  I even owned a place where “everyone knows your name.”  But when I left “jolly old” England to come back here, I had to sell what I owned there.  I had to throw away everything I had worked so hard to get.  And the reason?  Cause stupid people like the ones sitting right next to you, or you for a perfect example, had to go and trash the place…  leaving it as scarred as I appear to you now.  I couldn’t sell that bar.  Not after that night.  And I lost a part of me there.  Instead, it was burned down, and I lost the money.  Serves me right, I guess."

Again he pauses, looking around, making sure no one has seen him.

"I made myself a household name back there.  I made myself a career, a life, and even close to a family.  And then they shut me down by hideously scarring my face in my last match there.  THEN!  Then, THEY shut down, and made me come back here.  To the place that started this whole mess in the first place?  No.  This just wasn’t fair.  Then to gain my sanity, I figure to sell my bar and buy myself a new home, maybe start over…  but NO!  Some jack hole goes and ruins that by throwing a drunken fit and torching the place in the process.  So what?  I’m left with nothing?"

He zippers the mouth shut again, and starts to scream, letting the anger be muffled by the mask…  after the yelling stops, he unzips the mask again, and looks at the camera intently, showing that his eyes are pitch black…  no whites…  almost as if an empty space had taken his eyes’ place.

"No.  I’m not left with nothing…  cause there’s something here that I’ve followed…  something here that owes me.  I hope he’s listening to this voice, and I hope he remembers it…  because I have a few words to say…

…

YOU THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE!?!?

…

DIDN’T THINK SO!!!"

With that the camera hits the ground, sending the show back into static, and the scene goes back to the announcing table, leaving everyone to wonder who the masked man is, and what is going on here.

I mean, look at you. I have to scroll your body like the internet just to get a full picture of your fat ass. It's called not eating... Wah.."

Anally Fuhked's jaw drops in amazement and notices a tear fill up in his eye. Suddenly the Englishman breaks down into sobs and runs out of the room.

"Do you realize what you just done Dilly? You just upset the biggest man here in ACW, 'Mr St George' Ron Williams. Any thoughts on that?" Anally Fuhked asks.

"Here's my comment.. I don't care." Dilly snaps as he slams his locker shut and the camera fades to black.

"It's me again!

Last week Wombat Guerrera placed a challenge from his hospital bed, that challenge was to whomever took him out from behind last week. So...I've placed the match NEXT.."

A pop from the fans came as Wombat pushed through the curtain and began to walk down to the ring, not showing signs of any head damage, but that damage was probably behind his mask, as he slid into the ring, he tested the ropes and then stood in the middle of the ring, as Winters began to speak once again.

"Wombat...modern technology is an amazing thing, not only can people such as Michael Jackson, turn into a Casper wannabe, but we can more or less, see ANYTHING that happens in the world, and yes little boys, we see what you're doing with those tissues!

So...after you where attacked I was given a tape, a tape that proved conclusive, to whom attacked you last week. Now the problem was that this person WAS NOT a member of the ACW Roster, so I had to cut a few corner in signing this match, because I had to sign this person, but I'm sure that he didn't mind at all...roll the tape!"

As the tape was shown, in true HBK style, the footage was rather crappy, but you could see Wombat walking down the hall as he was then attacked by someone, laying out Wombat with a chair to the back of the head. As the footage then began to clear, it zoomed into the man's face to reveal a HUGE cheesy smile as the man was looking straight at the camera.

eXistenZ

    
Wombat Guerrera Vs eXistenZ

"Relentless! relentless! relentless!"

eXistenZ repeated the word under his breath as he stood behind the curtain, awaiting his first pay-per-view appearance in ACW. Tonight was all about doing what you had to do to win, to walk from the ring victorious, or, in eXistenZ's case, to impress Ethan Winters. 

"With You" by Linkin Park began to play. It was time and the lightweight from Battle Creek, Michigan realized this. He clapped his hands together and bolted through the curtain. The blaring lights momentarily blinded eXistenZ but that didn't stop him from the giving out the wink and the gun.

The crowd exploded in boos, as Wombat's attacker came into the light and the cameras cut to a large sign with a painting of eXistenZ performing the same pose, but they where doing different stuff to it now. eXi acknowledged the particular fans with a beaming smile and a point as he climbed onto the apron.

eXistenZ had been Wombat's only friend in his short American tenure.

Guerrera sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring, straight past eXistenZ. The master of the Mayhem 720 followed his opponent with his eyes as he backpedaled into the ropes and tested them. eXistenZ flung himself over the top rope.

Relentless! relentless! relentless!

The word popped back into the mind of eXistenZ as he caught sight of a shining ACW banner in the stands. 

The bell rang and chants for both men began to escape from the lips of those watching. 

"Relentless," eXistenZ crouched low to the mat. 

eXistenZ lunged toward Wombat for a double-leg takedown but Guerrera, thinking fast, forward-rolled out of harm's way. Wombat returned to his feet to find eXistenZ swiping for him. Guerrera rolled under his outstretched arms and, this time, wasted no valuable seconds getting up. The luchador assumed a fighting stance which prompted an attacking eXistenZ to back off and rethink his game plan. 

"Let's get started fellows," the referee encouraged. 

eXistenZ extended his arms, asking inaudibly for a collar and elbow lock-up. Guerrera obliged but didn't notice eXi slowly backing into the corner, into his trap. Wombat wasn't thinking, that is, until he was on the other end of a drop toe hold. Guerrera's face smashed into the middle turnbuckle. He tried to jerk back to his feet but found he could not. eXistenZ was lying in with boots to the back of his head, each time sandwiching Guerrera in between his foot and the blue padding. 

eXistenZ bent forward and whispered into Wombat's left ear.

"How does your head feel?"

Guerrera was enraged. 

He could only translate half the sentence but the mere mention of the word "head" clued him in. Wombat stood and rocked eXistenZ with a back elbow. Flailing to the mat, eXistenZ figured he had made an early mistake; he had awoken a little giant. 

Guerrera followed up with right hands but, not being used to this offense, they were ineffective. eXistenZ clubbed him on the back of his head and then gripped his fingers in Wombat's locks before pulling him forcefully to the canvas. Guerrera's skull took the brunt of the bump, it was already pulsing with pain.

eXistenZ pulled "the Grandson of Pescado" to his knees, jumped, and executed a thudding head butt. He repeated the attack move and Guerrera slumped face-first to the gray mat. 

eXistenZ dropped an elbow into the crevice of Wombat's neck twice and then bounced off the ropes with a running leg drop. 

It didn't look good for Guerrera to be incapacitated so early.

eXi brought Wombat up and buried a knee into his lower back before executing a reverse DDT. 

"I RAWK!" 

The yell resounded from the squared circle and enticed boos from the crowd who expected a fast-paced match-up. eXistenZ couldn't believe the response so he mocked Guerrera by pretending to kick dirt at Wombat with his foot. 

More jeers came from his once adoring fans. 

eXistenZ was enraged at the turn of events and whipped Guerrera to the ropes. Wombat did the safest thing he could possible do: collapse through the ropes to the outside. 

It looked like a nasty fall to some but it was exactly what Guerrera had hoped for. The referee rushed to ringside to check on the health of the high flyer. 

"He's fine! Get him back in here!" eXistenZ yelled to the ref from inside the ring. 

Guerrera gave a quick nod to the referee to reassure him that he was fine. The referee relayed the message to eXistenZ and the match was back on. The delay had given Guerrera enough time to reach his feet and eXi was afraid to chase after the Mexican, thinking he may have something up his sleeve. 

Guerrera rolled into the ring, his palm firmly secured on the back of his skull. 

eXistenZ motioned for the lock-up again but Guerrera was aware of his trickery as eXi prodded Wombat further into a corner. Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, shame on him. Guerrera ignited and took eXistenZ's head off with a running dropkick! eXi braced himself against the turnbuckles as Wombat opened fists of fire all over eXistenZ! The crowd became hot as the early-on-underdog swung the momentum his way! 

Wombat backed up and ran at eXistenZ for a leg lariat. eXi ducked as Guerrera hit the top turnbuckle and flipped backwards onto his feet, clothesline! Wombat bounced off the canvas like a sack of potatoes and eXi shook off the offense and hopped up to the middle turnbuckle. He measured Guerrera as he scrambled to a vertical base, flying axe handle! no! Guerrera sidestepped the move and dug a fist into his gut! Wombat ran off the ropes, body-scissoring a hunched over eXi on the return and it was reversed into a wheelbarrow suplex! Wombat folded up like the proverbial accordion! 

Guerrera could feel the blood rushing now; the stitches had popped. eXistenZ placed a boot over the chest of Guerrera.

1...

Wombat shouldered out of the lackluster cover and eXistenZ slammed a boot into the face of Guerrera for his trouble. 

eXi walked over to the legs of Wombat, hooked them around his head and practically dented the ring with a thunderous powerbomb! It probably could have ended at that point, but eXistenZ wanted to impress. His reasoning: what better way to make a name for myself then to follow the name of the pay-per-view and dismantle Wombat Guerrera? 

eXistenZ grabbed a fist full of trunks and threw Guerrera through the top and middle turnbuckles, face-first into the steel pole.

Relentless

eXistenZ stepped out to the apron and kicked away at Guerrera, still wrapped around the pole.

Relentless

eXistenZ pulled Wombat to his feet and suplexed Guerrera from the ring to the protective mats below. Guerrera's body cracked from the impact. He didn't have much left.

Relentless

eXistenZ waited for Guerrera to rise and then connected with the axe handle he had missed earlier, this time from the apron. 

Relentless

eXistenZ placed the lifeless body on the apron, entered the ring, bounced off the ropes and baseball-slid the back of his skull. The move sent Guerrera's body fishtailing off the edge. 

Relentless

eXistenZ reached over the ropes and pulled Guerrera back up to the apron by the mask. He hooked Wombat's arm around his neck and back-suplexed Guerrera from the outside-in.

Relentless

The crowd was in a frenzy. What they expected, a fair, risk-taking wrestling bout, had turned into nothing more than a massacre. Wombat had been bludgeoned, beaten and as eXistenZ confidently put all his weight on the downed shoulders of Guerrera, everyone had a new expectation: the match would soon be over.

1

2

3

NO! 

If the referee could have had consulted a replay of the pin, he would have. But this wasn't the NFL. Guerrera had kicked out and the referee's decision stood! eXistenZ was irate and he focused his anger on the referee. But he knew in the back of his mind Wombat had kicked out. That was the reality and it couldn't have pissed off eXi any more. 

eXistenZ eagerly brought Wombat to his feet and then planted him with a DDT. Guerrera jolted upwards then crumpled onto his back. 

eXistenZ no longer wore his one-million dollar smile. Now a scowl was plastered on his face as he sat, catching his breath, next to the downed luchador. He pushed himself to his feet and raised his arms as the audience booed their brains out. 

"Mayhem 720" he thought and stepped in between the ropes to the apron. 

Wombat wasn't moving, or was he? 

"I RAWK!" the catchphrase came again as the red-haired grappler steadied himself on the top turnbuckle, but Wombat reached his feet. He was dazed and stumbling. This forced eXi to rethink his next moves; the Mayhem 720 was rendered obsolete as soon as Guerrera had returned to a standing position.

Too late! 

Guerrera had tripped over his own foot and fell across the top rope. The shaking caused eXistenZ to lose his footing. His crotch pounded into the top turnbuckle padding as the crowd groaned!

eXi toppled from the turnbuckle into the ring. Both men were down and out. The referee had no choice but to begin the ten count.

1

2

eXi grabbed a hold of the middle rope

3

4

Wombat was also standing via the help of the ropes

5

6

eXistenZ pulled himself up and wiggled his leg to shake off his crotch blow

7

8

eXi measured up and caught Guerrera in the back of the head with a Savate kick! 

Wombat tumbled to the apron thanks to the strike while eXi held his ribs, trying to catch his breath. eXistenZ pulled Guerrera, his back to eXi, up by the hair, Wombat was aware of the sacrifice he had to make, Wombat slammed the back of his skull into eXistenZ's temple!

The crowd went bananas as the 5'12", 195 pound superstar staggered to the center of the ring and fell face-first! 

This was the gap, Wombat's one chance. The blood was flowing from the back of his noggin, discoloring the brown of his mask. Guerrera put this out of his mind as he found eXi in perfect position for a move, he felt, would turn the tide

SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANNA WITH THE PIN!

1

2

EXISTENZ ESCAPED! 

The audience sighed at the near fall as the two battlers clawed their way to opposite ends of the ring, this was the moment that would pain the complexion of the match from here on out and eXistenZ assaulted first with another Savate kick, this time to the front of the masked star's face!

eXi caved in on-top of Guerrera for the lateral press!

1

2

3

HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!

eXistenZ needed to kill the fighting spirit of Wombat as soon as possible. He applied a grounded front chancery and the crowd immediately quieted.

"Face it, monkey boy, you are out classed. Just give up!" eXistenZ demanded.

"Wombat, you giving up?" the referee asked, trying to make sure eXi was not choking Guerrera.

"No!" came the response. 

Wombat began to stomp the side of his boot against the mat and the crowd followed his lead, clapping in unison. Guerrera broke his arm free and intertwined his right knuckles with eXi's. With this done, it was easy for Wombat to break away from the grasp of eXistenZ all together. Guerrera snapped eXi's head back with a right hand and then followed up with a monkey flip! 

eXistenZ was right back on the attack with a front facelock but Guerrera shifted his weight and threw eXi into a corner! Wombat kneed him in the gut, mounted him and began ten punches in succession that the crowd counted along with! 

8

9

10! 

The fist count had finished and Guerrera sunk his boots into the stomach of eXi for another monkey flip! eXistenZ held on to the top rope, though, and Guerrera landed on his upper back! eXi pulled Guerrera out to the center of the ring and catapulted Guerrera into the top turnbuckle, or so he thought!

Wombat landed on the bottom turnbuckles and scampered to the top as eXi celebrated his maneuver! 

PESCADO CLAVADO!

EXISTENZ CAUGHT HIM! 

eXistenZ blocked the cross body by catching Wombat and turned it into a,

MICHINOKU DRIVER!

THE BACK OF WOMBAT'S SKULL WAS JUST SPIKED INTO THE UNFORGIVING CANVAS!

eXistenZ did not make the pin, however! Instead, he wanted to end the bout with a move Guerrera would never suspect: La Guillotina!

Relentless

eXistenZ rolled Guerrera onto his stomach to focus the high-risk maneuver on the back of the head.

Relentless

eXi climbed to the top turnbuckle as the crowd chanted "Wom-bat"! He held onto the top ropes to settle himself and then leapt

AND MISSED! WOMBAT MOVED!

eXistenZ could not believe this simple fact as he rubbed his thigh. Guerrera was out of breath but, with one last gasp of oxygen, he kipped up, spring boarded off the middle rope and hit an Asia moonsault! 

The fans went ape-shit!

And Guerrera, the blood soaking his mask, pointed to the top! 

Wombat stood, grabbed a hold of the top rope and sprung up to the padding! eXistenZ didn't even see it coming and lay waiting, unbeknownst, for the flying leg drop! 

LA GUILLOTINA! LA GUILLOTINA! LA GUILLOTINA! 

THE COVER!

1!

2!

3!

3!

3! 

WOMBAT HAD BEATEN EXISTENZ AND THE ROOF EXPLODED OFF OF THE ARENA! 

Guerrera did not move from his position on eXistenZ as the referee raised his hand and proclaimed Wombat the winner of the second match on the first ACW pay-per-view! As Guerrera was then pulled off, and was helped make his way back to the backstage area, he lifted his arms in victory, a morale victory, but how long was eXistenZ going to stay in ACW for this time...

Winner : Wombat Guerrera

The Demand 

Two hours have past and Osyrus is still nowhere to be found. Winters continues to pace around backstage, getting more and more angrier by the minute. 

“Where the hell is he? He said 15 minutes, not no damn half an hour later…” 

Suddenly the double doors leading from the parking lot open as Osyrus finally arrives, but not alone. Next to him is a small Japanese man; dress very fancy in designer clothing with matching sunglasses. The two individuals laugh as they walk down the hallway toward Winters as he comes rushing toward them… 


“Finally you decide to show up, and who in the hell is this guy you brought? 

Your chauffeur?” 

Osyrus begins to chuckle to himself as he motions the mystery man to introduce himself to the world. 

"I am the Greatest cruiserweight in world, Ryojin Tachikawa... I'm just here to scope out if this federation or organization, to see if it is good enough for me. What this federation needs is more... How we say? Greatness, because already you have the most dominant wrestler, Osyrus. And what you need now is the greatest cruiserweight the world has ever seen.

Now, Winters. I will be by my main man, Osyrus' side for a while and if I like this place, then you will have the greatest federation there ever was. I get a lot of air time and I will even promote your organization in Japan... seeing that my new movie will premiere a month from now in Japan. Osyrus.. Tell him...."

"I will, but first things first. Before I step into the ring tonight; to defend MY World title, you need to do something for me Winters. You have to show if you are really loyal to me and make the match a NO DQ for the title. I remember that you told me a couple of weeks back you weren’t responsible for that attack by SDL when he first arrived. Now if you are telling the truth, and you won’t have no problem granting me my wish. 

Am I your devoted champion? 

Am I am the guy that’s going to lead this promotion straight to the top? 

Or do you want me to walk out on your ass with your World title?!"

Osyrus moves closer to Winters, looking down on him with an angry look of frustration. 

"Of course you are O! You got your match; Osyrus vs. SDL NO DQ for the World Title." 

"That’s better Ethan, I knew you would make the right choice." Osyrus straightens out Winters’ collar before turning back toward Ryojin. 

“Let’s go Ryojin, I got an idea on how you can make your grand debut in ACW.” Osyrus and Ryojin walk off as Winters wipes the sweat of his forehead."

The Wait

"7 YEARS!"

The picture that appeared on the bigSCREEN was of two men, David Jacobs, one of the many ACW reporters, and the other, was of SilverHAWK.

"7 years is how long I have waited for a chance of Gold in ACW, do you know how many days that is? Do you? That's a long fucking time, nearly as old as Winters' toupee'"

Pop from the crowd.

"Tonight is the night when my mouth stops running, and my actions take over. I have no doubts about how good this guy is, I've seen him around, kicking ass, putting people through cages, punching people until they have internal injuries, to be honesty, this guy is a certifiable wacko!

However, after tonight, when all the smoke has cleared, and all the beer cups have been cleared from the arena, it will be me leaving with his US Title, and then it will be on to sweeter things, and that meaning being the very first Double Champion in ACW. You see, there is a thing called honour is ACW, and that has been shit on with our current World Champion. A man who hasn't even choose to turn up yet because he has other business to attend to. In my opinion, Winter's has fucked up big time in his choice of a champion, fucked up BIG TIME!"

The reporter shook his head, and HAWK caught him doing so.

"What the hell are you shaking your head at little man?"

"HAWK, you can't swear so much..."

"This is PPV TV bawbag! Don't be so ridiculous...

Tonight is going to be the end of the Winter's era and the start of the HAWK era, it doesn't natter how it is done, ICU will be HUNTED!"

Plans Prevail

The scene opens inside a locker room backstage. The locker room in question is cluttered with various beer cans, tissues and chocolate bars. 

Loud unclear talking begins to echo from the far side of the locker room. As the camera begins to focus on the figure it comes clear that ‘Mr St George’ Ron Williams is positioned in the far corner on the cold concrete floor with his rubber chicken sat on his lap. 

Ron’s eyes are red and tears are slowly falling down his chubby hot cheeks. Ron looks towards the camera and begins to realise he is under occupying by the camera and begins to wipe his face with the sleeve of his tight Lime Green Adidas t-shirt. 

“I cant help been fat yet everyone picks of me!”, Ron seems to be talking to the Chicken as he sniffles like a young child. 

“What do you suggest Barry?” Ron stares at the Chicken and pauses gallantly waiting for a response. The chicken of course been rubber lays motionless however Ron moves the chicken near his ear and then opens his mouth again 

“Are you sure that will work Barry?”, Ron pauses once again and looks at the rubber chicken. He begins to pick his nose and wipes the residue onto the sleeve of the Green t-shirt and opens his gaping mouth once again. 

“But Barry! What if that doesn’t work? What if he’s mean again? What can I do then?”, Ron begins to shake the chicken around the neck followed by positioning the chicken near his ear once again. 

“Ok Barry! I understand! Lets do this then!” 

    
ACW World Heavyweight Championship Match
Osyrus (c) Vs Sepiroth Du Luc

The crowd was quiet in anticipation for the next match, a match up that had been violently build for the past couple of weeks. This feud all started when ACW’s most despised superstar won the federation title in such a controversial fashion, that many speculators even wondered if he worthy of competing for the title? How can an athlete win the highest honor in the sport by using low down tactics that weren’t very champion like? Then to top it all off, the fans had to sit and watch the brand new ACW world champion parade the belt around as he won it with great honor and prestige… 

But the fans got their wish that night, the champion’s celebration was cut short by a red headed, hot blooded superstar known to some as Sepiroth de Luc or SDL for short. SDL arrived on the scene in an instant through the crowd, taking down the champion and humiliating him in the middle of the ring. Osyrus was locked in SDL’s finisher Trepidation, the Sharpshooter /Texas Clover leaf combination, screaming in pain as the fans enjoyed Osyrus’ pain and suffering immensely. The next week the two superstars collided again; but some how Osyrus got the upper hand this time. He clocked SDL with his championship belt, followed by a steel pipe shot to the back of SDL’s head that knocked the superstar out cold. 

Now these two men meet in the main event for ACW’s richest prize. Will the surprising newcomer Sepiroth de Luc shock the world again by winning the world title… Or will the devious, under handed Osyrus show his aggressiveness to retain his precious possession? 

The ring announcer, sporting all black tuxedo walks up the metal ring steps, steps through the ropes as he enters the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring before raising the microphone to his mouth. 

Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is for the All-Star Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight title. 

Pop from the fans 

Introducing first, the challenger. Standing at an amazing 6’8”, weighing in at 280 pounds from parts unknown…

Here is Sepiroth de Luc!!!! 

The theme known as ‘Buck Dich’ begins to play over the stereo system as Sepiroth de Luc pulls the black curtain back as he steps onto the stage. He receives a massive pop from the crowd upon his entrance as he strolls down the ramp way. SDL’s massive frame steps over the top rope easily, as he throws his arms into the air as he receives another tremendous pop. 

Now the champion. 

Negative heat from the crowd. 

Standing tall at 6’6” while weighing in at a lean 285 pounds. He is from San Diego, Ca but now living in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Here is your current All-Star Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight champion… Osyrus!!!!!!! 

“Born with Nothing, Die with Everything” by Papa Roach rips into the Key Arena. The live audience boos on cue as the curtain is drawn back, as Osyrus slowly steps onto the stage, getting more deafening jeers. The ACW world title is tightly fasten around Osyrus’ waist as he continues toward the ring, locking eyes with SDL. Osyrus walks up the ring steps slowly, before entering the ring with caution as the bell rings in the background to start the match. 

SDL charges toward Osyrus; hitting him with a barrage of left and right haymakers, trapping Osyrus in the corner. SDL continues the attack as both men block each others punches, delivering shots of their own… 

Left by SDL 

Right by Osyrus 

Right by SDL 
Left by Osyrus 

Right hand 

Left hand 

Right hand 

Left hand 

The crowd start to go literally crazy as both combatants trade punches as if this was the MGM in Las Vegas and everyone was watching a prize fight, instead of a wrestling world title match. The punches come to a screeching halt when Osyrus blocks a left hand, then follows up with a… 

Low blow. 

The kick in between the legs of SDL immediately drops him to one knee, then to the canvas as Osyrus hammers in an over hand right to the jaw of SDL. Osyrus mounts SDL, stiff right hands to the forehead and nose. The ref can’t do nothing but look on as the violence in this No DQ match picked up rather quickly. Osyrus stands up, trying to get the blood flow back into his hand as he shakes it while SDL tries to get back to his feet. 

Knee right to the face of SDL, the challenger on the mat again. 

Osyrus seems to be in total control, thanks to one under handed maneuver in the early goings of the match. The champ reaches down grapping a full hand of red hair before slipping behind his opponent, locking SDL in a waist lock. He lifts and throws SDL backwards so hard, that he flips over and land stomach/chest first on the mat 

The Impact silences the crowd and Osyrus’ negative heat. 

SDL is picked up once again by the hair slowly, bringing him back to his feet, before a scintillating release German suplex by Osyrus takes him to the canvas a second consecutive time. Osyrus walks over as he picks SDL head off the canvas before throwing it back down… 

Again 

Again 

And again. Osyrus continues to slam SDL’s head against the mat, but Osyrus suddenly stops. He stops the damage being done to SDL as he exit the ring, grabbing a steel chair from underneath the time keeper. In the ring, SDL slowly gets back to his feet, danger for him is in the air. Osyrus’ trademark evil smirk appears on his face before he slides into the ring. He sees SDL’s effort to get back into this match and makes him smile even more. He slowly raises the steel chair into the air as it now begin to come down toward the forehead of SDL… 

The steel chair drops to the ground, and the fans roar tremendously. SDL saved himself, returning the favor to Osyrus, getting a low blow in the nick of time Osyrus flops on the canvas holding himself, while SDL gets back to a vertical base, as he makes his way toward the steel chair. SDL grabs the chair off the canvas, before turning his sights toward the still recovering Osyrus. As the chair was tightly grasped in SDL’s hand, he thought about the attacks from Osyrus with the steel pipe… 

Wham! 

SDL slams the chair into Osyrus’ legs. He thought about how much it hurt when the stitches were placed in the back oh his head, where now a bald spot lies. Wham! A shot to the head and neck of Osyrus. SDL was snapping… He continued to hit Osyrus in the legs and in the head with the steel chair, wearing his ass out. SDL dropped the chair as he signaled for Trepidation. He grabbed the right leg, then the left before stepping through both legs with his right. SDL leaned down to sych in the hold, but Osyrus grabbed SDL by the hair, rolling him up for a small package! 

One
Two!

Thre.. Kick out at the very last second! 

SDL managed to kick away from Osyrus’ counter out of the sharpshooter. Both men got to their feet simultaneously but Osyrus is the one to regain the advantage, taking down SDL with a close range spear. Osyrus mounts then pummels SDL in the face once again, showing no love lost between both men. Osyrus gets up quickly, driving the point of his elbow into the throat of SDL. He gets back to his feet, drives a second elbow into the neck of SDL, that makes the man hold his throat immediately. Osyrus looks down at SDL, enjoying his pain obviously as he pulls SDL’s chest of the canvas, before slamming his bicep across the throat area again. SDL tries to get away from Osyrus to regroup, but the sadistic world champ zeros in as he straddles the upper back of the challenger, pulling up on the head/upper body. Osyrus reaches over SDL’s head and arms so that his head is facing upward while being trapped under Osyrus’ arm. He applies pressure by pulling back and squeezing on SDL’s head as he writhes in pain. The fans look on, wondering if SDL can withstand the torture being dished out by the man they loved to hate most. Osyrus continues to pull on the neck of SDL, but SDL isn’t giving up any time soon. Osyrus becomes frustrated that SDL is holding on… Osyrus stands up, pulling back so intensely that SDL is slowly coming off the canvas. SDL is now off the canvas, as Osyrus has him in a reverse DDT setup. Osyrus lifts SDL into the air before driving him onto his neck! Osyrus goes for the cover. 

One!

Two! 

Thre… Shoulder up by SDL! 

Osyrus mouths the words, “Oh my god” into the camera as he can’t believe that SDL kicked out of that of that on the spot, innovative maneuver. Osyrus quickly picks SDL off the canvas, slowly backing him into the rope before shooting him across. SDL bounces back before a nasty hooking clothesline to the throat takes him done to the mat. Osyrus drops down for the cover. 

One!

Two! 

Thre! Shoulder up again. The crowd comes alive for SDL. Osyrus shakes his head in disbelief before pulling SDL back to his feet, for another Irish whip into the ropes. This time though, SDL counters as he arm wrings Osyrus’ left arm, twists it tighter before clothesling him down with Red Rose, the devastating short clothesline from SDL. Cover by SDL. 

One! 

Two! 

Thre…Osyrus nearly escapes, that brings the crowd out of their feet to boo the world champ. SDL waits for Osyrus to get back to his feet… Scoops him up with a high angle sidewalk slam in the center of the ring. SDL hooks the leg. 

One! 

Two! 

Thr.. Shoulder up by the champ. SDL goes for the chair as Osyrus gets back to his feet, SDL swings the chair as it crashes into the forehead of Osyrus! 

THE CHAMP IS DOWN, THE CHAMP IS DOWN! 

The crowd jumps out of their seats to cheer on Sepiroth de Luc. SDL is a three count away from becoming the new champion, but he doesn’t’ go for the cover. SDL points to the turnbuckle as he slowly starts walking in it’s direction. He climbs to the top rope as he points down to Osyrus… He jumps off and nails the elbow right into Osyrus’ cold heart! He hooks the leg. 

One!

Two!

Thre.. Osyrus kicks out at 2.999999 seconds, barely saving his titles reign. SDL gets back up to his feet, infuriated that the champ kicked out again. He turns back toward his opponents’ direction before getting knocked down by one tremendous thrust kick, the world has ever seen. Osyrus’ new manager Ryojin had made his presence felt here tonight as he slipped in the ring, without being noticed as he measured and got all of his trademark finisher. 

Ryojin bowed in the ring which got tremendous heat from the crowd as he exited the ring. Osyrus slowly got back to his feet as SDL still laid helpless on the canvas. Osyrus smirked as he made his way toward SDL, grabbing a hand full of hair, picking him off the canvas. He front face locked SDL, throwing SDL’s left arm over his shoulders. Osyrus hooks the left leg of SDL as he lifts him into the air while SDL is suspended upside down, shifting him in front of his body. Osyrus falls straight down, dropping the challenger right on top of his head. Osyrus goes for the cover… 

One!

Two! 

Thre.. SDL kicked out! SDL KICKED OUT! 

Osyrus and Ryojin can’t believe that SDL has the presence of mind to get the shoulder up, even after the continuously damage being caused by them. Osyrus stands up as he jumps into the air, stomping the ground, signaling the end is near! Osyrus quickly lifts SDL onto his shoulder with an Argentina back breaker, but SDL some how counters and drops behind the champ. SDL drops to knee, driving a low blow into Osyrus’ midsection several times repeatedly before taking Osyrus down with a double leg takedown. He wraps Osyrus’ legs up with Trepidation in the center of the ring as Osyrus and Ryojin shake their heads in disbelief. The champ tries to fight out of the hold, slowly making his way to the ropes… And makes it! 

But the No DQ stipulation comes into play, because SDL doesn’t have to release the hold at all! Osyrus screams In pain while holding onto the ropes. SDL uses his remaining strength, pulling Osyrus back to the center of the ring. Osyrus holds the back of his head with both hands, trying to fight the urge to submit.. Osyrus’ arm slowly goes into the air, maybe about to tap out.. when the ref is pulled out of the ring by Ryojin! 

The champ starts to tap, but there is no ref to ring the bell. SDL releases the hold, thinking he won the match and the title but there’s no ref. He looks around for the ref, but he is nowhere in sight. He goes over to the side of the ring, ducking his head through the ropes to call the back into the ring, but instead gets a steel pipe shot to his head for his trouble. SDL collapses in the ring as Ryojin rolls the ref back into the ring. Osyrus is now back to his feet, holding his back in pain as he pulls SDL to his feet. In one swift motion, he lifts SDL onto his shoulders and drives him onto his with a powerbomb. Osyrus still holds on as he picks SDL up onto his shoulder with the Argentina back breaker rack before releasing his legs and throws SDL’s body up in the air while rotating his body in front of his body upside down and facing away from his body. Osyrus grabs around SDL’s torso and sits down, driving the him down on their head! 

Osyrus hooks the leg as the ref slowly makes the cover. 

One! 

Two! 

Three! 

Osyrus retains the title. 

Winner and STILL WORLD CHAMPION : Osyrus

Golden Handshake?

The picture was of an exhausted man, but that man had a big smile on his face, and gold over his shoulder. With his knee wrapped in an ice-bag, and his brace lying beside him, HAWK rested his weary body against the cold hard steel of the lockers behind him.

A few people had given their congrats on the win, noticeably Dunn and Boyd, who knew how much that meant to him, but as a figure appeared at the doorway, and HAWK looked up, a smirky smile and a million dollar wink looked like trouble, as Ethan Winters stood at HAWK's doorway.

"HAWK...HAWK...HAWK...

I must say that, THAT was impressive. I have to be honest with you HAWK, when I made that match, I thought it would be the end of you, but I was wrong, and I will admit that gracefully. We are a team here HAWK, you heard me earlier, I only have a few guys that I can depend on, and now, it's looking like I have got you wrong, dead wrong, so what about we make a truce?"

Winters extended his hand, only for HAWK to shoot him down, as he began to laugh.

"You think I'm that fucking stupid Winters, you're a snake, I can smell it from you. The shades, the limo, the fresh cut, the jewelry, all of it. You're in it for the money, and to be frank, you can shove your truce up your pompous ass...now get the fuck out of my dressing room."

Winters nearly exploded, but he kept what composure he had and finished off the conversation.

"You'll rue the day that you fucked me over HAWK, I gave you a second chance!"

"I already pissed all over your first chance, hit me with what you've got..."

"Don't you worry about that..."

As Winters left HAWK's dressing room and bang could be heard as HAWK threw some inanimate object off the door as it was shut, and as Winters looked down the hall and seen one of his men, he knew what to do...

No Respect 

"What the fuck is going on tonight Winters? 

I have been hearing that old has-been Silver Hawk talking shit about me, saying I am not a worthy champion. Did I or did I not retain this belt tonight against SDL in what was supposed to be the main event? 

Haven’t I been undefeated in singles competition since I have arrived here in A… C… Dub yah… Than why in the hell am I not getting any fucking respect around here that I deserve? I am getting sick of this shit! If it’s not the fans, or the officials, it’s some jealous ass wrestler that wished they were as good as me! 

"I agree with you completely O, that why things are going to change around here starting tonight!" 

Winters whispers something into Osyrus’ ear as the scene changes to the ring, where the last match of the night is about to happen, a match that still hasn't been announced yet.

Could Winters have two new Main Event'ers to finish the night off?

Who could it be?

We where about to find out as Winters pushed through the curtain, to a chorus of boo's, but he didn't care and continued.

"You all may be wandering what the hell is going on here tonight? Should the Osyrus and SDL WORLD TITLE match have been the main event, well ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid you are wrong about that one. You see, we seem to have an ego in the ranks of ACW, an ego who thinks that he can do no wrong and that he is better than everyone, well tonight I made it my personal duty to set that person straight."

Winters began to walk down to the ring as he kept talking.

"Tonight you will see another title change, the TV Title?

Nope.

World Title?

Nope.

SilverHAWK get your ass out here!"

Everyone in the arena looked at the bigSCREEN  as it lit up with HAWK walking in the backstage area of the arena, his newly acquired US Title slapped over his shoulder as he stroller around. As he walked past various people and through various parts of the backstage, he began to walk into the dark set as he followed arrows which helped him on his way as he looked to walk to the stage, but as he turned around a corner a steel chair was drove into his back, as the fans screamed and the camera turned, ICU's face lit up the screen, a satanic smile crossing his face as host of his body was wrapped from their epic battle only a hour or so ago. 

Was he about to have another shot?

The curtains opened as SilverHAWK rolled down the ramp, ICU pushing him down with his feet, showing no respect for the veteran, but as ICU slung SilverHAWK into the ring, he then turned back, nodding at Winters and then walking up the ramp, dodging a few coke cups on his way.

"Thank you ICU, you're loyalty will be rewarded next week. HAWK, you think you are better than everyone? How about this...tonight you will wrestle ANOTHER match against...former Realm Wrestling superstar...Ethan...Ryan...Alexander!" 

    
ACW United States Championship Match
SilverHAWK (c) Vs. ERA

ERA strolled down to the ring as HAWK lay flat out on the mat, in the ring, under Winters, who watched one of his new acquisitions stroll down with a huge smile on his face. The 6'4'', 257lb'er could have been the very first REALM World Champion, and most of the fans in the arena knew exactly who he was, and they feared for the new US Champion, HAWK, to what ERA might do to him. 

As ERA slid into the ring, HAWK crawled into the corner of the ring as Winters stood at ring side, got a referee to come down and the bell rang, this match was official.

ERA stomped on HAWK as he sat in the corner, Winters standing right behind HAWK, shouting at ERA to tear him up, which ERA tried to do. As HAWK was picked up to his feet, his knee almost buckled from under him, but ERA picked him up and put him back on the mat with a shin-breaker. 

HAWK shouted into the canvas in pain and frustration, he had no chance. 

ERA picked him up once again, and then whipped him to the ropes, but HAWK broke down before he could even reach the ropes. 

Winters laughed out loud as he walked up and down up at ring side, ERA laughed back as HAWK was in serious trouble.

ERA picked HAWK up and put him on the top rope, and then super-plexed him off the top rope, and then refused to cover him. The referee was more or less pleading with ERA to pin HAWK, but ERA looked over at Winters who was more or less motioning to break HAWK's leg. 

Winters then moved over to the announcers table and swiped the microphone off of the table.

"This match will only be won, by a PINFALL and only a PINFALL"

DROP

What was he playing that?

That meant that even if ERA put a submission hold on HAWK, he couldn't stop it, nobody could.

ERA shouted something at Winters, whom then shoved someone off a chair at ring side and then threw it into the ring. ERA placed it to the side as he left that for later. ERA took HAWK's legs and then put him in a figure-four leg-lock, this was going to end HAWK. 

HAWK screamed as ERA had a sadistic smile on his face, as he placed more pressure on that severely injured leg. ERA pulled and pushed with his hands, to try and get the most pressure on that leg possible, but ERA's face changed as HAWK pulled himself up and then began to pull ERA's legs apart, ERA was shocked that HAWK still had any sort of strength left, and as the hold began to break HAWK sucker punched ERA in the nose.

HAWK rolled himself back and then speared ERA as he tried to get to his feet, HAWK smashing ERA in the face with a few right hands, but the arena erupted in a melay of boos and jeers as the ACW World Champion, Osyrus, came bursting down the ramp, dropping his title just before he slid into the ring. 

As he elbow dropped HAWK, HAWK moved out of the way for Osyrus to hit ERA in the chest with the elbow. HAWK was on his feet and there was a stand off between the three men...

WHAM!

Winters stood behind HAWK, holding the out of shape chair in his hands, as ERA motioned for Osyrus to pick up the battered and bruised HAWK. 

ERA took HAWK and smashed him to the ground with a powerful Sambo suplex, and he then covered as Winters pushed the referee down to the mat to the make the count.

Osyrus and Winters stood over HAWK with a huge smirk on both of their faces as the referee made the count.

1.....

2.....

3!

Winters leap out of the ring and collected the US Title and passed it over to ERA, as both men embraced as Osyrus got in a few more kicks to Osyrus before shaking hands with the new US Champion and the owner. 

It was never going to be a classic, because Winters simply wouldn't have wanted it that way.

Was this all a plan?

Give him a sniff of Gold before ripping it away from him?

4 men where now in the ring, 3 of them united.

One ACW United States Champion.

One ACW World Champion

One ACW Owner

One ACW Hero

Only one winner?

Don't underestimate the Fallen...

Winner and NEW US CHAMPION : ERA