Every
new federation must
have a first show on
TV, and more times
than not, that first
show is the stepping
stone to something
even bigger.
Rule
#1 in federation
creation; Make the
first show rock!
Last
week, ACW had it's
first show, and it
ended on a very low
note, with
internal bickering
between the three
owners ending with the
show being cut, just
as the climax to the
US title match was
going to be made. It
was not just the three
owners that where
bickering, as there
are already fights in
the locker room. With
Shabazz's clear intent
to annoy every white
man, ICU decided to
step in, with a
confrontation looming
in the near future.
The comical and
athletic talents of
eXistenZ have been
brought into ACW, by
one of the most
unlikely sources,
Wombat Guerrera. Last
of all was SilverHAWK.
As an essential cog in
the ACW machine for
the last 6 or so
years, Winters doesn't
seem to like the look
of him, and he was the
initial starting point
to the management
feud.
A
federations foundation
should be strong.
Strong
Management.
Strong
Roster.
Strong
TV links.
Strong
Production.
ACW's
biggest problem lies
not with SilverHAWK or
anyone else, but
whether they can pull
together and get this
to work, or is that
the fun of it?
Watching
utter mayhem commence
every Sunday on FOX!
EARLIER
TODAY!
The
three senior members
of the ACW staff stood
side by side with one
another, inside the
arena hallway. It was
still a good three
hours until show time,
but you could still
hear the sound of
drilling and hammering
as the road crew where
erecting the ring and
set. The trio stood,
Winters, Boyd and
Dunn, in that order,
Boyd obviously trying
to be the referee
between the two men
who caused the show to
come to a sudden halt
last week, to the
delight of the FOX
executives, yeah.
"Listen
Dunn," Winters
started the meeting,
"I realise now
that I can't do this
alone, well with Boyd.
Last week was very
foolish of me, as I
thought that this was
just any normal
production, but this
is nothing like your
run of the mill TV
show is it."
Both
Dunn and Boyd shook
their head in the
agreement, as Winters
continued on with his
cry.
"Therefore,
I would like to
apologize with all my
heart, as we are in
this as a trio, not a
duo, or anyone going
along. A trio."
"UNITE
US!" Boyd yelled
as he threw a clenched
fist in the middle of
the warring ACW staff.
Dunn placed his hand
on Boyd's and
reluctantly, Winters
placed his on the
heap.
"I
appreciate that Ethan,
I had to take a stand
last week, I'm just
sorry that the product
had to suffer. If I
could have gotten
through to you any
other way, I would
have, but it just
wasn't going to
happen."
Winters
understood, one of his
main...scrub that, his
only fault was that he
was a little
egotistical. He had
been told that before,
he has even admitted
it openly, he thought
that was what was
special about him, he
never dithered in
self-pity, he always
thought the best of
himself.
Both
Dunn and Winters shook
hands as they agreed
to set their
differences aside for
tonight, as this was
as big a show as last
week's was. Through
the whole of ACW's
existence, they had
not ever had a world
champion, as it was
merely a road show.
Tonight, there would
be a champion for the
very first time, and
it was between two
men, Arcayin and
Osyrus. Two men who
have only been ACW
employee's for merely
a month, and it hurt
people like...
Swooping
From The Depths
"SILVERHAWK!
SILVERHAWK!
SILVERHAWK!
SILVERHAWK!
SILVERHAWK!
SILVERHAWK!"
It
was a cry that he had
heard so many times
that he couldn't
remember, but he
wouldn't give it up
for one minute. For
years he had traveled
the world with
numerous wrestling
federation. Japan,
Europe, South and
North America, but no
matter where he went,
he could never find a
home.
ACW
was Home.
However,
it seemed like Ethan
Winters had become his
Mum's new boyfriend,
as he thought that
this man was out, to
break his home up,
even though that
wasn't in Winters'
game plan. As
SilverHAWK entered the
arena, on a dusky
September night, he
could only think of
the happy times in his
wrestling career.
Being
undefeated in any
federation ring for
over 13months.
Winning
the first ever Triple
Cage Match which was
put into practice.
For
surviving a barbed
wire match in Japan in
1995, something that
he would never forget,
and never re-attempt.
His
win over Stone Cold
Steve Austin, back
when he was just
"The
Ringmaster".
HAWK
had done a lot in his
"career" but
it seemed as if the
biggest hurdle that he
had to overcome was
going to be the new
owner of his home,
Ethan Winters. The
grudge had come from
nowhere, even though
Winters could be used
by ACW, it seemed that
it was never going to
happen.
"Sup
HAWK?"
It
was Jimmy Gonz. Gonz
and HAWK had known
each other for a long
time, even they never
knew how long their
friendship had lasted,
but it had lasted
through the good, and
through the bad. Gonz,
being just as old as
HAWK, was told that he
was not needed in a
wrestling capacity at
ACW anymore, but they
would have an
opportunity for him.
He was now helping
with the interviews at
ACW, that was all.
Winters had turned one
of the most
under-rated wrestlers
on the planet at one
time, into an
assistant for
interviews.
HAWK
was scared what
position he would be
offered.
Ring
Crew?
Fluffer?
Doorman?
It
wouldn't come down to
that...would it?
"Gonz,
how did it come to
this huh?"
Gonz
shook his head in
despair and put a
supporting arm around
HAWK as they walked to
his locker room.
"Man,
it used to be you and
me who seen all the
old guys walking in,
asking for a little
bit of give from the
young'uns, now we are
the old dogs just
looking for a friggin'
bone. Listen man, all
us old guns are still
routing for you man,
you gotta take a stand
about this. OK none of
us are gonna take over
the fed or anything
extreme as that, but
the way Winters has
just pushed us aside
has put a bad taste in
my mouth, it's
disrespect from a
little cotton nose
candy fucker like
him."
"Gonz
man, it's gonna
change, I'm going to
see Dunn later, and
then things will be
changing, for the
better."
Both
Gonz and HAWK shook
hands as they stood
outside a door which
had HAWK's name on it.
"Don't
get me wrong HAWK,
these young guys are
good, real good, but
even they know how we
are being
treated."
HAWK
opened the door to
reveal possibly the
smallest dressing room
in the building, Gonz
patted HAWK in the
back once again and
left chuckling to
himself as HAWK
stormed off, looking
for his pray.
Wombat
Guerrera Vs. eXistenZ
Wombat
and eXistenZ stood
behind the curtain,
warming up for their
match which was just
about to go on in
about 30 seconds.
Guerrera and eXi had
met only last week,
but they seemed to
have bonded in some
unusual way, as they
where both
"special"
characters. As eXi
done some push up's on
the stairs near by the
entrance-way, Wombat's
music began to play as
the little Mexican
pulled back the
curtain to a courteous
applause. Nobody
really knew what was
going to come up next,
this was un-chartered
waters that these two
men where about to go
into, and as
"With You"
by Linkin Park kicked
in, eXi shifted the
curtain a multitude of
flashes greeted eXi as
he thrust his fist in
the air to a pop from
the fans, which most
of the guys at the
back where surprised
at. eXi rolled into
the ring and placed
his feet on the bottom
rope, posing for
pictures before the
referee tapped him on
the back and asked for
this match to get
underway. eXi and
Wombat winked at one
another and touched
fist's as the bell
rang, and these two
men looked to have one
of the best matches of
their lives.
As
the two men locked up,
and air of
anticipation gripped
the crowd as they took
to their seats and
watched the action
unfold, as Wombat
placed eXi in a
headlock and rolled
him through and swept
his legs as eXi
bounced back to his
feet. As he got up, he
looked for a
clothesline but
missed, and instead
looked to whip himself
against the ropes, a
leapfrog by Wombat and
then he performed the
splits as eXi jumped
over him, but as
Wombat was on the
ground eXi stopped,
and tapped his head as
he turned around and
looked to hit Wombat
with a leg drop, but
Wombat shifted himself
out of the way and
then looked to kick
eXi in the face, but
he pulled his body
back as he lay on the
mat, Wombat jumped to
his feet and looked to
hit eXi with a
moonsault, but as eXi
moved out the way both
men got to their feet
and had a stand-off,
ECW style.
A
pop from the fans
showed that this match
was going to be pretty
well received.
eXi
and Wombat posed to
the fans as they took
a few photo's as they
both circled the ring,
eXi almost bumping
into the referee. As
both men looked to
lock up once again, a
kick in the gut by
Wombat gave him the
initiative in this
match. Wombat repeated
the kicks and pushed
eXi to the corner of
the ring. eXi was
thrust into the corner
as Wombat hit eXi with
a few punches to the
jaw and then whipped
eXi to the corner. As
eXi bulleted to the
corner, he planted his
foot on the bottom
turnbuckle and then
turned around as
Wombat ran towards
him, eXi hit Wombat
with a drop toe hold
which left Wombat
smashing his face off
the bottom turnbuckle.
Wombat
popped up to his feet
and was thrust to the
mat with a snap suplex as
he bounced off the mat
and held his back in
pain. As he sat up eXi
bounced off the ropes
and drop kicked Wombat
to the back of the
head, a move which
could have caused a
serious injury if done
with enough power. eXi
pulled Wombat's mask
and pulled him to his
feet, and then whipped
him to the ropes. Leap
frog by eXi and then
he looked to monkey
flip Wombat, but
Wombat rolled through
it, on eXi's back and
jumped on the second
rope to hit eXi with
an Asai Moonsault!
"One...Two!"
eXi
jolted his right side
into the air as he
kicked out of an
amazing move by
Wombat, who picked up
eXi by his red straw
like hair and put him
back to the mat with a
power slam, before
climbing up to the top
rope, but as he got to
the top eXi was
already up, and he
knocked Wombat's legs
from beneath him and
then hit in him the
face with a few
forearms. eXi himself
climbed to the top
rope and tried to hit
Wombat back to the mat
with a super-plex, but
Wombat blocked it, and
through eXi off the
top rope, onto the mat
outside! eXi stumbled
to hit feet as Wombat
came off the top rope
and to further eXi's
pain, hit him with a
cross body.
"Holy
Shit! Holy Shit! Holy
Shit! Holy Shit! Holy
Shit!"
As
the fans mocked an old
ECW chant as eXistenZ
and Wombat tried to up
the ante a little
more. Wombat too eXi
and lay him over the
barrier before
climbing onto the ring
apron himself, Wombat
then jumped off the
ring apron and kicked
eXi in the back,
causing him to squash
up against the barrier
and then bounce back
off it of as he lay on
the ground holding his
chin. Wombat rolled
into the ring and then
rolled back out as he
broke the referee's
count up, to the
referee's annoyance.
"Get
him back in here
Wombat!"
Was
all the referee could
muster as Wombat hit
eXi with a few right
hands as he mounted
him on the mat, the
referee starting
another count. Wombat
then pulled eXi to his
feet and threw him
back in the ring, then
jumped up the apron,
awaiting eXi's return
to his feet. As eXi
did get to his feet,
Wombat sprung himself
to the top rope and
went for another cross
body, only to be
stopped as eXi drop
kicked him in mid-air!
"SOMEONE
IS GONNA DIE
TONIGHT!" was
shouted by the nearby
ring announcer as both
men lay on the mat,
the referee beginning
his count and the fans
where on their feet as
they applauded the
wrestlers' efforts so
far. Both men got to
the their feet at the
same time and began to
exchange right hands
as the fans still
stood up, chanting
away. Both men
connected with two
right hands each
before Wombat went for
a clothesline but
missed as eXi ducked,
eXi then turned around
and attempted to kick
Wombat in the stomach,
only for Wombat to
catch his foot, eXi's
only way out was to
somersault backwards
but as he landed,
Wombat planted him
with a double-footed
dropkick to the chest
which nearly sent
eXistenZ out of the
ring!
Wombat
lifted himself to his
knees and then sprang
up, as he then moved
over to eXi, who was
lying in the fettle
position in the corner
of the ring, holding
his chest. Wombat
grabbed his leg and
pulled him to the
middle of the ring,
and then singled that
he was going up top
again. He waved for
eXi to rise to his
feet, which eXi did
after a matter of
seconds, but as Wombat
launched himself off
of the top rope, eXi
was clearly aware of
what he was doing, as
he almost caught
Wombat in mid air and
rolled him up into a
small package type
move, it didn't matter
what it was called,
the shoulders where
pinned.
"One...Two...Three!!"
A
crowd exploded as
eXistenZ's hand was
raised in victory as
he was paraded to the
fans and then climbed
the top rope and
through his fist in
the air.
"I
RAWK!"
As
eXi was on the top
rope he looked down at
Wombat, who was going
through the move in
his head it looked
like. As Wombat was
about to leave the
ring, eXi pulled him
back as both men
shared a truly magic
moment in the middle
of the ring, as the
sell-out ground was on
their feet, giving
these two men the
props that they
deserve. The came in
the ring as mutual
friends, but now that
is what they really
were, friends, as they
left the ring
together.
Winner
:
eXistenZ and the
Fans
Swooping
From The Depths Pt 2
As
he raced around the
backstage area, you
know exactly what he
was looking for, or to
be more specific, who
he was looking for.
Ethan
Winters.
HAWK
had been looking for
around 20 minutes now,
and he had searched
high and low for
Winters, but to no
avail. There was only
one more place to
check, and that was
the parking lot. As he
swung the door open,
revealing a number of
parked cars, he could
see any sign of
movement at all. No
engine noise, no tire
screeches, nothing.
Just the wind
whistling in the cool
night skies, as he
walked through the
parked cars, like a
thief in the night.
As
he looked at each of
the cars, there was
only one of them that
took his eye of being
owned by Mr. Winters,
and that was a yellow
Ferrari Diablo, which
was parked in the
exclusive part of the
car park.
HAWK
touched the hood, it
was warm.
There
was also skid marks
leading up the road,
to the space, someone
had come in a hurry.
As HAWK got closer to
the car, the album was
set off my his
movement, however it
didn't deter him from
his work. He checked
the passenger and
driver seats, it was
Winters' car all
right, the car was
full of pictures, of
Winters in his first
TV appearance, and one
of someone he couldn't
quite make out. HAWK
walked over to the
other side of the car
to have a closer look
through the tinted
windows, it was hard
to make out who is
was, and they where
black and white
pictures too.
"Is
that...Se"
"HEY!
GET AWAY FROM MY
CAR!"
HAWK's
head looked at Winters
as fast as humanly
possible, Winters eyes
grew large as he
looked at HAWK,
fearing for his life.
The two men had never
met before in their
lives, yet their
hatred for each other
was so intense, it was
clearly something of
marvel. As HAWK took a
step forwards, Winters
took one back, until
HAWK was walking at
Winters full paced,
and Winters was
running back into the
arena. The arena door
slammed shut behind
HAWK, as the wind took
a hold of it, a gust
of papers falling all
over the floor as
Winters and HAWK stood
opposite from one
another for more or
less the first time.
HAWK cracked his
knuckles,
Winters...could only
tremble, he could not
even manage to release
a word from his
shaking mouth.
"It
goes like this
Winters. You say you
are sorry for what you
have done to me, and
then you give me a
match next week, and
then we can forget all
about this little
meeting of ours. Then
again, if you don't do
that, well, that
little car of ours
will have a disability
sticker on it by
tomorrow."
Winters
gulped, Vinnie Mac
style as he managed to
get his words out.
"I...don't
know who you think you
are Mr. HAWK, but you
are in no position to
be making
demands."
HAWK
frowned, and then
laughed out loud as he
took Winters' threat
into consideration.
"Mr.
HAWK, I take my job
very seriously, and
NOBODY, and I mean
NOBODY, will mess with
my show tonight, next
week, or ever. I have
chosen the roster that
I want, I have chosen
the Champions that I
want, and I'm going to
choose the careers
that I can
ruin!."
BANG~!
SilverHAWK
dropped to the ground
as he was cracked in
the back of the head
with a steel chair,
which was then dropped
to the ground by the
culprit, who was
wearing what looking
to be like a robe,
covering his head with
the hood. Winters
laughed and walked off
as the man stood over
HAWK, who was laying
on the ground, on his
stomach. As the man
left, HAWK watched him
leave, but could do
nothing more, than
watch.
Opening
The Curtains
Wombat
Guerrera stroked a
white towel down his
arm, trying to soak up
the remaining residue
of sweat on his body.
His locker room door
swung open and the
flash of orange-red
notified Wombat that
eXistenZ had just
entered.
"Dude!"
eXistenZ's favorite
word brought a
half-smile to
Guerrera's face. He
had lost to eXistenZ
just a few minutes ago
and losing wasn't
something he had been
programmed to do in
Mexico. But Wombat had
taught himself
something else that
had come in real handy
during his journey in
America: the ability
to not take the
business seriously. So
Guerrera chuckled
under his breath as
eXistenZ collapsed
next to him on the
cheap, wooden bench
and wrapped an arm
around his neck.
"I'll never
forget your awesome
deed last week getting
me this chance to
compete this week.
And, in a few weeks,
when I'm in the top
tiers, the main event
spots of this place I
will not forget the
little people, like
you dude, who made it
all possible,"
eXistenZ stared at the
overhead tiled
lighting, deep in a
daydream.
The door flew inwards
once again, this time
Ethan Winters with his
black sunglasses and
wavy hair on the other
end. He extended his
arms as if to invite
the two wrestlers into
the grasp of a hug.
"Mr.
Winters!"
eXistenZ shot up from
the bench, almost
knocking Wombat
backwards.
"How
bout a title shot next
week?"
WINK
AND THE GUN
Ethan shook his head
and rubbed his palm
across his scalp.
"A main event
match?"
"No, eXistenZ,
that's not why I came
here. I just wanted to
tell you two how great
you did out there. The
crowd is hot and I
think it may have been
the best opening bout
I've ever seen put
on."
"Wow!"
eXistenZ softened
Winters up with the
enthusiastic response
before continuing,
"So, what do I
get for winning?"
"Another match
next week!..."
eXistenZ shook his
head and smiled
approvingly.
"Another chance
in the opening
match!..."
A look of confusion
overtook his face.
"And it's against
Wombat!"
eXistenZ
and Wombat where both
standing side by side,
eXistenZ looked at
Wombat and pat him in
the shoulder before
laughing a little.
"Okay, okay, you
got me. Now who do I
really have next
week?" eXistenZ
crossed his arms
against his chest.
"Wombat Guerrera
is who you have. I
think it is a grand
idea, just do what you
two did this
week!" Winter
turned on his heel and
left the
curtain-jerking-duo to
themselves.
"DUDE! WHEN WILL
HE SEE I'M TOO GOOD
FOR THIS MONKEY
BUSINESS!"
eXistenZ slammed his
forearm into the
locker and turned to
find Wombat with his
arms outstretched.
"I don't want a
hug!" eXistenZ
whispered,
"monkey
boy..."
Almost
There
ACW’s
locker room area is
shown on the Tron; as
the live audience and
millions of viewers
watch around the world
as the camera turns
corners and continues
down hallways. The
camera stops in front
of a locker room door;
it slowly begins to
open. The camera looks
around inside, taking
in it’s surroundings
very well. The room is
very still and silent,
while the camera now
zooms in on a golden
plaque that sits at
the very top of the
locker. Along with the
plaque; wrestling
tights lay over a
metal folding chair,
frames of pictures of
an individual holding
up numerous title
belts stand in the
corner of the locker.
The camera zooms in
closer where the
writing on the frame
is readable;
Former
International
Champion, First Ever
Death Match Champion,
Television Champion
*Retired Belt* and
First ever X champion,
World Tag Team
Champion *Retired
Belt* and Dubbed
“Rising Star of the
Promotion” and many
others.
The
name on that plaque is
one of the men that
would be competing in
the main event for
ACW’s richest
prize… A man could
very well leave
tonight as the first
ever All-Star
Championship Wrestling
World Heavyweight
champion…
Osyrus
The
crowd boos with the
mere sight of that
name. A name that is
synonymous with the
word heel or
antagonist in
professional
wrestling. A man that
would do anything to
win a match of this
caliber. A match that
is no question the
biggest of his young
career.
‘Are
you enjoying yourself
over there?” A voice
begs the question from
behind the camera man.
‘Do
you like looking at
the belongings of
another man? Does it
make you feel more of
a man, taking in the
nostalgia of
everything I have
accomplished thus far
in this business?’
The voice asks
the camera man another
question in a low tone
of voice..
The
camera man turns
around slowly as
Osyrus walks in front
of the camera,
slightly tapping it
with the tips of his
fingers. The crowd
lets out a loud
negative eruption at
seeing the man they
despise in the flesh.
Osyrus sits in the
metal chair right in
front of his locker,
knelling down as he
begins lacing up his
right boot.
"Since
you’re here, you
might as well hear
what I have to say
about my match
tonight. A match where
I will get what should
already be rightfully
mine.
Pay
close attention, you
might learn
something."
The
camera zooms in tight.
"After
all I have been
through, after all the
opponents I have
defeated and
overcame… This
“one” is the most
important of them all.
This “one”
opponent is standing
in between me and my
life long goal, and
that is become a World
Champion. I want to
ask my opponent a
question tonight, do
you know how much
pressure is going to
be on you tonight?
Knowing that you are
probably in for the
fight of your life…
For my title?"
Crowd
boos Osyrus’
cockiness and smug
behavior as he
continues.
"Are
you as ready for me as
I am for you Mr.
Arcayin? I don’t
think so."
Osyrus
reaches behind him,
into his locker area
as he pulls out a
manila folder. The
crowd silences,
wondering what will
happen next. Osyrus
opens the folder as he
begins to read it’s
contents.
"Nicknamed
the Soul Reaver, the
320 pound Arcayin is 6
feet 8 inches tall.
Blood type is T, very
unheard of by the
doctors I made
research it but I’ll
continue. Hometown is
unknown by the idiots
in ACW but as a matter
of fact my sources say
he is from Atlanta,
Georgia. Date of
Birth… Nobody cares.
His wrestling style is
Power
House, while pulling
off some innovative
moves here and there
when he isn’t
roaring like those
fucking dinosaurs from
Jurassic park. Average
brawler which nothing
I haven’t
encountered before.
But here is the best
information of it
all… "
The
crowd listens
intently, waiting for
Osyrus to give out the
information that will
supposedly give him
the upper hand in
tonight’s match.
"This
so called loner
Arcayin has family,
better yet he has
family in the
professional wrestling
business. As a matter
of fact his family
member is a well known
superstar, and
wrestles just like
Arcayin minus the
stupid roaring. I have
studied both men’s
techniques and that
alone will give me the
upper hand tonight. Do
you want to know who
this mystery guy
is?"
Crowd
pops
He’s
a seven footer, almost
400 pounds of muscle.
Many nicknames
you’ve probably
heard of from his
brutal matches in the
ring of crazy and
insane rule the ring.
You know his name as
it’s on the tip of
your tongue, just
waiting for me to tell
you if you’re right
or not. Do you really
want to know that
bad?"
Crowds
lets out a positive
roar…
"Well
I am not going to tell
you!"
The
crowd roars with anger
toward Osyrus as he
begins to chuckle,
then seriousness comes
over his face.
"That
man means nothing to
this promotion! Why do
you even care who he
is? All that matters
is that I am going to
do whatever it takes
in that ring tonight,
so hand is raised in
victory. And if he was
here.. He would be
beaten just as easily
as his brother will be
beaten tonight by me.
Arcayin will be
exposed tonight not as
the monster you want
to see him as, but as
the vulnerable human
being he is!
My
time hasn’t come…
My
time is already here.
It’s
my time to shine and
there isn’t a damn
person that is going
to stop me from
reaching my # 1 goal.
Now
get the fuck out of
here!"
Osyrus
gets up out of the
chair; pushing the
camera out of the
locker room door, and
slamming the door
shut.
ACW
US Title Re-Match
Dustin
Jacobs Vs. ICU
It
was time for the U.S.
Title rematch.
As
the match had ended in
chaos at the end of
Courage last week and
there was no clear cut
winner it was decided
there would be another
match to have a clear
winner and this time,
there would be no
blackouts at the hand
of ACW staff,
guaranteed.
"Black
Sabbath" by Black
Sabbath started up on
the speakers and the
fans started to boo
with hatred as the man
known as "The
Monster" Dustin
Jacobs made his way
out on to the stage.
Jacobs looked at the
crowd and sneered at
them much like last
week, as he made his
way down the ramp and
entered into the ring.
He
paced back and forth
in his corner awaiting
the arrival of his
opponent.
ICU
Once again ICU made
his way out from the
back this week without
music. The fans let
out a huge cheer for
one of their favorite
stars here in ACW. ICU
quickly bolts down the
entrance ramp and
slides under the
bottom rope and
quickly stands up.
He's clearly ready to
get this contest under
way. He stands in his
corner for a second
and the ref signals
for the bell to start
the match. ICU and
Jacobs take a more
toned back approach to
the start of this
contest by circling
the ring staring each
other down. Jacobs
makes the first move
by charging at ICU and
attempting a
clothesline which ICU
ducks and counters
with a neckbreaker.
ICU quickly gets back
to his feet and waits
for Jacobs to return
to his. After a few
seconds Jacobs gets
back up and ICU nails
him with a right hand
to the face. ICU goes
for another but Jacobs
blocks it and connects
with a right hand of
his own. Jacobs then
follows it up with a
forearm shot to the
face of ICU. Jacobs
grabs ICU in a side
headlock and wrenches
the head of ICU as
much as possible.
After a few more
seconds in the
headlock ICU begins to
fight out of it by
nailing Jacobs in the
side with an elbow.
ICU follows it up with
a few more elbow shots
and Jacobs finally
lets go.
ICU goes for a forearm
shot to the face of
Jacobs but Jacobs
blocks it and nails
ICU with a shot to the
gut which causes him
to double over. Jacobs
then follows it up
with a knee to the
face of ICU making him
stumble backwards a
bit. Jacobs then
charges at him and
drills him with a
spear. Dustin Jacobs
quickly goes for the
cover and the ref gets
down to make the
count.
1...
2...
No! ICU kicks out at
the last possible
instant. Jacobs looks
at the referee in a
pissed off expression
screaming that he had
the three count. The
ref assures him it was
only a two count and
Jacobs slams his hand
on the mat in
frustration. Jacobs
quickly stands up and
grabs ICU by the hair
and pulls him up.
Jacobs whips ICU in to
the ropes and connects
with a dropkick to the
chest area of ICU
sending him crashing
to the outside of the
ring. Jacobs stands up
and looks down at ICU
outside of the ring
laying there breathing
hard not moving. The
ref begins the
mandatory ten count
and ICU lays still on
the ground.
After a few seconds
ICU finally begins to
stir and the ref
continues his count.
The ref is up to the
count of six and ICU
finally gets to his
knees and rests his
arms on the ring
apron. Jacobs sees
that ICU is getting to
his feet and quickly
solves that by
dropkicking ICU in the
face and sending him
sprawling back to the
canvas on the outside.
The referee goes over
and warns Jacobs about
his actions then
returns to counting
ICU out. The ref gets
up to the count of
eight and ICU finally
makes it back to his
feet and slides in to
the ring.
Jacobs goes right
after ICU and nails
him with a kick to the
gut. ICU clenches his
stomach in pain and
falls to the canvas.
Jacobs follows up the
move by delivering an
elbow drop to the
spine of ICU. Jacobs
quickly gets back up
and delivers another
elbow to the spine.
Jacobs then gets back
up and goes over to
the turnbuckle and
climbs up to the
second rope and dives
off delivering another
elbow to the spine of
ICU. Jacobs gets back
up and flips ICU over
and delivers a leg
drop to the throat
area of ICU. Jacobs
quickly makes the
cover and the ref gets
down to count once
again.
1...
2...
No! ICU somehow kicks
out once again. Jacobs
cannot believe that
ICU kicked out and he
quickly starts
delivering right hands
to the face of ICU.
After about five solid
shots to the face
Jacobs slams ICU's
head in to the canvas
then gets up and
starts kicking him in
the ribs. ICU clutches
his side in pain as
the ref tells Jacobs
to back off. The ref
quickly checks ICU and
asks him if he's okay
and Jacobs takes the
time to taunt the
crowd which responds
by booing him. After a
second the ref says
ICU is okay and backs
off and Jacobs goes to
attack him but ICU
reaches up and gets
Jacobs in a school boy
rollup and the ref
gets down to make the
count.
1...
2...
3!
ICU
just stunned Jacobs
with the victory!
ICU
quickly rolled out of
the ring and the
referee raised his
hand in victory, as
Jacobs stands in the
ring looking pissed.
ICU hunches over in
pain for a few seconds
and then gets hit from
behind and sent
sprawling on to the
ground near ringside. Suddenly
there was a sudden
rush of noise from the
crowd, as they all
seemed to get to their
feet very quickly.
It
was SilverHAWK
This
was indeed his debut
on ACW TV, but the
fans suddenly looked
in horror as he began
to take apart the new
US Champion and he
slammed ICU into the
steel ramp way, three
times in the head, and
then a huge DDT on it,
ICU bouncing up with a
move that could have
easily broken the
man's neck. The fans
didn't know what to
do, they loved ICU,
and the fans who knew
about ACW in the first
place loved
SilverHAWK. Some of
the arena booed, the
others cheered as HAWK
took apart the new
champion. SilverHAWK
walked up the ramp way
with a mean look on
his face, his head was
all bandaged up from
the chair shot he took
earlier in the night.
Was
this a message to that
man?
Or
was this a message to
Winters?
Winner
and NEW ACW US
CHAMPION :
ICU
Almost
There : Minutes Away
Osyrus
stands on the other
side of the curtain;
waiting the
introduction to the
most important match
of his young career.
24 years of age,
looking at his chance
to be a world
champion… He
continues to stretch
every bone in his body
feverously, becoming
more and more intense
as the seconds count
away on the clock.
Staff members watch
backstage as Osyrus
continues to synch
himself up for
the match up.
No
more time for talk…
It’s
do or die now…
The
way Osyrus liked it
best…
The
Giant
He
clamps his hands down
in distress.
A
huge man is sitting
down watching the
television screen
contently.
He
runs his hands through
his medium length
blonde hair.
"Finally
I have some place to
call home. A place
where I'll be able to
make a living for my
family. I should
really be out thanking
Ethan Winters but I'm
not.
I
got myself here.
Ethan
Winters couldn't find
any better big man
then Monstrosity.
It's
only my first night
here but I promise
that I will make a
impact. I will be on
top of the game.
Hell
if Andre can do
it...So Can I"
Monstrosity
stands up from his
bench, walks out of
his locker room
letting the door slam
behind him.
FUCK!
“What
the fuck”
It
was only a matter of
time before Ivan would
make his way back to
the states, after
being lead to Russia
by revenge owner Boris
Garborev.
After
bring the famous
federation from Russia
to the states Boris
knew this production
would raise
dramatically, but
Boris put his head way
to far in the big pile
of shit that fighting
it wasn’t the best
thing to do. Seeing
this Boris knew
revenge wouldn’t
last in the states and
he wanted the only
person that could
handle revenge in
Russia that being Ivan
Coe Unger.
With
the aggressive
addiction for pain
Ivan became one of the
most known guys in
revenge to this date.
In the short time that
he was there he won
every title except for
the heavyweight title,
which many felt he
strongly deserved. His
well deserved match
with the champion came
within an inch of
happening until the
federation folded and
Boris’s huge plan to
take over the
wrestling world had
ended with an earth
shattering thud.
Ivan
was without a home
stuck in a country he
had no knowledge for.
He couldn't
communicate with the
people, and even if he
did there respect for
him would be so
pathetic his
aggression would be
taken out on them.
It
wasn’t until two
weeks ago had Ivan
been contact about a
job. Ethan, a strong
supporter for
Boris’s product,
contacted Ivan about a
wrestling production
that would some day
take WWE by storm, and
be the top federation.
“How
can ACW be the top
federation without
giving the only
deserving champion the
right to hold the
title.”
Ivan
sat in his locker room
clinching his fist in
aggravation over his
last match.
“I’m
well more deserving of
the top title in this
federation then any
other person, and yet
a United States title
is what I get. Hell
ACW’s even trying to
stop me from doing
that.”
SilverHawk
on his own free will
did the unthinkable.
He set the tone
for the evil
intentions that now
are written into
Ivan’s mind. Repercussions
will be made and they
will be carried out by
your new United States
Champion.
“Fuck
that, Repercussions
will me carried out by
the only man who can,
Ivan Coe Unger.”
ACW
World Title
Osyrus
Vs. Arcayin
In
all it's history, ACW
had never had a World
Title, as it's main
purpose was a touring
wrestling road show,
there was no
competition, there was
just a group of men
trying to put on the
best show possible,
and that is what they
did for the number of
years that they where
doing it, until a
certain Mr. Winters
came into the
federation. With his
introduction, he brung
the elements needed to
take the ACW Road
show, to a whole new
level, and right now,
the head of this new
promotion would be
chosen. The two men
who where going to go
for this title, where
Osyrus and Arcayin.
One of which has been
around a decent amount
of time and have
enough respected
federations on his
resume' to take him
very seriously, and
the other doesn't have
a resume'. These two
men have probably not
met in their life, but
tonight they will meet
for the biggest prize
in the ACW, the
Champion will go home
a Legend, the loser a
forgotten entity.
"Born
with Nothing, Die with
Everything" by
Papa Roach played
throughout the arena
as the fans got to
their feet to boo and
jeer the oncoming
wrestler, Osyrus.
"From
San
Diego, CA, weighing 285lbs,
OSYRUS!"
As
he walked down the
ramp way, fans either
side of the barrier
lobbed abuse at him,
but were petrified
when the abuse was
lobbed back, as Osyrus
snarled at fans either
side of him before
sliding into the ring
and not even bothering
posing for a fan
picture in the middle
of the ring, he just
stood, motionless, as
the arena went blood
red. As the drums and
guitar riffs of “My
Plague (New abuse
mix)” by Slipknot
began to play, the
fans exploded for a
monster that had never
even said a word yet.
The fans did not know
anything about him, or
what he wanted in the
ACW, but they liked
his power, his
strength, his stamina
and not least his
ability to destroy
careers.
Arcayin
strolled down to the
ring before jumping on
onto the apron and
climbing into the
ring, where Osyrus
stood, not budging an
inch for his opponent.
Both men eye-balled
each other in the
middle of the ring as
the bell rang, but
both men just stood
nose-to-nose, in an
attempt to build the
intensity between the
two. Osyrus was the
first to move, as he
hit Arcayin with a
right hand, which had
no affect what so
ever. Osyrus looked at
his fist and pulled
back for another right
hand, but Arcayin
ducked the shot and
stood behind Osyrus,
signaling for him to
"Just Bring
It". The fans
exploded as both men
began to exchange
right hands, Arcayin
winning the minor
battle of the fists as
he drove Osyrus into
the corner and then
smashed his knee into
Osyrus' abdominal
muscles and then threw
him to the opposite
turnbuckle and rammed
into him with a body
splash ala Billy Gunn,
but a lot more
powerful as Osyrus
bounced off the
turnbuckle and slapped
himself against the
mat.
Arcayin
roared a battle cry as
he picked up Osyrus
and whipped him to the
ropes, monkey flipping
him in the air and
then clotheslining him
three times as Osyrus
kept coming up for
more and more. Osyrus
had crawled to the
middle of the ropes,
as Arcayin moved over
to him and stuck his
boot in a few times
before sliding out of
the ring and pulling
Osyrus out with him,
by the legs. Arcayin
looked to whip Osyrus
into the ring steps,
but Osyrus put the
breaks on just in time
and instead, whipped
Arcayin into the
crowd, as Arcayin
flipped over the
barricade on impact,
squashing a group of
fans at ring side who
were loving it. Osyrus
lay on the mat while
he got his bearing
before pulling Arcayin
by the hair and
slinging him back over
the barricade and then
back into the ring.
Osyrus
walked over to the
announcers table and
grabbed a steel chair
and then slid back
into the ring, he was
about to clean
Arcayin's clock with
it before the referee
got in the way.
"You going to DQ
me?" Osyrus
shouted as the referee
put his arms in the
air trying to persuade
Osyrus not to go down
this road, but he
didn't have the chance
to, as Arcayin
wrestled the chair out
of Osyrus's hands and
then kicked it out the
ring, both men
standing off once
again, clearly Arcayin
wanted to see which
man was the better, no
weapons, just talent.
Osyrus nodded with
Arcayin's gesture, as
they began to circle
each other and then
locked up, Osyrus
putting his knee to
Arcayin's face,
causing the Monster to
reel back to the
ropes. Osyrus whipped
Arcayin to the other
ropes and then hit him
with a hard knee,
which caused Arcayin
to almost flip in
mid-air.
