Conspiracy
Theory
It’s
hours before the third
ACW television
program; coming off a
good show last week
where they found a
solution to their
problem, the people
wanted action; they
wanted surprises that
would keep them on the
edge of their seats
and All Star
Championship Wrestling
was going to make sure
the people got exactly
what they paid for yet
again. Backstage, the
newly formed alliance
of senior members
Boyd, Dunn and Winters
happily walked down
the hallways
congratulating
themselves on a
tremendous show.
“I think we have
something here.”
Winters told the other
two members of the ACW
staff as all three men
stopped in the
hallway. Dunn and Boyd
look toward Winters
puzzled, wondering
where he was going
with this.
“I say tonight...we
don’t tell the fans
what matches they are
going to see, we’ll
just let the fans take
in the show as it
happens. In suspense
at every moment, like
a real live program
should be.” The
puzzled looks from the
other senior members
turn to excitement as
they seemingly love
the idea.
”As a matter of
fact, I say that one
of the matches should
involve that fellow
Aaron Ward.” Winters
takes a pause while
Boyd and Dunn stand
their in suspense
themselves, waiting
for Winters to finish
his thought.
“That Ward fellow is
a hometown boy to the
New York area isn’t
he?
What
would be better for
these NY city fans to
see one their own in a
match. But you know
what, not just in any
old match, a match
with a mystery
opponent of our
choosing!! What do you
think about that match
team?” Winters
suggesting his idea,
seeing how well it
would get over as Boyd
and Dunn think it
over…
“That’s a great
idea Winters, just
wish I would of
thought of it
first.” Boyd replies
laughingly with a
smile on his face as
the trio continues to
walk down the hallway,
laughing at Boyd’s
joke.
As the three men turn
the corner, the smiles
and laughter would end
abruptly as they
stopped in their
tracks, because around
the corner was someone
who was not in a very
good mood. Around the
corner was someone who
had lots of questions
that needed to be
answered, and Boyd,
Dunn and Winters were
the only men that
could give him those
answers…
”Just the people I
wanted to see.”
Spoke a voice with
obvious anger in it as
the individual walked
from around the
corner.
”How’s it going
champ, I meant to
congratulate you last
week, but weren’t in
a very good mood
man.” Winters spoke
cautiously as Osyrus
moved closer to the
trio in a stalking
fashion.
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Osyrus
stood their in front
of the three, clad in
a dark attire. Black
leather jacket;
matching black t-shirt
with dark blue jeans
and shiny black boots.
He slowly adjusted his
brand new ACW World
heavyweight
championship belt,
that rested on his
left shoulder, nothing
taking his eyes off
all three men.
Osyrus begins to
chuckle to himself,
before an evil smirk
slowly stretches
across his face.
“You
know what Winters, I
am still not in a good
mood.”
The
senior members could
tell that Osyrus meant
business as they could
see the fire in his
eyes, and the anger in
his voice.
“What the fuck was
that last week after
my victory? Were you
three responsible for
that guy who jumped me
after the greatest
moment of my career?
Let alone ACW’s
greatest moment!! Did
you guys set that hit
up? And if you did,
somebody is going to
pay tonight! I want
answers dammit!!!”
Osyrus demands to know
answers as the trio
franticly tries to
think of something,
without getting killed
by their near 7 ft,
almost 300 pounded
World champion.
“We
just knew that SDL
joined ACW, and was
backstage all evening.
We didn’t know he
was going to attack
you after your match
thought, that was of
his own judgement.”
Dunn replied, trying
to ease the tension of
this situation.
Osyrus shakes his head
in disbelief, as he
starts to crack his
knuckles.
"He’s telling
you the truth O,
didn’t you see how
we had those ACW staff
members try to pull
him off you? We
wouldn’t let anyone
hurt our World
champion now would
we?” Winters
desperately tried to
convince Osyrus of no
such conspiracy
theory. Winters
reaches up to put his
hand on Osyrus’
right shoulder, but O
snarls at Winters as
he slowly draws back
his arm.
“Well you better be
right, or I know who I
am going to be looking
for first.” Osyrus
responds as he slowly
points at each men,
before he continues to
walk down the hallway.
“Whew… that was
close.” Boyd lets
out a sigh of relief
as he bends over,
breathing hard in the
hallway.
Winters begins to
laugh out loud as both
men look at him
strangely.
”Why are you
laughing for Winters?
We almost got beaten
up by that pipe
wielding maniac?!!”
Dunn wonders confused
by the whole
situation.
”Because I like his
fire and I can tell
this night is just
getting started.”
Winters exclaims as
all three continue to
walk down the hallway.
“I hope you’re
right Winters… I
hope you’re
right.” Dunn’s
reply is heard from
around the corner.
Up'ing
The Ante
It
was the first time
that the big screen
had ever been used in
this manner, but it
was about to make it's
promo use debut, as
Ethan Winters' face
filled the screen as
the broadcast began,
in an old Vince
McMahon type promo his
face grinning like a
Cheshire cat.
"Welcome
to the THIRD edition
of ACW Courage, LIVE!
on FOX!"
As
the camera panned out,
the crowd exploded, as
they found out that
Winters wasn't at the
show tonight, but he
was infact standing in
front of the FOX
headquarters in New
York.
"Yes,
you are correct, I am
indeed in front of the
FOX HQ and in only a
short matter of time,
going to have a
meeting with one of
the heads of
Production...why you
may ask?
Well,
it has come to my
attention that we have
indeed made the Bosses
in this very building,
a little bit angry, so
I am here to set
things straight with
them, but enough of
that, I have some NEWS
for you people, some
GREAT news...
Which
will come later in the
show, but I'll give
you a small hint, we
have an un-scheduled
match coming up very
soon."
The
audience groaned as
Winters gave the
camera a wink and the
gun as he began to
walk to the FOX
entrance, he stopped
and turned back
around. He motioned
for someone behind the
camera to give him
something and they
indeed passed a piece
of card to him, which
he read and then
smiled.
"This
is the card for
tonight, which you
aren't gonna
see...anyway, the
first match seems to
be Wombat Guerrera
against eXistenZ, well
how about we up the
ante a little on that
one. If eXistenZ
thinks that he can
mess with the big
boys, we will see just
how big a boy he
really is, this is
going to be a Loser
Leaves ACW Match.
Good
Night From the FOX
HQ...WELL FOR NOW
ANYWAY!"
LOSER
LEAVES ACW
Wombat Guerrera Vs.
eXistenZ
"With
You" by Linkin
Park blasted over the
PA system and eXistenZ
cringed. It was his
second week as the
proverbial
"curtain-jerker"
and he didn't enjoy
it, not one bit, but
he had to put on a
show and a
performance, for
tonight his job, even
though it was only one
week old, was on the
line.
Halfway down the
aisle, eXistenZ
paused, twisted and
performed his wink and
finger gun pop to a
massive pop. He
scrambled up to the
apron and mounted the
turnbuckles, jutting
both fists into the
air and screaming
"I RAWK!" to
the fans below him.
His crowd-pumping
activities were
interrupted, however,
by Jimi Hendrix. The
masked luchador jogged
onto the stage to an
equal crowd reaction
as eXistenZ's, his
hair flailing in chaos
as he went back and
forth between
guardrails, slapping
hands with his fans.
At this moment,
eXistenZ realized this
was his chance to get
ahead and, as Wombat
tore off his tank top,
eXi lunged and sent a
right into the back of
his skull. The referee
signaled for the bell
and their second match
has begun. Last week,
Guerrera had taken him
to the brink and back
and eXistenZ was going
to make sure it was
not that close this
time, he wanted to get
this match over as
early as possible.
eXistenZ had a chance
to start off with two
wins, main event
stardom was on the
horizon and he could
feel it as he laid
into Wombat with right
hands.
Guerrera dropped to
his knees and a
sitting dropkick sent
him to the apron.
eXistenZ reached over
the ropes and brought
Wombat back to his
feet by his long,
ebony locks. eXi tried
one last right handed
punch to knock
Guerrera to the
outside but Wombat
blocked and pulled
eXistenZ's neck down
across the top rope!
As eXistenZ stumbled
out into the middle of
the ring, Wombat
hopped up to the top
rope for a springboard
hurricanranna! He
leapt but rapidly
realized eXi had seen
the set-up and was
countering with a
spinning heel kick!
Wombat tried to stop,
and he landed with
eXi's foot in his
midsection. eXistenZ
grabbed a hand full of
hair and tights and
sent Guerrera sliding
out to ringside! The
fans got out of their
seats as Guerrera
smacked into the side
of the steel!
eXistenZ made his way
out to the apron and
stalked Wombat as he
made his was to his
feet. He finally did
and eXistenZ sent him
straight back down to
the protective mats
with a flying
clothesline! The fans
screamed in pleasure
as the high-flying
madness that they had
seen on television
last week was
happening right before
their very eyes.
eXistenZ rolled
Guerrera into the ring
and flung himself over
the top rope with a
senton splash! The
crowd
"ooh"ed at
the impact and the
announcers at ringside
prophesized that it
was over as eXi made
the cover.
1
2
Wombat kicked out!
eXi was fine with the
failed win; he didn't
expect the
adrenaline-filled
Mexican to give up
that easy. Sending a
forearm into the jaw
of Guerrera, he
whipped him to the
ropes, hoping for a
monkey flip on the
return. eXi stuffed
his boots into the
midsection of Guerrera
and decided that the
move had been
successful. Not so
fast. In a call back
from last week,
Guerrera landed on his
feet and jumped up to
the second rope for an
Asai moonsault! But,
it seemed that the
panicky eXi had
studied his tapes as
he stopped the counter
with a forearm. The
crowd silenced,
wondering what he
would do next.
eXistenZ stuck his
head in between
Wombat's legs, backed
out a few steps and
hot-shotted Guerrera
over the top rope! The
crowd's approval was
multiplied ten-fold as
eXi immediately
followed up with a
German suplex!
The bridge was used
1
2
3
No!
Guerrera shot an arm
off the canvas and the
red-head from Battle
Creek, Michigan used a
bodyslam to floor
Wombat once again. eXi
hopped up to the top
rope and did the
wink-gun pose.
Unbeknownst to the
crowd, the Mayhem 720°
was on the way!
"I RAWK!"
The words echoed
through the stadium as
he sailed off the top
rope with the shooting
star press and hit
Wombat's knees!
eXistenZ rolled into a
ball holding his gut
and Guerrera eyed the
opening, using his
agility to pin eXi
with his puente olímpico
roll-up, 2 count! eXi
had shifted his weight
and gotten out of the
hold!
eXistenZ was on the
offensive first,
firing fists into the
mask of Guerrera. He
backed the luchador
into the corner and
began to stomp away!
Five boots had already
faltered Wombat when
Guerrera caught
eXistenZ's boot! eXi
tried to find a way
out of the capture
but, before he knew
it, he was on his
back, a victim of the
double-leg-sweep.
Wombat flipped onto
his back, trapping
eXi's legs in a
pinning combination!
But eXistenZ still had
a lot of strength. He
wrapped his arms
around the waist of
Guerrera at 1 twisted
onto his feet,
breaking the count
and, in perfect
position, power bombed
Guerrera! The arena
exploded!
AND AGAIN HE KICKED
OUT!
eXistenZ couldn't
believe it. He slapped
his hands on the mat
and questioned the
referee on a slow
count. But the ref did
not budge in his
decision and eXi,
seeing the momentum
slipping through his
fingers, whipped
Guerrero the ropes.
Wombat reversed and on
the return kicked the
thigh of eXi.
eXistenZ's back
bounced off the ropes
and he landed on his
feet in the center of
the ring, doozey.
Guerrera used the
segadora to go right
into a leg
lariat/dropkick
combination that sent
eXistenZ rolling to
the floor!
The audience could see
it coming Wombat
climbed to the top
rope eXistenZ couldn't
see it for he had his
back turned Guerrera
steadied himself, eXi
turned Pescado
Clavado!
Guerrera wasted no
time flinging eXi into
the ring and
collapsing over him
for the win.
BUT HE KICKED OUT!
The crowd was ripped
over this exciting
up-and-down match!
Wombat
flattened eXi against
the mat and spring
boarded off the ropes
for another Asai
moonsault attempt!
eXistenZ rolled out of
the way in time but
Guerrera shifted in
mid-air and landed on
his feet!
They
both scrambled to
strike first and
eXistenZ gained the
advantage with a
rocking lariat that
turned Guerrera
inside-out!
eXi could smell the
end and he lifted
Wombat to the top rope
and followed up
afterwards! He set
Wombat up for a
superplex but instead
twisted and dropped
Guerrera with a front
suplex! Wombat used
his balance to land on
his feet and, to
eXistenZ's chagrin,
trapped eXi on the top
rope by dropkicking
his leg out from under
him!
eXi could smell the
end. Wombat leapt to
the top turnbuckles,
wrapped his legs
around eXistenZ's head
and brought him back
down to earth with a
hurricanranna!
This was the end.
No
wink-and-gun for eXi.
He
had taken one step
forward last week and,
in eight minutes, had
taken two steps back
tonight, as the
referee made the third
count, eXistenZ was
now back on the
unemployment status.
The bell rang,
"Freedom"
began to play, and
Guerrera picked up his
first victory over
eXistenZ in ACW! The
fans stood at
attention, thanking
the two for another
extraordinary showing
and also thanking eXi
for what looked to be
his last match in the
ACW. The fans looked
to the big screen as
Winters was shown on
it, with eXi's
contract in his hands,
and then seconds
later, the tatters of
it where laying on the
next near him.
Winner
: Wombat Guerrera
Takeover
For
the second time
tonight, Ethan
Winters' big mug
graced the very large
screen in the arena.
He seemed to be
sitting in a waiting
room, obviously
waiting for someone,
as he had a cup of
coffee in one hand and
the latest edition of
the WWE RAW Magazine
on his lap, reading it
while drinking his
coffee. As he looked
up some coffee
dribbled from his
lips, a look of
anguish covered his
face as the hot coffee
ran down on his neck
and into his top, he
jumped up from his
seat and turned around
as he shuffled around
before turning back
around and looking at
the camera.
"Hello...again."
Some
of the audience
chuckled as you could
clearly see the coffee
stain on his shirt,
but he didn't seem to
mind that much.
"Now,
I'll be going in there
in a few minutes, so I
might as well tell you
my big announcement
right now."
He
stopped and looked at
his watch, building
the tension in the
arena.
"Tonight...you
will see..."
"ME"
It
was SilverHAWK,
standing backstage
with one of the ACW
staff who held a
microphone, was he
about to get some TV
time?
"SilverHAWK
tonight...you are
going to wrestle in
that very
ring..."
The
crowd in the arena
rose to their feet and
roared as the
announcement was
finally made,
SilverHAWK would make
his TV wrestling debut
tonight, but who would
it be against?
"But
HAWK, you gotta wonder
who you will be going
up against tonight and
why has Winters made a
sudden u-turn on your
career?"
The
microphone was then
lifted to HAWK's lips
but he refused to
speak until he was
ready, he composed
himself and then took
a hold of the
microphone, now was
his time.
"Winter's
thinks that he has
made everything all
right with me and him
now, just because he
has put me in a match?
Don't
think so pal...
Last
week you had someone
attack me from behind
with a steel chair to
the head, he rang me
good, and last week I
had to show you that I
wasn't the weak little
bitch that you thought
I was, I took out one
of your main men, Ivan
Coe Unger, the current
holder of one of your
crappy belts here in
the ACW."
The
crowd responded to his
name with mixed
reactions, it seems
ICU still has the fans
split.
"Tonight
you have put me in a
match, but against
whom you ask?
Well
to me it doesn't
matter who I go up
against, as it's
obvious that who ever
it is, is gonna try
and mess me up big
time. So to whomever
has been asked to mess
me up, bring it on
Biatch, the HAWK is
looking for some pray!
What you don't realise
Winters is that I've
been doing this shit
week in week out for
longer than you can
possibly dream, and
you think that pulling
a little stunt like
this is going to phase
me? Uh-Uh son, you're
wrong, dead wrong.
Tonight is the
re-start of the HAWK
era in ACW. You see
the WWF had the Austin
era that came with the
Attitude era, and now
in ACW, it's gonna be
the HAWK era from the
kicking your ass era!
Whomever
it may be tonight,
standing toe to toe
with the HAWK, let me
just give you this
message. You're
running errands for
little Winters, trying
to take me down? Well
tonight, Winters will
no longer be the boss
of you my friend, I'm
gonna take the leech
as you become my
BITCH!!"
With
that Hawk slapped down
the microphone as it
crackled off of the
ground, he was coming.
RAGE
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Ivan
bursts through the
locker room as Donavon
Daniels, the new
rookie reporter,
approaches him. Ivan
as a callous look on
his face as he walks
by, Daniels
swallows...
Daniels: Um…can I
get a word with you
Ivan:…
Daniels: I’m going
to make a long story
short. I’m new here
looking for my first
interview and I
happened to see you
first.
Ivan:…
Daniels: Well sir, I
think the fans would
like to know why you
did what you did to
poor Thomas Field.
Ivan: You think I
care? I don’t care
what they think, and I
sure as hell don’t
care what you think.
You think I need to
explain my actions,
and tell you why I did
what I did. Well fuck
that and fuck you!
Quit asking stupid
questions and get out
of my way. I hate it
when people ask me
stupid questions.
Daniels looking a bit
afraid as he takes a
step backwards
Daniels: Ivan,
everyone understands
the pain you must be
going through, but...
Ivan is quickly in his
face.
Ivan: BUT WHAT?!
Daniels: .....
Ivan: BUT WHAT?!!
HUH?!! Just get
out.... go on...
Daniels turns around
and looks at the
camera man.
Ivan: GO ON!! I SAID
GET OOUUTT!!!!
Ivan darts toward the
reporter, causing him
and the camera man to
run out of the room,
before turning around
to see the door
slammed shut, so hard
that the knob comes
off the door.
Daniels turns to the
camera...
Daniels: Obviously a
very emotional ICU
there ladies and
gentlemen, and he has
every right to be…
but the question is,
does he have a right
to be pissed off at
SilverHawk.
SilverHawk
did the only thing he
could to get on TV.
Could
this be the very
beginning of a
relationship built on
rage?
SilverHAWK
Vs. Unknown Opponent
119
Wins
22
Losses
That
is the current record
of SilverHAWK in an
ACW ring, and tonight,
another notch was
going to be recorded
to another side, but
the question was which
side, and that more or
less depended on
whomever was standing
across for him in the
squared circle. "Seek'n'strike"
by Soulfly began to
chime throughout the
arena as they fans
burst out of their
seats as SilverHAWK
jogged into the arena
to an enormous pop, it
was clear that most of
the arena knew who he
was, and that was
something he was
scared about before
the match. he walked
casually into the ring
and slung himself
through the ropes and
then jumped to the top
turnbuckles to pose
for photo's as he
stood, with his arms
folded, watching as
his minions flashed
camera's at him right
left and center. Upon
asking for the
microphone he was
given it...
"OK
Winters...what little
dog have you got for
me to smack around
huh?"
Just
as he finished his
sentence, the lights
dimmed as a few
flashes went through
the arena and the fans
looked at the screen
anxiously, but HAWK
sat on the top
turnbuckle, watching
as all the crappy pyro
hid his opponent who
now stood in between a
clutter of flashes and
sparks. As the pyro
stopped, the man was
revealed.
HAWK
looked down the ramp
as Jacobs began to
muscle his way down
the ramp, but as he
was just about to
enter the ring, HAWK
stopped him with some
more mic work, as he
had now jumped down
from the top
turnbuckle where he
had sat for the little
firework display.
"Hold
on a minute
bukko...Winter's
signed who to this
match?"
Jacobs
was incensed that HAWK
didn't even know who
he was, Jacobs was
again trying to enter
the ring but HAWK
kicked his foot off
the rope and motioned
for him to calm down.
"Little
son, you can get out
of this just now if
you want? It's not
that I don't wanna
fight you, hell I
think you have some
massive testes to even
come this close to me,
but you do realise
that a jobber and a
veteran can only end
in one result don't
you?'
Jacobs
smashed his hands
against the ring apron
as he then climbed up
to the apron, only to
be knocked back down
with a rifle of a
right hand by
SilverHAWK.
"You
do that again son and
I'll Mass Transit
you're ass!"
Jacobs
was about to climb
into the ring again,
but instead of
allowing him to climb
this time, HAWK hit
him in the chest with
a baseball slide, as
the bell rang this
contest began on the
outside of the ring.
As Jacobs rose to his
feet he was met by
three swift right
hands by HAWK and then
a knee to the stomach,
which was then a
set-up for his face to
be royally smashed
against the ring
steps, which they
were.
As
Jacobs' head bounced
off the steel, he
slumped against the
side barricade, which
gave HAWK the chance
to get a few boots
into Jacob's chest.
SilverHAWK peered into
the endless array of
fans and seen
literally hundreds of
signs for him, it took
him back to the pre-TV
days, but as he was
day dreaming, Jacobs
hit him with a hard
low blow, which caused
SilverHAWK to drop to
his knees as he tried
to catch his breath
from the shot. Jacobs
reared to his feet,
stumbling all over the
mat as he eventually
used a combination on
the barricade and the
ring apron. Jacobs
launched into a
scathing attack as he
hit Hawk with a combo
of hard kicks and
knees to the head,
before picking him up
and throwing him over
the barricade into the
fans and then jumping
in and out of the ring
to break the count up.
Jacobs jumped over the
barricade and began
another assault on
SilverHAWK, but what
he didn't think of was
the fans, the fans
began to push him off
HAWK, they pulled him
and pushed him,
screaming in his face,
Jacobs was shocked,
just as the Arena
Security where, they
pushed Jacobs back
into the ring as HAWK
got to his feet, his
fans surrounding him
and patting him in the
back as he climbed
back into the ring and
both men began to
exchange right hands
once again.
HAWK
got the better of the
exchange as he managed
to push Jacobs into
the corner and then
hit him with a few
right hands before
Jacobs went for a
clothesline, but HAWK
caught him with a kick
to the gut and then a
sharp DDT to the mat,
HAWK didn't want to
cover the big man
though, it would be a
waste of time he
thought. HAWK pulled
Jacobs back to his
feet and whipped him
to the ropes and then
monkey flipped him,
and then hit him with
three clotheslines as
Jacobs just kept
coming back to his
feet. Eventually, HAWK
got Jacobs on the
ground and then held
him in a half boston
crab, before standing
up and elbow dropping
Jacobs three times.
As
Jacobs got up to his
feet once again...
breakDOWN!!!!!!!
It
came out of no
where...
1...
2...
3!
SilverHAWK
had won his first
televised ACW match,
in dynamic fashion.
HAWK kicked Jacobs out
of the ring and then
picked up the mic and
began to talk, even
though he was slightly
out of breathe.
"Winters...you
have seen right
here...that nobody is
gonna mess me around
no matter what size of
a lump they are. Face
facts Winters...the
HAWK is never gonna
DIE!"
Winner
: SilverHAWK
Regrets
“A
plane ride isn’t the
greatest thing in the
world, especially when
you’re a big man
like me. At only age
15 I stood at
6’4...279 lbs. My
parents would never
buy me two seats; we
were too poor for
that. I always felt
bad for the people
sitting next to me, it
seemed like I always
scrunched them to
their seats. Denmark
to The United States
was about a seven hour
flight which wasn’t
bad when you had all
this stuff on your
mind. At age 15 I left
someone. I left
someone who was very
special to me. At age
15 I lost half of my
heart. I can’t...I
can’t let anyone
find out.”
Monstrosity stated
softly.
Charlie
Dunn barged into the
locker room of
Monstrosity.
“What
can’t you let anyone
find out??” Charlie
bellowed
“uh...uh...nothing”
Apologies
Hanging
upon a steel door
hangs a golden star
with the name of
"Colin
Moses" in the
center of it. Looking
right into the middle
of that star is Brad
Douglas. Brad seems to
be waiting for
something, as we see
him he knocks on the
door again, still
waiting, Colin Moses
does not respond.
In
a last attempt to get
to Moses, Brad opens
the door. We see a
shocked looking Colin
Moses standing there.
"Can
I help you" he
asks Moses, "you
could say that I
suppose, well anyways
I'm new around here
and I'm going to ask
you nicely since it
seems your the only
one not booked for a
match on courage. So
how about it would you
like a match with
me?"
Colin
just stands there
looking at Brad with
utter disregard on his
face.
'Speak up, I can't
hear you.'
Not a word still from
Moses.
Well you got twenty
minutes to respond.
Brad walks away fast
with a look of
frustration on his
face. As he walks back
to his locker room he
hears ACW crew members
joking.
"What's so
funny" asks Brad
"You know Colin
Moses is deaf
right?", one man
replies.
"What the hell
are you talking
about?"
"Yeah he went
deaf at 20 years old
when his football
careers ended"
said the other man.
Brad Rubbing his chin
walks off in the outer
direction.
After being the butt
of many jokes
backstage Brad Douglas
now has decided to
write to Colin. As
Brad walks around his
locker room preparing
lines.
He
has some ACW crew
member write down
whatever he says.
"How's this sound
Colin, I asked you
earlier today about a
match with me, but I
later found out that
you are deaf from some
freak accident. I
meant no disrespect to
you, freak what I'm
saying is accept my
challenge for a one on
one match. I have two
fully fictional ears
so go ahead and
respond. I'll be
waiting for you, think
that's a bit harsh
brad asks
"No it seems fine
to me."
ACW
United States
Championship
ICU Vs. Thomas Field
After
a brutal match last
week ICU came away
with the victory.
Gaining
the United State’s
title over Dustin
Jacobs in not the
first but the second
battle in which they
took to signify who
the true champion was.
Like the weeks before
ICU made his entrance
without any music.
Unlike
before though the fans
had been cheering for
him as if he was
something special, the
fans remember him
being a fan favorite
in Russia but this was
different. His
reaction towards the
one these people love,
SilverHawk was
dignifying the
ramification of pure
evil. Either way Ivan
was coming down to the
ring as the new United
States Champion with
or without the vexing
cheers echoing the
arena that come from
the appalling souls
that where laid here
on earth.
The bell ran, as Ivan
and Field circled each
other. The two men
locked forces as ICU
muscled his opponent
into a head lock, but
then showing his own
power, Field whipped
ICU to the ropes as he
bounced off them.
Field smacked Ivan
with a huge
clothesline that left
him on the mat face
first. Field continued
his assault, with
aggravation and trying
to get redemption for
his friend, with lefts
and rights to the
forehead.
The
crowd began to cheer
but after many shots
the referee finally
broke it up, but it
was too late. Ivan
laid on the ground
stiff as a dead body.
Field picked his
lifeless body up and
dragged him to the
corner where he would
begin to pound away
again.
1
2
3
The referee made the
three count and broke
it up again. Field was
just not giving up,
but as he argued with
the referee it left
Ivan a chance to gain
his life back.
Field’s then turns
around to expect an
Ivan in the corner but
gets nailed with the
depression
(clothesline to hell)
almost ripping his
head off.
Ivan then went to the
outside leaving Field
in the middle of the
ring. He grabbed a
sign from a front row
fan that cheered
SilverHawk on and
ripped it to shred.
The crowd embark on a
ferocious chorus of
boo’s as he just
gave them the bird.
Sliding back into the
ring he was met with a
kick into the stomach
from the awaken Field.
He then picked him up
and put him into a
vertical suplex and
fallowing up with a
pin.
1
2
Not even close as Ivan
kicked out with still
a count left. Field
didn’t stop to argue
this time as he picked
him up again and
dropped him to the mat
with a Russian Leg
sweep. Going to the
top rope for some high
flying action, Field
climbs to the top rope
as the crowd launch a
roar of emotion. He
leaped into the air
crashing to the mat
with an elbow drop.
The crowd let out a
gush of disappointment
as Ivan moved out of
the way just in the
knick of time. They
both struggled to get
up as the ref began to
count.
1…
2…
3…
4…
Ivan started to move
up to his knees as
Field laid on the mat.
5…
6…
7…
8…
Ivan got to his feet
as Field was still
laying on the ground.
He went to pick him up
but playing dead was
the strategy for
Field. He gains his
energy back from doing
it and grabbed
Ivan’s ankle
tripping him to the
ground.
Field gets to his feet
and puts him into the
Boston crab. The pain
rushing through Ivan
is extraneous as he
begins to scream in
horror. The crowd
begins to cheer once
again as they are
loving the pain Field
is putting on him.
Ivan moves around
wiggling his way to
the ropes as he
outstretches his arm
to just barely snag
the ropes.
Nagging in pain as he
reaches for his back
Ivan starts to climb
his way up with the
assistance of the
ropes. Field just
stands there letting
him use his energy to
make his way up. He
then drags his body to
the middle of the
ring. He sets him up
into the pump handle
slam but no Ivan
reverses as he slides
over his back setting
him up for Critical
Condition.
Ivan got up to his
feet and began to flip
the crowd off once
again. The crowd
became hostile as
boo’s began to roar
and the trash was
being thrown into the
ring. Ivan stood there
bad mouthing each and
every one of them.
“Oh you want some.
Bring it bitch!”
Ivan didn’t care who
they were or what they
were made of; he
wanted each and every
one of them. He then
turned his attention
to Field who had
managed to get up on
his knees but got
knocked down with a
vicious kick to the
face.
“Now it’s time!”
Could be read from
Ivan’s face as he
kneeled down beside
Field like he was
going to pin him but
instead pounded and
pounded on the chest
of Field as the
referee tried to break
it up, Ivan’s eyes
glassed over as the
vicious punches to the
chest continued while
Field started to cough
up blood.
The referee started to
frantically stop the
match as the bell
rang. He tried to
reason with Ivan but
he just wouldn’t
stop…but he did as
soon as he looked down
the aisle and seen
SilverHAWK sprinting
down with a steel
chair in hand. HAWK
slid into the ring as
ICU slid outside, not
wanting any further
confrontation with the
HAWK as both men spat
abuse at one another
as ICU walked slowly
up the aisle not
taking his eyes off
HAWK. HAWK didn't care
for Field, he wasn't
trying to help a
friend, all he was
doing was trying to
damage an enemy.
Winner
: ICU by Referee's
Decision
Osyrus
Vs. Aaron Ward
