Sunday 29th September | Live on FOX
From The Pepsi Center, Denver, Colorado

Introduction

As a new federation, ACW has been very much of an experiment from the word "go" and tonight it is still no different, to be honest, nothing in ACW's future will be confirmed until the first PPV at least has been put under Winter's a Co's belts. However, last week with in a meeting with his TV bosses, Winters created a few problems for himself, one of which could result in no Courage after Relentless, because they might not have a TV Deal!

    
Wombat Guerrera Vs Thomas Field

ACW comes back from commercial as both men are standing in the ring, not taking their eyes off one another. Field makes the first move as he walks toward Guerrera; the camera zooms tight in on Field’s face, while he talks some trash to his opponent. Guerrera begins to chuckle to himself at what is being said to him by Field, but the laughter stops as Field suddenly slaps Guerrera in the face! Guerrera slowly rubs his face, while Field turns his back to WG, laughing as he is probably enjoying the embarrassment he has put Wombat through. 

Field turns his attention back to WB, but gets knocked on his ass by a thunderous right hand. Field pops up to his feet again, but is floored a second time by the mightier haymaker, very similar to Stone Cold back in his prime. Field wobbles back to a vertical base before WG connects to the jaw with a tremendous drop kick. Guerrera goes for the cover. 

One… Two… Left shoulder up! 

Field and Guerrera get to their feet simultaneously, but this time Field gets the upper hand, clothesling WG to the canvas. Field uses his size advantage to perfection as he slowly picks Wombat off the mat, hooks him with a front face lock, followed by a stalling vertical suplex. He floats over, pressing Guerrera’s shoulders to the mat. Cover. 

One… Two… Shoulder up by WG! 

Field is emotionally disturbed, probably wanted to the end the match quickly for some reason or another. He hammers on the back of Guerrera, before hooking him again with a front face lock in the center of the ring. Field tries to hoist him up, blocked by WG… He goes for it a second time, blocked again. WG turns the tables, suplexing Field to the canvas. Guerrera mounts Field, punching and slapping away at the face of Field. Guerrera grabs a full hand of hair as he backs Field into the ropes slowly. He shoots him across the ring, Field bounces back, catching a leg lariat to the throat area. Guerrera looks pumped up now in the center of the ring, pumping his fists into the air like a football player that has just won the super bowl. He drives consecutive elbows into Field before heading up top. Field gets to his feet, WG flies off with the missile drop kick, but Field side steps the move. 

Guerrera goes crashing into the canvas while Field takes a few minutes to catch his breath in the corner. Field makes his way toward WG, but he gets met with punches to the breadbasket as Guerrera tries to get back to his feet. Field hammers his opponent in the back, but Wombat won’t stay down. Field is getting fed up! He grabs Guerrera by this mask and tosses him over the top rope, turning his back to his opponent for the second time in the match. Remarkably though, Guerrera isn’t on the outside floor. He showed his true cat like quickness, regaining his balance in mid air! He landed on the ring apron to a tremendous pop from the fans… 

Field turns around to see Guerrera standing on the apron, he rushes to knock off WG with a forearm type clothesline, but Guerrera ducks. WG delivers a shoulder into the stomach of Field that backed him off a little bit. Guerrera drives another, then another and another shoulder, finally followed by a slap to the face of Field. Field slowly back pedals away from the ropes… Guerrera grasps tightly onto the top rope, spring boarding back into the ring with a Pescado Clavado. A slingshot body block for all you non Spanish types. Field is down again in the center of the ring, dazed and still stunned by the flurry of attacks he just suffered. Guerrera looks down at him for a second before jumping over the body of Field, nailing an awesome looking Asai moonsault! Guerrera rolls of Field’s body; slowly raising one finger in the air, before pointing toward the turnbuckle. 

Guerrera perched himself on the top turnbuckle, resembling an eagle about to swoop down on his prey… 

Field is slowly stirring on the canvas, pulling himself up… 

Guerrera stands on the top turnbuckle, taking aim… 

Field gets his right shoulder off the canvas… 

Guerrera leaps off the turnbuckle… 

Field gets his shoulder up… 

Wham! 

Wombat Guerrera connects into the throat of Field with La Guillotina, the guillotine leg drop special. 

Guerrera makes the cover, but it does matter if the ref counted to four or 400. The match was definitely over. 

One… Two… Three! Wombat wins again. Two weeks in a row. 

Winner : Wombat Guerrera

Almost a week away, until All-Star Championship Wrestling’s first ever PPV… Relentless. My how fast the time has flow by! It was about 5 weeks ago when the roster talent was assembled by Winters, Dunn and Boyd; now the PPV is right around the corner. On the way to this historic event for ACW, changes needed to be made. If something isn’t going as well as you once perceived, wouldn’t you try to fix those problems as soon as possible? Whether it be getting rid of useless talent and bringing in new people… Raising prices of the tickets to the shows or even changing television networks because of corporate bullshit? 

Forget trying to figure out the questions to these answers, focus on the one sure thing that will definitely happen. Tonight, four men will step into the ring in the main event to settle their differences with each other. Tension and hostility that couldn’t be contained in last week’s action packed show. Champions and challengers square off, but who will be left standing after this week as Courage goes off the air? 

One man’s name definitely comes to mind. 

A man who is never afraid to take the law into his own hands, even when his decisions are hated and despised. A superstar that makes and breaks the rules when he sees fit, not caring about how the outcome will affect others. ACW wants action huh? This small, crappy little promotion wants some real violence… You ask for it and you shall receive! Like the slogan for the Relentless PPV states, 

If at first you don’t succeed,

Knock his fucking brain in… 

And YOUR World Champion plans to do just that. 

The fans in the Pepsi arena began to erupt negatively as that so familiar crushing of drums and guitar riffs played through the speakers before “Born with Nothing, Die with Everything” by Papa Roach roared through the arena. The curtain in front of the backstage area was slowly pulled away as the glimmer of a championship was the first thing seen. ACW’s anti-hero and world champ, Osyrus stepped from the back as he stood on the stage, clad in a dark attire. Black leather jacket; matching black t-shirt with dark blue jeans and shiny black leather boots. He slowly adjusted his brand new ACW World heavyweight championship belt, that rested on his left shoulder, seemingly enjoying the jeers from the crowd as if he loved the people to hate him. Osyrus continued to walk down the ramp way, ignoring the fans as he entered the ring. He stood there in the center of the ring motionless; looking out toward the sold out crowd, before pointing down as if the ring was his domain. Osyrus grabbed the ACW championship of his shoulders and rose it into the air, an even louder eruption of jeers followed.

Osyrus walked to the side of the ring, calling for the microphone as the jeers started to slowly die down and all eyes were on the him for this moment in time. 

"Let me introduce myself to all you idiots that don’t know who is the man that stands before you… I am your fucking ACW World Heavyweight Champion!!!!"

Crowd roared with boos, being constantly reminded of Osyrus’ accomplishment two weeks ago. 

"As I stand here before you, I don’t think that most of you realize how much hard work it takes to reach a pinnacle like this in a superstar’s career. You idiots especially here in Denver, boo and jeer when you should be congratulating me a job well done. Speaking of this crappy town, how in the hell can you name your arena after a soft drink? Come on, Pepsi?! Did you guys like the way Shakira shaked her ass on TV so much, that you wanted to name a fucking arena after one of her sponsors?! Just goes to show how fucking stupid some people really are!"

The crowd in Denver jumps out of their seats to boo the hell out of Osyrus as he snickers and paces around the ring. 

"Enough about you idiots, I’ll continue. How many superstars can say that they had a year like I did? Winning championships around the world in various companies against all odds, proving my doubters wrong each and every time I stepped into this god forsaken ring, which I own by the way. Now before you little twelve year olds ask the nearest hick next to year, “Does he really own the ring?” Let me stop and explain myself, because I know you’re too stupid to understand a figure of speech. When I tell you I own this ring, I mean that whoever my opponent is for that night, their ass is mine. Whenever someone thinks that they can step through those ropes, and places his or her feet on this canvas… That gives me motive enough to have my way with them, however I see fit. They all know that in the end, they will pay the ultimate price… 
And that is with their life!"

Jeers fill the arena as Osyrus smiles then continues. 

"You continue to boo me, because you know I am right. You hate the fucking fact that I can talk all the shit I want, and I can back every single syllable up in this ring. Instead of wasting my breath telling you, why don’t I show you? Guys in the back, roll the damn footage!"

The Tron comes alive as footage of last week’s match between Osyrus and Aaron Ward is shown in the closing minutes. Osyrus raises the pipe over his head, striking down Ward in the face as Ward goes down. The footage fast forwards to Osyrus again, but this time he hits Ward with his The Dawn of Oblivion finisher. SDL is now shown, as the camera focuses on Osyrus in real time as he very unpleased at his adversary’s appearance. On the Tron, SDL locks Osyrus in Trepidation before being knocked down with the world championship belt, following another steel pipe shot on SDL from behind from Osyrus. 

The footage stops and the crowd jeers are right on cue, when they see Osyrus smiling after seeing his actions on last week’s show. 

"Now do you realize how real my threats are? Just ask SDL. He thought that he could fuck around with me on the happiest day of my career; when I won my first world title, becoming ACW’s first ever World champion… No one can EVER take an accomplishment like that away from me!!!!!! Did he really think that retaliation wasn’t coming his way? What a fool? But just wait, I am not through with him yet. Not through with him by a long shot."

Osyrus reaches behind him with his right arm, under his jacket as he pulls out a steel pipe. He starts to slam the pipe into his fist a few times… 

"If anyone wants to test me… Bring it. I guarantee that you will laying face down on the ground in a pool of your own blood, if you try to take my prize possession away from me! This championship will be around my waist for a long time to come. And there isn’t a wrestler that can take it away from me!"

Osyrus exits the ring as his theme plays once again in the arena. 

The match had been made, and it was exactly what he had been wanting since day one.

ICU was never the main star in a federation, look at reVenge, he tried to be the nice guy, but it just wasn't his style. When he spoke to the owner of reVenge, and was then sent over to Russia, it gave him an edge, an edge that he used to become the very first Champion in ACW, against "The Monster" Dustin Jacobs. He was never the talisman for a federation, just the major threat.

He stood beside Brian Meadows, whom if was his very first interview, and it was with the ACW US Champion.

"Ivan, tonight you have a huge part to play in the tag team main event tonight, what are your feelings on the match?"

"First of all, my name is ICU, don't make such a mistake again.

My thoughts are simple, I have a chance to inflict some pain on the "People's Champion", SilverHAWK, and with the help of fellow ACW Champeen, Osyrus, I will inflict so much damage, that the match next Sunday will unlikely take place."

"But ICU, surely you want to defend your title, to make your reign mean more to the fans..."

"Fans?

What exactly are fans?

Are those the people that cheer me every week?

Are those the people that congratulate me for having yet to taste defeat in ACW?

Or are those the blood thirsty smuts that roam around ring-side.

My opinion is the later, but one thing is for sure, they will get their blood all right...they will get their blood."

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

    
Aaron Ward Vs Brad Douglas

"Raw" by Staind hits the loud speakers and the fans give a mixed reaction as Aaron Ward appears from behind the curtain. Ward just ignores the fans like usual and heads down the ramp towards the ring. He circles around the ring once then stops at the bottom of the steps. 

He looks at a few fans at ringside and starts small talking with them then eventually turns his attention back to the ring. He quickly climbs up the steps and enters the ring. He walks over to his corner and waits for his opponent to arrive.

"99 Ways To Die" by Megadeath starts on the loud speakers and the fans give little reaction to the unfamiliar song. Most of the audience just stands there waiting to see who it is because they have no idea. 

After a few seconds a smaller looking guy comes out from behind the curtain and he is announced as being Brad Douglas. Douglas immidiately starts shouting at the fans and flipping them off. The fans react negatively to this and start booing him. A few fans even chuck cups of beer or soda at him hitting him. 

Douglas gets pissed off and charges the barricade but stops himself before he hits a fan. He turns his attention back towards the ring and walks down the ramp. He stops at ringside and looks in to the ring at Aaron Ward then quickly slides under the bottom rope. He gets up and walks to his corner waiting for the bell.

The ref signals for the bell and both men come out of their corners flying towards their opponent. Aaron Ward dives at Douglas and attempts a flying shoulder block but Douglas ducks to the ground then jumps back up to his feet and catches Ward square in the jaw with a standing sidekick. 

The move floors Aaron Ward and has him clutching his jaw in pain. Brad Douglas follows up the shot with a quick elbow drop to the chest of Aaron Ward. Douglas gets back up and picks up Aaron Ward. Douglas delivers a solid right hand to the face of Ward and sends him rocking backwards. 

Douglas delivers another solid right hand followed by a left hook but Ward blocks it. Aaron Ward then delivers his own right hand and follows it up with a clothesline sending Douglas to the canvas. 

Aaron Ward bounces off the ropes and delivers another clothesline to Douglas as he returns to his feet. The move send Douglas right back down to the canvas. 

Aaron Ward quickly follows it up with a kick to the gut of Brad Douglas. He then delivers a knee drop to the gut. Aaron Ward gets back up and goes over to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle and flies off with a leg drop right on to the throat of Brad Douglas. Aaron Ward goes for the quick cover and the ref gets down to make the count.

1...

2...

No! Brad Douglas kicks out just in time. Aaron Ward keeps on the assault by delivering a forearm shot to the face of Brad Douglas while still on the canvas. Aaron Ward gets back to his feet and delivers an elbow drop to the chest of Brad Douglas. Ward gets up once again and picks up Brad Douglas. 

He whips Douglas in to the ropes then delivers a dropkick to the chest of Douglas sending him flying to the outside of the ring. Aaron Ward quickly slides out after him and delivers a kick to the gut of Brad Douglas. A few fans at ringside begin jabbering at Aaron Ward distracting him. Ward turns around and tells them to shut the hell up then he turns back to be met by a fist to the gut courtesy of Brad Douglas. 

Brad Douglas gets back to his feet and delivers a right hand to the face of Aaron Ward. He then whips him in to the side of the ring and Ward clinches his back in pain. Brad Douglas then whips him in to the announcers table and Ward once again clinches his back in pain. Brad Douglas yells at a few fans then charges at Aaron Ward but Ward flips him over his head and sends Douglas crashing on to the announcers table. 

Ward then starts delivering left and right hands to the face of Brad Douglas who is laying on the announcers table. Ward then delivers a forearm shot to the face of Douglas. 

He walks away and climbs the nearby ring steps and poses for a second. He then hops up on the ring apron and walks over so he is exactly across from Brad Douglas. Ward dives off and attempts a splash on to Douglas but Douglas rolls off the table and Ward goes crashing right through. The fans go nuts as Ward lays motionless on the ground and Brad Douglas gets up slowly.

Douglas quickly reenters the ring to stop the ten count then quickly slides back out. Douglas goes over to the limp body of Aaron Ward and picks him up. Douglas then delivers a snap suplex on to the concrete floor. The ref quickly slides out of the ring and tells Douglas to bring it back inside. Douglas just shrugs him off and picks up Ward once again. Douglas then delivers a scoop suplex on to the conrete floor. 

Ward just lies there motionless while Douglas stands over him laughing. Douglas then picks up Ward once again and sets him up for a DDT on to the concrete. The ref sees this and tells Douglas to let go or he's disqualified. Douglas pushes him away and DDT's Ward on to the concrete anyways. The ref quickly signals for the bell to end the match because of Douglas's actions. The match is awarded to Aaron Ward via DQ. 

Douglas quickly heads to the back with a grin on his face as the fans boo him and the ref checks on the now bloody Aaron Ward. 

Winner : Aaron Ward

Time To Cum

The fans are sitting in the arena awaiting the next match. 

They're not sure when it's going to happen and they're starting to get a little restless. All of a sudden "Bootylicious" by Destiny's Child hits the loud speakers and the fans turn their attention to the stage to see who is coming out. 

After a few seconds they still see no one coming out and they wonder what is going on. The arena lights go black and the video screen comes on. 

There is a blank white screen showing and then all of a sudden the words 'I am cumming.' scroll across the screen. Some of the fans get a slight laugh out of the message and others are wondering what it all means. Their question is quickly answered when the blank white screen disappears and a man is standing in what looks like a studio.

"As you can see. 

I am cumming. 

When am I cumming? 

Very soon of course. 

Now if you'll excuse me I have some work to do."

The man quickly turns around and walks away from the camera and you can see he is butt naked as you can see his bare ass on the screen. The man quickly hops on a bed and a few woman come in to the shot and crawl on to the bed. The man looks back at the screen and smiles as the woman lay down next to him.

"It's time to cum. I'll see you soon."

The screen quickly goes back to white and the words 'Ash Wild. The true superstar of ACW.' scroll across the screen as a few fans laugh and cheer while the rest just stand there dumbfounded.

Trail Of Blood

It was a spot of blood--then another, then another--that first caught the eye of a camera man as he strolled towards the stage after taking a quick comb-over of the catering table. As he followed the trail, the minute spots seemed to grow bigger into footsteps.

"I think we need Mr. Winters in the locker room," he spoke into a walky-talky.

It was the locker room, and it was a body resting against the lockers, hunched in the corner. Blood ran from his head.

His mask was soaked. 

Wombat Guerrera had been the victim of the attack.

"Mr. Guerrera? Mr. Guerrera?" The camera man tried to stimulate a response from the luchador, but nothing.

"Hello? Anyone in here?" Again, nothing. There was no one in the room with Wombat and the camera man.

"What's going on in here?" Winters busted through the doors as the camera man sprinkled a few drops of water from a bottle on the skull of Guerrera.

"WHO DID THIS?" Winters exploded. The camera man responded with a shrug.

Who had done this? 

    
TAG TEAM MAIN EVENT
Osyrus & ICU Vs SilverHAWK & SDL

To come, were the four men that would no doubt, head the PPV, which would take place in no less than seven days time, but the thing about these four men was that they were nothing but loners. The word "team" didn't come into either of their vocabularies, but tonight, they would have to take it in, and quickly. Winters' needed something to boost his rating, and in this main event, he had the four most known of his roster, guaranteed success?

ICU was the first to enter the arena, and it was to a harsh reception. ICU was the man who didn't give a fuck what anyone else thought, and he was always the first to tell you that. He intentionally tried to piss off fans, last week was a prime example with all the slow submission holds making his matches nothing but a snore fest, but it worked. ICU was the US Champion, he had the Gold, and that was one of the main factors the fans hated him. As he walked into the ring, he ignored the fans totally, they were invisible to him, or that was what he wanted them to think. As he entered the ring, he did not even pose for a fan photo, and he laughed at the idiots who tried it anyway, he either turned away or put him hand up, so they could not see his face.

Up Next.

The ACW World Heavyweight Champion.

Osyrus.

If one man would have the accolade of being more hated than ICU, Osyrus held that trophy, along with the most coveted in the ACW Trophy cabinet, the World Title. ‘Born with Nothing, Die with Everything’ by Papa Roach rips into the arena. The crowd begins to boo and through coke cups into his path. The black curtain is pulled back, as the champion steps onto the stage, to another loud eruption of boos. Osyrus ignores the fans as he continues to walk down the ramp way, world title fastened tightly around his waist. As he enters the ring both him and ICU exchange glances, they will more than likely cross paths somewhere down the line, but tonight they had to work together, because HAWK and SDL would punish them if they didn't. The arena went silent as both Osyrus and ICU stood in the middle of the ring, awaiting their opponents, and as "seeknstrike" by Soulfly rumbled through the arena, HAWK stood at the top of the ramp, peering down at both men.

As he began to walk down, it slowly turned into a fast paced walk, ands then into a sprint, because what Osyrus and ICU didn't know was SDL had made his way through the crowd, and was spinning around the World Champion as SilverHAWK slid into the ring and began to exchange right hands with ICU, pushing him into the corner and then smashing his knee into his mid section as SDL had Osyrus in the other corner, beating the hell out of him with left and rights after that savage pipe shot last week. As both HAWK and SDL had their men in the corner, they looked to whip both men into each other, but they then reversed the move so that they could have another swing at it and generate more momentum, and finally both Osyrus and ICU crashed face first into each other, rebounding back into the clutches of HAWK and SDL. HAWK hit ICU with a spinning DDT to the match and SDL smashed Osyrus' face in with a superb drop kick, as both Osyrus and ICU scrambled out of the ring to re-group.

A large pop from the fans was generated as both HAWK and SDL jumped to the top ropes and posed as the two Champions of ACW were trying to make up a new game plan for the match ahead, because they needed a new one and fast.

"Come on bitches!", HAWK screamed as he ushered SDL to the corner as he wanted to start this match up against whomever had the balls to take him on. It was the ACW World Champion who took up the challenge as he fingered his gums, trying to find the source of the minute blood that was coming from his mouth. Both men circled one another until they finally locked up, HAWK moving around Osyrus' back for a wrist lock which he held on to tightly, but Osyrus was aware enough to move himself over the corner, causing the referee to interrupt the hold and HAWK was to let go. As the referee moved away, Osyrus attempted to swing his leg back and hit HAWK with a low blow, but with HAWK blocked it with his knee, he threw Osyrus back with a German Suplex and then followed up with a stinging clothesline as the Champion popped back up for some more. HAWK pulled up Osyrus and body slammed him to the mat, before ascending the turnbuckle and landing a nice second rope elbow drop, ala Austin.

1...

2...

Kickout!

HAWK pulled him up one again and whipped him to the ropes, but missed his attempted clothesline, as he turned around Osyrus was charging straight at him, and only his sharp mind got him out of the situation as with a swift side step, he through Osyrus directly over the ropes, generating a loud pop from the fans as HAWK followed him out the ring, both ICU and SDL watching as HAWK planted Osyrus with a boot to the face, he was dominating the champion. HAWK through Osyrus back into the ring and followed up with a few hard kicks to his mid-section, as Osyrus slithered to the ropes and ended up lying in a heap in the corner of the ring, where HAWK placed his large size 15 boot on Osyrus' throat and pressed down hard. The referee had to eventually break the count as HAWK circled the ring, he had the fans in the palm of his hand.

As HAWK went back to the corner however, he was caught astray with a poke to the eye by Osyrus and then a lovely double arm DDT which would have knocked out any other man cold, but not HAWK. As HAWK rolled into the center of the canvas, Osyrus took the chance to get out of there, and he did so when ICU was tagged in. ICU swaggered into the ring as the fans jeered and booed him upon his entrance, he didn't care though. As HAWK tried to rise to his feet, ICU smacked him back down with a stinging right hand to the jaw, the fans grimaced as they heard the shot.

A slightly shaken SilverHAWK was pulled up by his cropped hair and then dropped back down, with a harsh body slam before he was then picked up again, and with a huge side walk slam, planted to the mat once again. The match had no fluidity, but ICU didn't care, he just wanted to hurt the man he would fight next week for HIS title. ICU then covered the ACW hero...

1...

2...

Shoulder!

POP FROM THE FANS

It wasn't as if it was even close, but the sight of a power kickout by HAWK got the fans' blood pumping, as HAWK rose to his feet and then stood toe to toe with ICU. ICU and HAWK eyeballed one another, ICU cracked a small smile as he HAWK tore a whole through him.

"Come on old man..."

RIGHT HAND BY HAWK

RIGHT HAND BY ICU

RIGHT HAND BY HAWK

RIGHT HAND BY ICU

RIGHT HAND BY HAWK

RIGHT HAND BY HAWK

RIGHT HAND BY HAWK

HAWK then followed it up with a flurry of slaps to the chest, each time receiving a pop from the fans as he shoved ICU into the corner and then whipped him to the opposite side, before striking him with a reverse elbow as ICU bounced off the turnbuckle, such was the velocity of the Irish Whip. As HAWK pulled ICU to his feet and shoved him into the corner again, he was then struck in the back of the head, as Osyrus had traveled up the ring apron and clotheslined the veteran in the back of the head, placing him in ICU's lap, where ICU struck him with an elbow to the temple and then hit him with a shocking clothesline that almost took HAWK's head off.

ICU was the first to his feet, with HAWK still recovering from that vicious clothesline, ICU took the advantage in the match-up as he took HAWK's leg and put him into a half-Boston crab. HAWK was silent, he wasn't the squealer type, instead he took pain like a man, and attempted to reach the ropes, which he did so after around half a minute or so. ICU got to his feet and more or less stamped on HAWK's back, causing the fans to riot as they screamed and booed at ICU, was he trying to end the man's career. SDL paced back and forth on the apron, as he couldn't take much more of this. ICU picked up HAWK and whipped him to the ropes, but his attempted monkey flip was not taken by HAWK, who then DDT'd ICU to the mat, as the fans screamed for the tag.

In a few tension filled moment, both HAWK and ICU crawled to their corners, the tag of each man happening at more or less the same moment, as SDL and Osyrus burst into the ring, the fans watching their first moment of the fiery heard former jOlt star. SDL cracked Osyrus to the mat and then followed that up with the clothesline as Osyrus rose to his feet after the punch. SDL then caught the shaken ICU and smashed him to the mat with a huge Spinebuster, before running over to the corner and splashing Osyrus who stood in that corner. As ICU slid out of the ring himself, he was met by HAWK, who pounded into his face with some hard right hands and then some slaps to the chest. After that had taken place, HAWK rammed ICU into the steel steps, ICU flipped over them as HAWK then slid into the ring, attempting to assist SDL. SDL whipped Osyrus towards HAWK, whom then kicked him in the gut, before SDL drop kicked him in the side of the head and then went for the cover.

1...

2...

SHOULDER!

HAWK shook his head as he went back to his corner, but as he did, Osyrus hit SDL with a low blow and then a face buster, as HAWK turned around he watched as Osyrus covered SDL.

1...

HAWK made his way through the ropes.

2...

HAWK was about 4 feet away!

3!

NO!

HAWK managed to break the count up just at the last moment, and this pissed off Osyrus big time. Osyrus axe-handled HAWK in the back as he then rebounded off the turnbuckle as Osyrus hit him to the mat with a hard German Release Suplex. He looked around for ICU who was till at ring side, but his intensions where clear, "get the fucking pipe!". As the steel pipe that he had used last week and shown the fans earlier in the night, as SDL rose to his feet, he was struck in the head with the pipe, blood already gushing from his wound he had received a week earlier, but the fans began to get rowdy as HAWK was stirring, and began to get to his feet as he used the ropes for leverage. As he turned around Osyrus swung, only for HAWK to duck and then hit Osyrus with a neck-breaker, but as he rose from that, the cold steel of a folded up steel chair clattered against the back of his head, as ICU stood above him and began to attack his ribs and legs with the same chair. The referee rang the bell for the disqualification and then exited the ring, obviously not wanting to become involved. 

Osyrus joined in moment's earlier, and began to poke the pipe into his rib cage, anyone can right with a bloody head, but not with broken ribs. SDL lifted his head to reveal a crimson mask covering his face, but ICU clobbered him with his steel chair, as SDL stayed down. HAWK tried to resist the attacks, but it just made the assault even worse. These two men where looking for the easy way out, but it could have possibly been an act of revenge also...they wanted to show why they had the titles around their waist's, but the real question was would they have it around that waist in just one week?

The Champions of ACW have sounded their battle cry, can a lovable HAWK and a likeable rogue answer that cry?

Find out at Relentless!

Winner : SilverHAWK and SDL by DQ