Boyd and Dunn, the two full owners at the very beginning, had held the very first ACW show in this very same arena, and it was just a fitting start to a new era in ACW, that they would have such a historic event, the TV debut of the federation, at this very arena as well. 

The Pyramid in Tennessee was what the Bingo Hall in Philly was to the  ECW, it was where all the magic happened and where all the biggest matches of the year had taken place. Highlight reels would be filled with action from this very arena for years and years to come, spawning the creation of history vignettes to dazzle ACW fans. Ever since that very first evening, way back in 1991, the wrestlers and crew involved with ACW had had goose bumps whenever they seen the road sign pointing in the arena's direction. Those last few miles where often the most hyped up and frantic you would ever see most of the roster, and tonight was no different. 

So much had happened here, the epic battles between the late John Funneral and "The One" Jimmy Reid, the first ever cage match held in ACW, the first ever Hell in a Cell the year later, not to mention the debut of SilverHawk, ACW's favourite son, had happened in this very arena.

Tonight, the legacy of this arena would be turned up another notch, as tonight the Pyramid's four walls would be beamed out live, to whomever had the curiosity to flick to FOX at that moment in time, to see the "Next Big Wrestling Federation" to hit the airwaves. There where already a few problems however in ACW, before the night had even began. With Winters coming in, and owning a majority share in the federation, it was up to him to make all the big decisions, and some of them might have been the wrong ones already. 

Upon entering ACW, Winters tore up the roster. 

He got rid of the people he didn't think where marketable or where past their best, a whole 19 wrestlers, most of whom had been with the company from the very start. He then decided to bring in his own wrestlers, men who where at the start of their careers. 

Eager to work.

Eager to learn.

This caused problems for ACW, as now with a roster of less than 20, the workload has been pushed to only a few faces who are expected to carry the federation, in there very first television event with any company, for some of them. For others it was a chance to make that big break once again. People like ICU, Shabazz and even guys like Tony Field where here to try and steal the spotlight in the federation, spotlight which has been fixed on one man for the last 6 years, SilverHawk. However, not everything with him was going too well either. As one of the only remaining ACW stars to survive the cut, Hawk's time looks to be up as Winters has some sort of problem with ACW's favourite star. Only time will tell who will survive these upcoming weeks, and who will be brought in to lighten the workload on ACW's promising stars.

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Inside the Pyramid there was an eerie silence, as the final preparations where being put to place, for what would be the most important night in the federations history. The sounds of moving feet, paper rustling, people talking to themselves and the open and shutting of the main door drowned out the conversation between Boyd and Dunn, both of whom sat opposite Ethan Winters, who had his shades placed on his head, reading over what looked to be the script for the evening.

Dunn and Boyd had been running this federation from the beginning, and although they knew that the script was top notch, they couldn't help but feel like they where back in the classroom, having to read their English essay out loud in front of the teacher, their friends, and the girl that they secretly had fallen in love with directly behind them. Winters slid his shades over his eyes and nodded in approval at both men, each of them releasing a small sigh as Winters took from his teacher role, and left the duo, walking into a busy hallway.

Winters signed what paper was put in front of him, posed for whichever pictures where asked of him, and nodded an whomever nodded at him. This wasn't as big a night to him as it was Dunn and Boyd, but he had got the tingling feeling just as much. Winters peered down at his Rolex Wristwatch, it was 7:57pm, "three minutes till blast off" he thought to himself, as he began to shift his walking to a slightly faster speed, his general direction towards the audio center and the curtain.

"Everything OK as far as pyro goes?" The question was thrown in the air for a number of people to answer, all of them did the same thing, nodded to him, all with a little smile across their faces. These staff...these wrestlers...these fans...they all had the same tingling feeling, something big was going to happen tonight. Winters looked at his reflection off a piece of metal on the wall, fixing his hair and positioning his shades into place, he rolled his shoulders and hit himself with a clenched fist on his peck, trying to pump himself up, if that was even needed.

"PYRO NOW!" said a small bald man with headphones on, as he lifted his arm simultaneously to the first explosion which introduced Alien Ant Farm's anthem "Courage", the official theme for the new "titled" show name. Flashes and explosions of red, yellow, blue and gold dazzled the crowd and Winters, the colours reflecting from his Gucci shades. The colours and flashes also flickered and beamed off, from something else, which Winters held in his hands. 

The ACW World Heavyweight Championship. 

Winters fixed himself once again and then looked over his shoulder, where Boyd and Dunn stood, their arms around each others shoulders, pointing at the awaiting crowd. Winters face produced a rye smile, as he nodded at both of them, and pulled the curtain back, to reveal the most deafening scream ever produced in the Pyramid.

Very-decent Proposal

**EARLIER TODAY**

BEEEEEEEEEEEP!

It was roughly four hours before the show was going to start, but Wombat Guerrera wanted to make an impression on his new bosses and to do that, he thought firstly, he would turn up a little early for the show. 

He had already wrestled for his new federation, but it was nothing to set the world on fire, he wanted to change that. He reached his right arm out to holler a cab, and one came pretty quickly. It screeched up to his feet and he leap inside, the car speeding off before Wombat could even tell the driver his destination.

"The Pyramid please..."

"Sure thing bucko!"

The taxi spun away from the curb with a large screech and the tires let off a small amount of smoke as they scraped against the ground. Wombat held on tight and buckled himself up quickly, nobody told him Space Mountain came in taxi form.

"I'm...not in hurry."

"It's cool."

The taxi driver could be seen looking in his rear view mirror at Wombat, he peered through Bat with a piercing eye, Wombat felt uneasy.

"Hey...."

"Yeah?"

"Ain't you that Luchador....bat summit..."

"Yeah. Wombat Guerrera"

"That's the shit!"

The taxi driver slammed his hand against the dashboard in excitement.

"Jesus man, you are smokin' in the ring, you wrestling tonight for the ACW?"

Nod.

"Cool. Do you know who I am?"

Wombat looked at the face in the mirror and drew a blank, he shook his head to the taxi drivers disappointment.

"Does the federation reVenge ring a bell?"

"Yeah."

"What about the name eXistenZ?"

"Yeah it does..."

"Sweet. After reVenge closed I was kind of stuck in a lurch. I thought I would get a shit load of offers from the Indy feds, but they never came, and I'm afraid I'm above wrestling in High Schools. PA-LEASE!"

"Yeah."

Wombat was more interested in looking out the window than listening to some washed up kids sob stories, but he humored the taxi driver by kidding on he was listening.

"It's hard being a talented wrestler who can't get a job, you know?"

"Yeah."

"So how about you get me a trial at ACW?"

Without thinking Wombat responded.

"Yeah."

"Very Cool!"

"OH! No...Sor..."

"This is gonna be so cool man., thanks for the chance."

Wombat had just put his foot in it, big time! 

Question: What's the best way to impress your boss?

Answer: Bring in some goof who thinks he has talent and try to get him a job?

WRONG

"Hey man, we are here...let's go."

eXistenZ jumped out the taxi and didn't even lock it, he pulled Wombat out of the door, all his luggage falling on the floor.

"Aren't...you gonna lock that?"

"It's not mine to lock...c'mon!"

Wombat looked confused...he stared at eXi as he walked up the steps to the arena, signaling for Wombat to hurry up, as he tugged the luggage up the stairs. Wombat got to his feet and poked his head through the passenger window to look at the driver ID.

"Sukpar Sigh?"

An Introduction To The World

Winters walked down his new ramp-way, as he turned 360°, the arena was sold out to the max. Winters almost froze in the middle of the ramp, before the sound of a female fan screaming in his ear brought him back into reality. He strolled down the ramp, making sure he touched every fan which was at ring side along the way, letting them not only touch him, but the belt he held in his hand. 

He climbed the ring steps and took a hold of the ropes, never having actually been in a wrestling ring caused a small problem for him, which way would he enter, but that problem was soon resolved as he entered the ring, but it was far from smooth. After almost falling as he entered the ring, he placed the belt on the floor and collected the microphone which the lovely ring announcer held in her hand, you could clearly see Winters checking down her blouse, because of which he was given a cheer from a bunch of guys who where sitting beside the announcers table, he gave them the wink and gun the and strolled to the middle of the ring.

"WELCOME TO ALL-STAR CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING!"

Huge pop from the fans, it seemed that anything he done tonight would be greeted with sheer praise, because he was the man who was bringing ACW to the big time, and because of that, these ACW fans loved him for it.

"My name...is Ethan David James Connor Winters, and I own a majority share in this little federation you guys like to call ACW. Along with myself on the board are Mr Charles Dunn and James Boyd, both of which are sitting in the back making sure EVERYTHING is down to perfection tonight to give you the greatest show you have ever seen in your lives, here on FOX!"

Winters aimed a wink and the gun to the camera, and then picked up the ACW Title which lay on the fresh canvas.

"First things first...and that is this piece of Gold right here. We recently held a tournament involving our whole roster, which has down been stripped down to 4 individuals, going by the names of Arcayin, Jordan X Shabazz, Osyrus and ICU. Tonight, Semi-Finals will take place, and then, the remaining two men will go on to wrestle next week, for this very Title. The matches tonight will be Arcayin Vs. Jordan X Shabazz and Osyrus Vs. ICU. Also tonight, we are going to see ICU once again, as he goes up against "The Monster" Dustin Jacobs for the US Championship, that match will be a no DQ match and will take place later on tonight!"

Winters placed the belt back onto the ground and took a moment to himself, as everyone in the arena watch watching him. He looked up at the Big Screen and seen his face...he liked this.

A lot.

"Here at ACW, we pride ourselves in having one of the best "quality" rosters in the world. Everyman in that locker room has the quality to be the World Champion, something no other federation on this planet can match. However, one thing struck me upon scouting wrestlers, was that nobody wants to take a chance these days. Let me put out a name for example...Goldberg."

Some of the crowd exploded into cheers at the mention of the former WCW champion.

"Goldberg told me that even though I was giving him the kind of money that he was looking for, he wouldn't take a chance in a "new" federation. What a pussy..."

Pop from the fans.

"So what I'm trying to say is that these men back are the chance takers. The guys that are going to go that one extra mile for YOU! I'll tell you what. I'm calling every single wrestler on this planet out, you think you have what it takes to take down one of my men? Or are you guys gonna pussy your way out of this one too, eh Bill?"

"PEOPLE! Get ready for some REAL SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT!"

Watch What You Say

Jordan X Shabazz, former PCW superstar. One of the most popular PCW wrestlers while he was there, walked through the halls of the ACW Arena, AKA the Pyramid in Memphis. Jordan finally found his locker room, the one that he had spent all of his time looking for, and he entered.

He was surprised to find that other wrestlers were in there changed, he saw a few that he recognized from fEar and from reVenge. The only other African American that he saw was Osyrus, former fEar star, and Jordan shook his head at that thought. Shabazz entered the locker room and looked around with a scowl.

“I KNOW these crackas aren’t making me change in the same locker room as all these crackas. What the hell is this? The WHITE house?” Shabazz chuckled to himself at his own crappy joke and he looked around as all eyes were on him on. The wrestlers, looked at him and a few said some words about him being a cocky bastard which Shabazz didn’t hear.

“And another thing, WHERE ALL THE BLACK PEOPLE AT?! On the real, it’s me, and this cat over here from fEar,” said Shabazz with a heavy sigh.

He walked over to an empty locker in the room and he saw his name and his picture on it. It was a fairly nice one, it was something that most of the players for the Memphis Grizzlies used.  He angrily ripped the picture and name tag of his off of the locker and he screamed. 

“THIS PLACE IS A GOD DAMN SHITHOLE! Jesus Christ, it’s like I’m back in Brooklyn living the ghetto. I bet these broke ass crackas will send my pay late, EVEN WORSE! I’m a Civil Rights Activist and there’s NO WAY anybody, let alone a rich, good looking, young, articulate African American such as myself, should have to change in a room like this. Come on now…”

“You know what, screw this, I am going to complain to the management about this. I know y’all won’t because you are all some scared ass crackas who are low maintenance and LIKE being pimped by some tight with money crackas.” Shabazz said while walking towards the door to leave. Before he could leave, in front of him stepped ICU, former reVenge superstar.

“What do you want?” Shabazz asked with venom in his voice.

“You need to stop with all this racial stuff,” ICU began with a dusky voice, “We’re all here to put on the best show possible for the fans. I don’t think that…”

“Shut yo’ white ass up. I’m getting out of this bitch, and MOVE bitch, get out the way.”

Jordan X Shabazz shoved ICU out of the way, which angered ICU. ICU swung and took Jordan X Shabazz down with a vicious right cross. Shabazz got to his feet and tackled ICU right into one of the lockers on the wall.

Soon enough, the entire locker room, who wanted to see Jordan get the crap beat out of him so he could stop talking all the trash that he was, were breaking up the fight. ICU had gotten the better of the brawl, leaving Jordan with a bloody lip. ICU had only gotten a shiner under his right eye that wasn’t all shiny.

As Shabazz left the locker room area, he looked at ICU and pulled his hand across his throat in a slicing his neck type move.

“You’re dead, cracka. I swear to God, you’re fucking dead.”

The Goal

‘Tonight, it’s going to be all business out there in the ring.’ A familiar voice states as the camera zooms out as Osyrus’ back is turned to the camera.

‘Tonight, I’ll do whatever it takes so my hand is raised in victory and I move one step closer to becoming the ACW World champion. Most of you don’t realize how long I have fucking waited for an opportunity like this to come my way. You all don’t realize how much bullshit and politics had been holding me down almost my whole career, but now I can finally be recognized as the main eventer I have always known myself to be.’ Osyrus starts to turn around as he has a sly smirk on his face.

Osyrus rubs his chin as the smirk slowly goes away; total seriousness comes over his face in mere seconds, as the camera catching the total change of emotion.

‘I will not be fucking denied tonight, next week, or whenever my opportunity for the world title comes into play. I didn’t spend four hard years of pain and torture inside one of Canada’s toughest schools to let chances like this slip away… I didn’t come into this business with more wrestling knowledge than 90% of the guys in the back, just to job to some new up and comer that the officials think is “impressive”. I came to All-Star Championship Wrestling to show everyone that Osyrus will not be held down any longer. I came to ACW to prove that I am every bit as good as I am say I am as there isn’t a fucking person alive that can prove me wrong when that bell rings inside of the ring, outside the ring or wherever the match takes place. That’s what you people hate don’t you? A guy that can actually back up his claims at being as good as he says he is. A superstar that can really drive his point across to the whole entire world, shoving the truth whether any one likes it or not right down their stinking throats. And that’s the bottom line; like another superstar once said in his promos, the point to this whole promo underlined clearly. No one can hold me down but myself; and there is nothing standing in my way, so you’re looking at the next ACW World champ right here!’

Osyrus looks into the camera with an angered look of rage as the camera slowly fades out, but his voice is the last thing heard.

‘I will not be denied. I will not be denied…’    

A Real DILEMMA!

"Did you see me out there?!"

Winters was ecstatic, he jumped up and down on the spot as Boyd and Dunn both nodded at his direction with a big grin stretched across their faces.

"My God...what a rush that is to be out there, everyone is just focusing on you! Nothing else!"

The duo nodded their heads in agreement with the majority owner of the federation, even though neither of them had been out in front of the crowd, well not in the capacity that Winters was. Neither of the pair played the owner while the road show took place, so they wouldn't know what it was like to have so much power.

"Hey, brother, you really looked hot our there, with your shades an all, it was smoking!"

Dunn lifted his hand for a high five, in which Winters exchanged with him, before the trio began to walk to the backstage office they had had set up before the show. Dunn handed Winters a clipboard, in which Winters nodded as he opened the door of the office, but then his expression changed, into dismay.

"What is this red-score through Dilemma's name?"

Winters through the clipboard in Boyd's face and pointed aggressively at the red mark, Boyd looked at Dunn, Dunn looked at Boyd, both of them nodding in Winters' direction, asking the other to tell him what is going on.

"Well...." Dunn began, "we received a phone call while you where on, and it seems like Dilemma's plane, has been stuck on the run way, for about an hour, as air traffic control have went for s hit or summit...so in short, he is gonna be late and might not even make it here at all."

Winters exploded...he through the clipboard off the wall, which rebounded and hit a small glass picture, which in turn fell and smashed onto the red carpet. Boyd covered his head in fear as Winters punched the wall and then took Dunn by the scruff of the neck.

"I told you...I fucking told you to make sure everything was ok!

You told be there would be no hitches!

A perfect show!

Now that's all gone to fuck!"

Winters collapsed into the seat which was directly behind him, breathing heavily, he calmed down and began to speak with a civilized tone.

"What are we going to do now?"

"We have got a replacement set up boss...SilverHawk."

Winters looked up at the duo who where smiling with delight as they covered for their error, but the mention of SilverHawk just bubbled up more tension between the duo and Winters.

"Why in the hell would I want that old has-been on MY very first show...get a jobber, or just call the match off completely, I don't want SilverHawk anywhere near TV tapings, give him a  job at the developmental territory, let him train or summit.

He is useless to me!"

Dunn and Boyd where then brushed aside as Winters left the small office, Dunn and Boyd signed as they went back to the drawing board on whom they would get to replace Dilemma, as this really was one...

          
ACW World Title Tournament - Semi Final
Osyrus Vs. ICU

“Born with Nothing, Die with Everything” by Papa Roach blares through the arena as the ‘Self proclaimed best technical wrestler ever’ Osyrus makes way down to the ring. Osyrus has an intense look on his face, ignoring the crowd as he draws massive heat, slowly entering the ring. The ref stands off to the side of the ring, while he awaits Osyrus’ opponent to make his arrival in mere moments. The Papa Roach theme begins to slowly fade away as pure silence is heard. ICU steps from behind the curtain to a small pop from the fans accompanied by his manager, Rusty Kaluski. The former reVenge star looks ready for combat, staring down Osyrus in the ring as his opponent bounces off the ropes, doing extensive stretching before the match.  

ICU slides in the ring cautiously, the ref signals for the match to begin. Both stars walk to the center of the ring as they begin to circle one another. Osyrus reaches out toward ICU with his right arm, trying to feel out ICU’s in-ring ability before making any drastic maneuvers. Osyrus taunts ICU into a test of strength slowly extending his right then left arm, slightly wiggling his fingers. ICU looks toward the crowd for a response but he goes for it… Slowly raising his arms up, to tie up with the much larger Osyrus. Osyrus and ICU tie up in the middle of the ring with a Greco Roman knuckle lock, but the test of strength was just a ploy as Osyrus head buts ICU, drives a knee hard into his abdominal area, following up with a hard haymaker to the side of ICU’s face. ICU staggers back a few steps but has no time to regain his composure as Osyrus uses a drop toe hold on him, floats over and applies a front face lock in the center of the ring.     

ICU’s manager outside the ring slaps the mat furiously, trying to get ICU back into the match up. Osyrus still gains control as he applies the front face lock, slowly putting more pressure on the throat area of ICU.

‘Hey ref, he’s choking him!’ Yells Rusty from outside the ring, worried about his man in the ring.

ICU is fading away as the ref begins to check the maneuver but sees nothing wrong. The ref grabs ICU’s wrist, beginning the count down…

1!

ICU’s arm falls limp to the ground.

2! 

The arm falls but shows more signs of life.

The ref lifts the arm up again but instead of falling to the canvas, it shoots up strong proving that this match isn’t anywhere over yet.

ICU tries to get back to his feet, delivering hard jabs to Osyrus’ rib cage while Osyrus starts to loosen his grip. ICU right hooks Osyrus in the breadbasket, following up with a left hook to the face that staggers Osyrus back into the ring ropes. ICU shoots Osyrus across the ring, nailing the returning Osyrus with ‘Depression’ right in his forehead. Osyrus retreats to the outside of the ring as ICU’s manager and the fans mark out by the sudden burst of explosiveness. ICU follows Osyrus to the outside; giving chase, but is taken down by a clothesline from the recovered Osyrus. Osyrus reaches down, pulling ICU up by his long stringy hair before whipping him into the nearby metal ring steps. ICU slams hard into the steps as Osyrus slowly walks over to him, kicking him in the chest and head giving him no time to recover. The ref issues the count to both men…

1!

2!

3!

4!

Osyrus still continues to stomp away on ICU; the crowd shows their hatred for Osyrus with showers of boos.

5!

6!

7!

ICU is tossed back into the ring as Osyrus is not too far behind. ICU gets back up to a knee, turns around only to be taken down again by an Osyrus hooking clothesline ala Chris Benoit. Osyrus never lets up on ICU as he grabs him once again by his hair, locking in a standing crossface in the center of the ring while putting his body between ICU and the nearest ring ropes. ICU is in pain, but still shows plenty of life as he tries to power his way of the submission hold. Osyrus counters ICU’s aggressiveness with a knee lift to his stomach, taking ICU down to one knee.

‘Tap out or I’ll break your fucking arm!’ Osyrus yells down to ICU as he continues the pressure on ICU’s shoulder and neck, but ICU still fights off the pain.

ICU goes back to the well once again as he jabs Osyrus in the gut to release another submission, but Osyrus is ready; head and arm suplexing ICU to the canvas. ICU's head slams hard into the canvas, while Osyrus gets back to his feet. Remarkably though, ICU doesn’t stay down long as he rolled onto his knees, slowly getting back to his feet just as fast as Osyrus did. Osyrus turns around shocked to see ICU up, he charges in for the clothesline, ICU ducks and pushes Osyrus into the nearby turnbuckle. ICU staggers toward Osyrus but suddenly erupts with kicks to the midsection of Osyrus followed by repeated punches to the chest area also known to some wrestling fans as ICU’s patented ‘Revenge’.

Osyrus is slowly fading away in the corner as ICU continues to bruise Osyrus’ chest cavity. The ref tries to get in between both superstars, separating both men… Osyrus sneaks in a thumb to the eye of ICU, the ref doesn’t see a thing. ICU turns away holding his face as Osyrus tries to regain his composure, once again he comes charging toward ICU. But ICU turns Osyrus’ own momentum against him as he slams him into the mat with a massive sidewalk slam! ICU hooks the leg, going for the first cover of the match.

1!

2!

Osyrus gets the right shoulder up at the last second. ICU slams his fist into the mat, thinking he had it won. ICU picks Osyrus off the mat, but Osyrus hooks ICU and tosses him with the overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Osyrus walk over to ICU’s position on the mat, stomping away on ICU’s head before picking him up and dropping him fireman’s carry flapjack. Osyrus goes for the cover.

1!

2!

ICU kicks away at the last second. Osyrus becomes enraged at the ref, thinking he had the match won with his last maneuver. He picks ICU up again by the hair, lifts ICU up onto his shoulder for a press slam, and then drops him with a sickening rib breaker. Crowd pops from the velocity of the last move as Osyrus floats over into another cover.

1!

2!

ICU kicks out again!!! Crowd pops ICU’s toughness as Osyrus goes back to his first strategy, working over the arm with an arm ringer into a hammerlock on the mat. Osyrus slowly pulls up on ICU’s left arm as it just touches the top of his own shoulder. The ref asks if he wants to give it up, but he refuses. Osyrus gets back to a vertical base still applying the hammerlock, before driving repeated elbows into ICU’s shoulder blade. Osyrus goes back to the arm as he twists the arm with another arm ringer, but ICU is starting to fight back. Osyrus tries to put more pressure on the arm but ICU fights off the pain as he gets back to both feet to the amazement of the crowd. ICU reverses and puts Osyrus in an arm ringer of his own, following it up with a hammerlock. Osyrus reaches around beneath his legs, touching ICU’s legs looking for the possible counter, but instead back elbows ICU in the side of his face to release the hold. Osyrus whips ICU into the ropes; he bounces off the opposite ropes. Osyrus goes for the clothesline, but ICU ducks. They both bounce of the ropes for a second time, with ICU gaining the advantage. He catches Osyrus in a huge powerslam in the center of the ring. ICU shakes his left arm, obviously feeling the effects of submission holds previously. He goes for the cover.

1!

2!

Osyrus powers out, not to be denied at his shot at the world title. ICU stomps away on Osyrus’ fallen body aggressively, Osyrus tries to get back to his feet but is picked up in a DVD position on the shoulders of ICU. Osyrus is thrown into the air over his ICU’s head, grabbed by his head, as he is driven face first to the canvas! Osyrus lies on the canvas face down, but ICU refuses to go for the pin.

‘Come on Ivan, you just hit “Blurry Vision”… Go for the cover!’ Rusty instructs his talent.

He picks up Osyrus slowly off the mat as blood is shown running down his face. ICU signals the end of Osyrus as he sets him up with another trademark move, the triple powerbomb called ‘Tormented Pain’. Osyrus head is thrown between ICU’s legs, he lifts him off the canvas, but one of Osyrus’ legs accidentally hits the ref in the chest. ICU lets go of Osyrus as he falls to his knees on the canvas, saving himself. Osyrus low blows ICU hard in the groin. Ref is still down as Osyrus gets back to his feet as the crowd boos ‘the self proclaimed best technical wrestler ever’. Rusty hops onto the apron showing his disproval of Osyrus last tactic, only to be knocked off by The X factor. Osyrus’ charging Yakuza kick that landed right in Rusty’s face. Osyrus turns around to find that ICU is back to his feet, Osyrus goes for the X factor again, but ICU ducks. Osyrus turns around quickly as ICU goes for the clothesline but Osyrus ducks then counters, setting him up for Oblivion. ICU counters Oblivion as he slides off Osyrus’ back. Osyrus turns to face ICU but is met with a kick to the gut. ICU picks Osyrus up and places him on his shoulders in another DVD position, obviously going for his finisher, Critical Condition… 

ICU is about to spin and twist Osyrus, but he counters again with a thumb to the eye of ICU. ICU slowly drops Osyrus back to the mat; Osyrus applies another arm ringer, and then violently tugs down hard on the injured left shoulder of ICU, bringing him to the canvas. Osyrus still has a tight grip on ICU as he pulls him up, delivers a quick kick to the gut, setting him up for a fisherman’s suplex. Osyrus suplexes ICU right in the center of the ring with a high bridge; floats over, grapevines the other leg while making the cover.

1!

2!

3!

Osyrus rolls out of the ring as The Papa Roach theme kicks up again in the arena. ICU is in the ring frustrated as his manager tries to console him on a good job in the match. Osyrus slowly walks up the ramp as the fans continue to boo him, but Osyrus ignores them as he raises one finger in the air, signaling his advancement in the tourney…

‘One more man to go, just one more man and I’ll be at the top of this industry like I should be!’ Osyrus dictates as he speaks into the camera.

Winner : Osyrus

Grudge

"Dunn...you cannot be fucking serious!"

There he was.

ACW's Golden Child, Aaron Jones, others words known as SilverHawk. 

Hawk had debuted in the ACW, in this very arena around 5-6 years ago, since then he has wooed crowds all over the country, and has been ACW's top drawing card for a long time. If it was your first time watching ACW, you could spend most it racking your brain, because you recognize his face. The fact was that he wrestled in the WWF as a rookie under the name of Hawk Harris, but then for reasons which included a certain Steve Williams gimmick, Hawk was told it would be better for his career if he left the WWF, which he did so.

"Dunny...this Winters guy is totally fucking up how this shit is going down...saying that I can't be on TV, it's a joke!"

Dunn placed a comforting hand on Hawk's shoulder as both of them stood in the middle of the Hawk's dressing room. Dunn shook his head as he looked down at the dirty arena floor.

"Listen man...Winters wants to sell all his 'new' stars to the World, he wants revenue for merchandise, that's all, you will get a shot next week."

Hawk pulled away from Dunn and started to pace around the room, grunting and hissing.

"Next week isn't good enough man...and you fucking know it. I'm gonna get this cunt!"

As Hawk tried to leave the room, Dunn pulled him back by the neck and sat him down on the bench next to him.

"Listen to me man...you fucking know I love you, you are like a brother to me, but you gotta listen to me on this one. Going down the hall and hurting Winters will just get you the night in jail, not in the ring. You know, that if I think anyone should get that title, it would be you, but he fucking fixed it so you would get paired with Arcayin. You just gotta sit this week out, go home early, spend some time with your wife and son, there is nothing we can do for you this week, but come back next week, you will be on the show Hawk, I guarantee it."

Hawk's head dropped as he realized that he wasn't going to be allowed to be out there tonight, he looked up at Dunn and nodded in agreement with him, before standing up and packing his stuff. Dunn was going to say something, but stopped, and then he left a depressed wrestling veteran wondering whether he would still be in a job my next week.

Taxicab Confessions

What he had done so far in his life meant nothing. The mistakes he made were done with, and in the pass. It was time for him to deal with the cards he had
been dealt with, and ACW was at the top of the pile. 

These encouraging thoughts rambled through the mans head as the taxicab pulled in front of the Pyramid on Tennessee soil. He obviously couldn't afford a limousine, well at least not for a few weeks. 

The man's name was Joel, and he had been called upon to play pawn in the ACW game of chess. He was not exactly bright eyed and bushy tailed, but he couldn't help feeling excited. Joel had been given an amazing opportunity, wasting it was not an option.

The only concern the drizzled through Joel's mind was the possibility of not adapting. What he feared most was not being accepted into this new fed's society. Insecurity linked back to his childhood, and it has been Joel's nemesis ever since.

Joel's past was extremely shifty, and that's putting it lightly. He has always been a bit iffy on revealing things, but he had every right to be. Soon enough, we will unlock the secrets that roam in the depth of this tattered man's soul.

Lowering Expectations

"C'mon I got to be at the arena in fifteen minutes! Cant this hunk of junk go any faster?" In the back of a black stretch limo sets ACW's franchise employee steadily nibbling on his fingernails.

The limo driver looks to be a plump, slightly overweight Mexican with a scruffy mustache and goatee. Not what you would expect from a well known limo service. "Que....?"

Dustin with a mixed look of astonishment and disgust slaps his forehead and lets his hands slide down over his face. Mumbling as he does. "This is what I get for signing with this fledgling federation!" He just shakes his head as the drivers continues to stare blankly in his rear view mirror. "Nothing like being late for your first night!"

Dustin Jacobs, a man who used to rule the wrestling circuit from Rhode Island all the way to New York City had been reduced to this, wrestling for an almost unknown federation, wrestling an opponent that is clearly not even formidable with Dustins skills as a wrestler, and stuck in a limo that smells like old nacho's and hot sauce. 

As the limo continues to inch along the highway Dustin pushes the button that makes a barrier come up and lets him have his privacy. Of course it took three minutes for it slide up to its stopping point. All the way up the limo driver looking like he never even knew that it was there before. "Que.....que....que?" Finally the window slides into its locking position and Dustin is alone. He looks out his window and mumbles to himself.

"ICU, I don't even know who this clown is! Dammit I knew this was a bad idea when the contract they offered me included an "all you can eat clause" at the Sizzler! Last night I couldn't even get a good nights sleep because my hotel bed had god knows how many stains on it and I chose the floor. Jesus we have to be almost there!" Dustin rolls down his window and the cameras start to flash and the questions start to fly.

"I should have known they wouldn't have a safe entrance for their franchise player! Dammit I hate this place, I truly feel sorry for the man I face tonight because the monster is gonna be roaring!" Dustin takes a few deep breathes and psyches himself up for the strong push into the arena.

"Well Dustin ol' boy, lets make this federation famous!"

Once last deep breath and Dustin pushes out into the crowd of people, leaving the safety of the taco limo and beginning the path to make himself famous again.

A Real DILEMMA! Pt 2

"He's Here!"

Winters looked down the hall as he witnessed the baldy co-owner of the ACW, drag Dilemma down the hall and pushing him in the direction of the main stage curtain.

"I made sure he was dressed before he entered the arena...I'm not completely dumb."

Boyd smiled at Winters, but he did not return the gesture.

"You're lucky Boyd, we where so close to losing that match right there, you MUST make sure that it never happens EVER again, and if it does, you'll find yourself on welfare on Monday morning."

Winters put on his shades and walked away, a screeching sounds coming from his shoes scratching against the marble floor. Boyd stood growling at Winters until he looked back at him, Boyd whistled and picked his fingernails until Winters turned in the opposite direction again.

"Welfare...HAH! Good one!

Shit........

          
Colin Moses Vs. Dilemma

Moses sat in his locker room, staring at his pride and joy, his Atlanta Falcons jersey which lay on the bench nearby. He sat there picking bits of fluff and dirt off it as he waited for a signal, so he could go down to the ring and show that footballer players can hack it in the ring. Suddenly like a click of a finger, the lights go out. The dark had surrounded the room; it was pitch-black. As fast as the lights had gone out the reappeared only to show an empty room. The next camera took over as they saw Moses storming though the backstage heading for the ring, that must have been the signal he was awaiting and he didn’t hesitate to leave like a bolt of lighting.

He pushed through the curtains as he looked at the screaming fans' mouths and wished he could have heard it. This just made Moses walk quicker and quicker upping up the phase each step. He catapulted over the ropes and stood in the middle of the ring ready to fight for football and ready to fight for his pride.

The lights dropped, as Moses stood in the ring ready for his opponent. The curtain stole the only bit of light in the whole arena. The curtain was slowly pushed aside as a body was being relieved, most of the crowed knew who it was but they still went long with it. Dilemma was shown as he jogged down the ring avoiding all the fans hands. It seemed as if he wanted to get on with this match as much as Moses did. He jumped onto the apron and he slid into the ring.

The two men stared at each other, eyes locked, fists clenched, the ice was about to break and one man would break it. Words were being flung back and forth each one making the other one that bit more agitated. Moses snapped his right hand and swung viciously at right eye, it connected full force. Dilemma fell down hard, this wasn’t the start he had expected.

Dilemma looked at the lights from the mat, he wasn’t expecting to see them so soon. He jumped to his feet, fists clenched ready to make the next move in this match. His arm swung, headed straight for Moses nose, Moses ducked and hit Dilemma with a massive clothesline, which sent Dilemma down again this wasn’t the way he wanted it. His face looked at the lights, he lips