PREVIOUSLY... Only a few short time ago, we had an ACW Champion that was leading the federation in a positive direction. ACW was being talked about as one to watch in 2003, but now, as Osyrus sits at the top of the proverbial mountain, ACW's current direction is down, way down. Ethan Winters was now the dictator of ACW, and this was HIS show, and nobody else's whether they like it or not. With the two co-owners being demoted to nothing less that benson's, the grief has become so bad that Dunn and Boyd are becoming desperate. 

Who will come to their rescue and to the rescue of what could be a promising federation for the near future?

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How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors.
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb.

Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back
Home.

Wake me up inside.
Wake me up inside.
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run.
Before I come undone.
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Bring me to life.

Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life.

Wake me up inside.
Wake me up inside.
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run.
Before I come undone.
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Bring me to life.

Frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling.
Only you are the life among the dead.

Bring me to life

Wake me up inside.
Wake me up inside.
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run.
Before I come undone.
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Bring me to life.
Bring me to life.
Evanescence
Bring Me To Life
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LIVE! on Sunday 16th February
From The Pontiac Silverdome, Detroit, Michigan

Bad Luck Charm

As a limo rolled into the Pontiac Silverdome an ACW camera quickly sprang into action and rushed out to see who had arrived to what should be ACW's biggest and best PPV to date. The back door flew open and out stepped Enslaved quickly followed by Rook, Rook spoke.

"Jay Smash the day has finally dawned upon us and tonight I put you out of your misery, tonight I break my bad luck charm. See like Enslaved said ever since our paths crossed I've been on a downward spiral everything that could go wrong, has, I've lost to some black guy who is just fuckin idiot and some fag and this is because of you. 

Why me Smash? 

Why Rook? 

Your out to stop Rook as well!

Rook shook his head and looked at Enslaved.

"Smash tonight all the rage and sorrow that I carry you shall feel, tonight I set myself free and my freedom will be at the expense of you. Kris Christopherson once said that freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose...see Jay for something to be re-born something needs to perish and after I beat you tonight I shall rise from the ashes and take my place as one of ACW's brightest stars. See Jay while your out pleasing your fans and winning your matches I sit back and watch how pathetic you really are and yes now maybe you are in the spotlight at the moment but behind the light thou shall rise!"

"Jay understand that in this life to survive you need to feed off the weak and your weak! Stop living for the fans and live for yourself"

Rook looked up at the sky

"Look Smash! Christ don't fuckin' care! 

He lets us do as we please and when something goes wrong he has no answers so like Christ you shall be crucified for your sins. The pain I have in store for you is ungodly. Tonight I set things right and break the bad luck charm. When death replaces life, there is Rook.

Enslaved pushed the camera man away as the two men disappeared into the arena.

Surprise!

The fans are out of their seats as the beginning of the night kicks off. The superstars are all in the back getting ready for big matches, and some are even just arriving. Jay Smash enters the arena with a big smile on his face, his hair tied back, sunglasses covering his eyes, and his wrestling gear already on with a leather jacket over him. 

There is no sign of Ralph at the moment, but it doesn't stop Jay Smash from strolling through the hallway, waving to everyone. Before he takes another step in the hallway, he raises his sunglasses up, then pulls them off his face. Jay Smash slowly moves closer to a man standing in the hall who is found to be Ethan Winters, talking to a staff member. Ethan Winters turns around after staring back a few times at Jay Smash, who continues to smile behind him.

"You sure look happy. What do you want?"

"Well, as a matter of fact there is something I want to ask you."

"Well go on, ask me then, I don't have all night."

"Neither do I.... Well, come on, give it to me."

"What? I'm not giving you anything."

"Oh come on don't hold back. What ever you got me, just remember, it's for me, you can always get another."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Hello? Don't you know?"

"Know what? Listen I'm busy right now, come back some other time. Try next week, you're confusing the hell out of me."

"I can't believe this! Dude, it's my Birthday! Come on, I know you got me a present, don't hold back now. Oh, it's a surprise isn't it? No, no, it's ok, I won't say a word to the other guys. I can still be surprised if it's a surprise party you planned. See look, here is my surprised face."

Jay Smash's eyes open wide as his jaw falls. He then tries to speak, but he looks too shocked. Winters stares at Jay Smash, still in confusion, until Jay Smash stops and turns back to Winters, with a smile once again.

"Well.... ummmm.... Listen I didn't get you any surprise present or party..... Before thinking about when I would give it to you. And Jay, later tonight after you are cleaned up after your match, I want to see you in that ring, standing in front of your fans, so you can get your big surprise."

"I knew it! See! You can't trick Jay Smash. I know when someone has something planning for Jay Smash, especially on a day of all days, my Birthday. Thanks Winters."

"Yeah, sure, no problem, now get the hell out of here."

"Yes sir.... I gotta go anyway. Match comin' up. Oh by the way.... It's my time, it's smashing time!"

After Jay Smash dived in front of Winter's with his quote, he pulled away leaving Winter's in the hallway nodding his head.

ytinaS is Sanity Spelt Backwards, First Part of

My heart raced at the prospect of the 4th and final letter, which would complete the quad. The letter lies on my thigh as I smile down upon it, opening it would be like a child on Christ's birthday ripping apart the gifts from his family.

I never had a family.

Not a real one, a loving one, just one full of lies and deceit!

AH...here it is...

And I saw a white horse,
and she that sat on him had a bow,
and a crown was given unto her,
and she went forth conquering
and to conquer

The final part of the puzzle, the beauty of pestilence, and that beauty lay upon the very temple of Jade, how thoughtful of her to excite me with the horsemen once again, it really doesn't bring back memories of the book of revelations. I wonder if I will see my mistress this evening, or her "friend"...

I wonder what he has in store for me this evening, if anything.

Winters, he thinks I stand on the brink of my own demise...the only demise I am looking at is the final one, of Mr. Jason Kain...and Ms. Jade Green.

Confrontation

The gravel crunched and grinded as a sleek black limousine drew into the ACW parking lot. The cool night air seemed to glide over it’s chassis as it seemingly drifted towards the huge garage doors. It was the entrance of a Superstar and a timely one at that.

When Jesus walked on water in the New Testament they say his feet didn’t touch the ocean, this was a similar case as the tires of the limousine hovered above the ground… although the sound of the crunching gravel could be heard underneath.

With a company as professional as All-Star Championship Wrestling it’d be thought that the parking lot would be fully smoothed concrete, however this was not one of the arena’s they had purchased so there was no such luxury.

As the limousine finally pulled to a halt the cool breeze of the night began to blow ferociously. Leaves began to fall out of the trees as the wind began to push them around violently, the break lights of the black limousine shone like two beacons.

Smoke soon began to rise from the exhaust pipe of the limousine as the engine could be heard chugging. The driver and the Superstar inside the vehicle were camouflaged due to the dark tinting of the windows.

Everything seemed to have been stopped. Whether it was the driver waiting for the garage doors to open or whether the Superstar inside had ordered the car to stop was a mystery, 

Although some Mysteries are unsolved, most mysteries have answers… this one was about to be answered, as a few seconds later another limousine, sleek and black, pulled into the parking lot.

It was although it was a case of déjà vu, an almost identical limousine gliding across the parking lot, crunching the gravel underneath it’s tires and coming to a halt, parallel and facing the garage doors… just like the car a few moments before.

Tinting was supposed to do one thing, be sure that you can look out and that no one can look in. Perhaps it was the mechanics fault for not doing this properly, or maybe the man inside the first limo had good eye sight… either way the tinting seemed to have no effect.

The whirring of the motors inside the power window began to chug and churn and the window at the far end of the first limousine slowly hovered down. A cloud of thick smoke exited the now opened window as the smiling, yet devious face of Charlie Loc was revealed.

Moonlight began to glisten off of the second Limousines window as the expression on Charlie’s face began to turn into one of aggravation as he took a draw from his cigarette before scratching his face.

It was as though he was beckoning whoever it was inside the second limo to step up to the challenge he was issuing with his eyes. Just as the moonlight was glistening in the window, it too was glistening in his deep dark eyes.

What happened next was almost instant. The second window the limousine began to glide down in a similar fashion as the look on Charlie’s face intensified. Another Superstar was slowly revealing himself to the darkness of the night as his window wound down.

Finally there was a bumping sound as the window finished winding itself down into it’s slot and a familiar Superstar revealed his face. Charlie Loc sat opposite him as the two sat and stared in silence, the constant churning of the engines of the two vehicles were the only things breaking it.

A thick cloud of smoke soon drifted out from Charlie’s mouth and into the opposite window as he broke the silence, “You still want to fuck around with me?” 

His voice drifted off into the darkness as the man revealed as Nature sat there, staring focused at his opponent, not uttering a word. Charlie shook his took another draw from his cigarette,

“Didn’t you hear me…” He placed his hand on the window sill before pulling his head into the cold night air and hanging a few centimeters outside Nature’s window, “I said… DO YOU STILL WANT TO FUCK AROUND WITH ME?!”

It was like an opera, the voice of Charlie shook the limousine… or so he thought. Within seconds of the words leaving his mouth the roller door of the garage ahead of the cars began to roll up, causing the ground underneath the cars to tremble.

They sometimes describe tension as “Being Able To Cut It With A Knife”, this was one of those cases. Both men, Charlie hanging out of his limousines window and Nature sitting silently inside his just let the tension between them grow.

Finally Nature opened his mouth, several soft words left it, “You’ll pay for your crimes against Nature and Humanity… just you wait” 

Nature’s voice trailed off as his Limousine slowly departed from its stationary position and off into the private area of the parking lot, leaving Charlie now fully hanging out of the window with a cigarette in his hand.

“We’ll see! Don’t Fuck with me!” His voice echoed into the night as he spoke,

Charlie’s limousine soon took off, a blast of chilly night air pushing him back inside and onto his seat, forcing him to soon wind up his window.

Apocalypse was set to be a huge card with the end to a lot of bitter feuds and rivalries. It was the beginning of a long night, and who knows, maybe it wasn’t even close to the end of a bitter feud. 

Uh Oh

"It's not looking good John, not looking good at all..."

As Winters paced the halls of the Silverdome, he walked with a world record holder in his own right. John Ferrik had held the position of assistant to Winters for...2 weeks! 

Go Him.

"John, can you make sure that Smash and Rook are ready for their match...on one side you've got a raving lunatic who doesn't even know who he is anymore, and on the other...well Smash, pesky little happy fucker that he is. I hope they both rid themselves of my sight for a while, Rook especially. Anyway, John, get a hold of Dante and make sure that he's here too, I have a feeling that Kain will be showing tonight...

You get that John?"

As Winters turned around, John, his PA, was in the ear of another staff member, but before Winters could say anything, John was straight back to him.

"Dante is here...but erm, he's locked in his locker room."

Winters stopped.

"Who locked him in?"

"Himself."

A sigh signaled it was going to be another one of those nights...but he would never imagine just how bad...

Rook Vs. Jay Smash

    

The first match to what could become the greatest PPV in ACW history was ready to begin as the fan cheered, the flames burned up on the stage for Apocalypse, and the sound of 'Raise Up' by Saliva blasted through the PA system. Spot lights began to move through the crowd until finally they spot Jay Smash making his way through the crowd with a smile on his face still determined to give it all in his match.

When Jay Smash hit the barricade, a man jumped by with a chair, breaking it across the side of Jay Smash's head! Jay Smash fell of the barricade after getting ready to hop over. The music cut, the lights went back on, and Jay Smash was down outside the ring with a chair next to him. A man took a few footsteps towards Jay Smash, then raised Jay Smash's head off the mat so Jay Smash could see that it was Rook.

Rook threw a hard punch into Jay Smash's face, dropping him back to the mat next to the steel chair used to deliver the Spirit Crusher, busting him open. Rook grabbed Jay Smash by his waist and stood Jay back up to his feet, where he delivered a German suplex sending him back down to the hard mat with a loud thump. Rook continued the beating outside the ring with stomps to the chest and face. Rook grabbed the steel chair once again and swung it up into the air. Before Rook sent the chair back down, Jay Smash turned to his side, protecting the front of his body.

In just a matter of seconds, the chair crashed back down, denting into the back of Jay Smash's arm and shoulder. Rook picked Jay Smash up to his feet by his head and rolled him into the ring. Rook stood outside the ring staring at the fans booing as loud as they can. He tried to stop them, by yelling, but it just made things worse. Rook pulled out a new chair from under the ring and slammed it into the ring post right before he got ready to enter the ring. By the time Rook had turned to the ring to enter, Jay Smash made it back to his feet! Jay Smash ran at the ropes and took a dive at Rook!

Rook swung the chair up and the chair connected with Jay Smash's head as he was in the air! The referee still tried to get both men into the ring to begin the match but Rook did not stop the assault on Jay Smash outside the ring. The first match of the night still had not begun yet, but instead, still on the edge of starting the match as Rook swings punches into the bloody Jay Smash outside the ring, next to the announcer table. Rook rolled Jay Smash onto the announcer table after his fist was covered in blood, and he headed into the ring.

Rook stared at the top turnbuckle with a smile, where he yelled out, "Payback!" Rook climbed to the top turnbuckle and faced the announcer table outside the ring. Rook slowly stood up straight at the top, then leaped off with a body splash! Jay Smash rolled off the announcer table and Rook crashed through, sending pieces of the announcer table all over ringside. The fans at this point are yelling "Holy shit!" over and over in unison, as Jay Smash made his way back to his feet.

Jay Smash rolled under the bottom rope, entering the ring, then stood back up to find the fans cheering for him once again. When Rook began to move outside the ring, Jay Smash waited for him, with his hands on his thighs, almost in a squatting position, licking blood off his lips, and spitting it out to the side. Rook got to his feet with help from the ref to keep him in a standing position, but Jay Smash ran towards the ropes once again and dived over the top ropes with a cross body onto both Rook and the referee! Jay Smash rolled back up and he grabbed Rook by the head. Before he slid Rook into the ring, he slammed Rook's head into the apron, bouncing his head back, almost falling to the floor again. Jay Smash rolled Rook into the ring, and Jay Smash himself slid into the ring where he covered Rook to get the win.

Jay Smash stopped himself from pinning after realizing there was no ref in the ring, and he stood up off the canvas. A new referee headed down the ramp as Jay Smash waited, but Rook once again using his brains, delivered a toehold when Jay Smash least expected it. Jay fell forward at the ropes when the ref tried to enter slamming into the ref. The ref's body fell back hard onto the mat outside the ring and Jay Smash landed with his arms and neck on the second rope, allowing Rook to choke Jay Smash. Rook bend his leg back, then began to choke Jay Smash with his knee, into the second rope, at the same time, Rook also put more weight on his leg by pulling up the top rope.

The first referee made it back in the ring from under the bottom rope and he stopped Rook from choking Jay Smash. Rook turned around, staring down at the referee who yelled at Rook about choking Jay Smash. When Rook turned around, Jay Smash was back on his feet, holding his throat. Rook headed towards Jay Smash like a speeding train, until Jay Smash moved and pulled down the top rope. Rook fell over the top rope and landed back outside the ring. As Jay Smash tried the exit the ring after Rook, the referee grabbed Jay Smash by the arm, stopping him from leaving. Jay Smash pushed the referee away and left the ring after Rook. The referee had no other choice but the start a 10 count.

(1) Jay Smash picked Rook up by the head. Before Jay Smash could do anything, Rook delivered a rake to the eyes. (2) Rook grabbed Jay Smash by the right arm and whipped Jay Smash at the barricade. Jay Smash reversed and slammed Rook into the steel steps. (3) Rook stood back up holding his shoulder, when Jay Smash ran at Rook with a clothesline. Jay Smash missed after Rook ducked. (4) Rook ran at Jay Smash who just turned around for Rook to deliver his Absolute Hatred, sending Jay Smash's head down hard on the mat outside. 

(5) Rook climbed onto the top of the barricade (6) and leaped off with a leg drop landing back down on Jay Smash. (7) Rook picked Jay Smash back up to his feet (8) and stuck Jay Smash on top of his shoulders. With no time at all, Rook went right for the Justifiable Homicide, taking Jay Smash down onto the bottom section of the steel steps! (9) Rook got back to his feet realizing the count was almost up and he rolled under the bottom rope, then back out of the ring before the 10 count was up.

The referee exited the ring this time and tried to stop Rook, but Rook kept pushing the referee away to the side. Jay Smash held onto his back after the Death Valley Driver but he got back to his feet. The referee tried to stop Rook one more time, but when Rook pushed the referee away, Jay Smash ran off the steel steps and delivered a flying clothesline, dropping both men to the mat. Jay Smash stood back up and stomped Rook down a few times, then he rolled him back into the ring. Jay Smash followed by sliding under the bottom rope and standing up above Rook. 

Rook rolled away from Jay Smash and tried to get up next to the turnbuckle, but Jay Smash would not stop moving at Rook. Jay Smash ran at the turnbuckle, until Rook jumped up and pushed himself away from the turnbuckle. Rook though Jay Smash hit the turnbuckle at that time, but instead, Rook's legs landing on top of Jay Smash's shoulders, where Jay Smash set Rook up for a powerbomb. Before Jay Smash could take Rook down, he swung punches into Jay Smash's wounds. Jay Smash tried to keep Rook up but he was falling back, and soon found himself backing up towards the turnbuckle. Rook climbed onto the turnbuckle from his position and turned around at Jay Smash.

When Rook turned to Jay Smash, Jay jumped up onto the turnbuckle with Rook, grabbed him by the head, and both men took a dive off the turnbuckle. Jay Smash delivered the Smash Attack causing Rook to snap back, and land on the canvas with his hands holding his jaw. Jay Smash rolled out onto the ring apron and raised his right hand in the air. The fans stood up as Jay Smash went high into the air, spring boarding himself by the hands, and landing back down on top of Rook with the springboard frog splash! Jay Smash went for the pin!

1...

2...

Rook got his shoulder off the mat, stopping the pin, as the beating continued. Jay Smash stood back up to his feet and got back in his waiting position with his hands on his thighs, staring down at Rook. When Rook got to his knees, Jay Smash pulled Rook up with his arms and dropped Rook through the second rope with a judo flip. Rook landed outside the ring back on his feet, but too weak to stay up. Rook fell back down and crawled around on the pieces of the announcer table still all over ringside, until he had enough strength to re enter the ring and stand up. Jay Smash and Rook were both up but both men did not have much left. 

Jay Smash and Rook locked up; Jay Smash moved to the side, ducked under Rook's arms and locked his arms around Rook's waist. Rook pulled Jay Smash's arms off his waist, then reversed the move. Rook was now locked up behind Jay Smash, and he tried to deliver a German suplex. Jay Smash wrapped his feet around the back of Rook's legs, to keep himself from getting suplexed. Jay Smash rolled forward, sending Rook with him, and landed on the ground with Rook's arms still on Jay Smash's waist; Jay Smash's body also landed on top of Rook. Rook's shoulders hit the ground for a pin.

1....

2....

Rook moved to the side and dropped Jay Smash behind him into a German suplex pinning position.

1...

2....

Jay Smash got his shoulders off the mat and turned around, with his knees holding Rook's arms on the canvas. Jay Smash pulled Rook's legs up to keep Rook down for another pinning predicament.

1....

2....

Rook rolled backwards and got Jay Smash in what looks like the powerbomb pinning position.

1....

2....

Jay Smash slams his legs into Rook's head, then grabs Rook by his own legs, stands back up, getting Rook into a Boston Crab! Rook pulled himself quickly to the ropes, and Jay Smash let the submission move go. Rook and Jay Smash once again got back to their feet as the fans cheered from the huge effort by both men trying to get a win. Rook grabbed Jay Smash by the neck as soon as both men stood back up.

THE DYING ILLUSION!

NO! Rook falls to the canvas without Jay Smash, after Jay Smash held onto the top rope. When Rook stood up, Jay Smash kicked Rook and grabbed him by the arms, locking them behind Rook's back. Jay Smash raised Rook up off the canvas and onto his shoulders.


SMASH LANDING!

The move connects and Jay Smash goes straight for the pin!

1.....

2.....

3!!!!

Jay Smash gets the pin and stands up with another victory. Jay Smash fell to his knees, with his hands up in the air, still sweating, a little bloody from the beginning of the match, but most of all happy as a smile grew on the winners face. 'Raise Up' by Saliva hits and Jay Smash exited the ring and heads through the crowd once again, on his way to the backstage area.

Winner: Jay Smash

Fight Requiem-[Beginning]

“If you're listening. 
Sing it back. 
String from your tether unwinds. 
Up and outward (but only) to bind. 
I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me. 
Are you listening? 
Sing it back. 
So tell me what do I need when the words lose their meaning. 
I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me. 
Yeah, stumble until you crawl. 
Sinking into sweet uncertainty.” 

- Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World 

As a random backstage camera whirred, clicked and then came to life, Alias could be seen striding into The Pontiac Silverdome, confidence in his step and a small tinge of alcohol on his breath. He nodded to the camera man but then motioned for him to turn the camera off… tonight was going to be a long fucking night, he didn’t need something at his shoulder as a distraction. 

The events of the last several weeks flooded through his mind. What right did Scott Perry have breaking into his home? His personal life?... Hell, what right did Winters have to let it happen? To top it all off, one simple match for revenge, possibly Alias’s most important Courage main event in almost five years was maliciously destroyed… thrown to the way side, by another one of Winter’s seemingly signature power strides. Dane Rivers… chair shot. Just one week after Alias had defeated him square in the middle of the ring. Osyrus… chair shot. Now that’s an interesting shared past. Then there’s Perry. 

Scooter Perry. 

Alias grinned to himself as he swept the locker room door open and after a couple of long strides across the smaller, compact room. He plopped himself down on the bench. Scott Perry… for such a physically declining psychopath… was one crafty, and exceedingly lucky bastard. How much longer was that luck going to last however? Hell, could Perry even keep his coveted Television Title without even more outside interference? 

All these questions where very relevant to Alias has he methodically taped his fist, already preparing for the night’s match… but the last question was what seemed to be the most pivotal. 

Would Apocalypse quite literally be the end, or would it be just the beginning of ACW’s most pivotal battle yet? 

ytinaS is Sanity Spelt Backwards, Second Part of

The arena was a little quieter at this side of it, maybe because the area had been cleared as this was his area...the area of one Dante Inferno.

As Inferno sat on one side of a door Ethan Winters stood on the other, silently hoping that possibly the most dangerous man in ACW could get his head together for the long night, and to help Winters with the retaliation that he knew would come from Dunn and Boyd.

Chap.

Chap.

"Err...Dante, are you in there?"

Don't answer it, he only wants something from you, just like everyone else has done in your life. Fight for money, fight for a house, fight for a roof over your head, fight for your life, fight for food.

Leave It.

"Dante, I need your help tonight, with all this stuff going on with Dunn and Boyd I need you to help me. Someone told me that you got another letter or something, that's great, no more letters cuz you said there were only 4. Maybe you can come out and help me for the rest of the night since you don't have a match? C'mon."

He does seem sincere...maybe he does truly need me as a...friend?

As the door opened Winters' face lit up as Dante emerged from the shadows of his dressing room, his eyes squinted as the light's ray's connected with them, and as Winters put his arm on his shoulder, for the first time, he knew that he was truly needed, be it for a good cause or not.

Guess Who's back...



As Apocalypse came back from an advertising commercial, the bigSCREEN came to life for the fans 
as it showed ICU walking around the halls of the Silverdome backstage. The crowd let out a huge, 
happy eruption upon their first sight of the man that was challenging for the World title tonight. 

But the challenger did not look so pleased. 

An evil, stone cold glare was on his face, as thoughts of Osyrus' brutal attack from last week, loomed in his head... Would the valiant warrior seek his revenge tonight by defeating the over-confident world champion, then go two for two at Apocalypse by dismantling the ruthless owner next? 

ICU still wondered around the corridors, watching his back as he turned a sharp corner to the left. Ivan continued to punch his right fist into his other hand with every angry step he took... as road agents cautiously watch him pass their direction; sporting dingy blue jeans, black polo shirt and steel toe boots... Attire for fighting. But once he passed the spectators in the hall, ICU was alone again. Left with the anger and fury burning inside his heart to settle a score once and for all. 

"Osyrus is going to pay... that son of a bitch is going to..." 

ICU stopped right in his tracks. 

The mere screech of one voice, turned ICU's cold and calculating temperament into a more soothing and comforting tone. One person on the face of this earth, had the ability to make ICU forget about the troubles that plagued him deep in his soul. And that person was... 

"Daddy... There you are!" 

ICU's son, Colin had returned to ACW television. 

"Colin, what are you doing wondering the halls by yourself? This place isn't safe for 6 year old kids like you." Ivan rubbed on his son's head, admiring his courage. Colin trying to knock his arm away with his little right hand... As his Osyrus action doll was clinched tightly in his left hand. 

"I wanted to find you, so we could play wrastling together. Come on daddy, let's play." 

Colin kneeled on the dirty area floor, making his little action figure move about as they crowd sighed in a touching manner. 

"That's a nice sentiment son, but you still shouldn't be by yourself..." ICU reaching down as he picked his son off of the cold ground, then cradled him in his arms. Colin still making the little Osyrus figure move on his father's shoulder. 

"But I wasn't by myself daddy... he was walking with me." Colin pointed down the hallway as ICU peered down the hallway fiercely, before setting Colin back on the ground. 

"Who was with you Colin?" ICU kneeling down so he look his son in his eyes. 

"He was..." Holding his Osyrus figure up in his father's face. 

"OSSIE!!!" 

ICU took off like a bullet down the hallway as he growled Osyrus' name into the air, which echoed louder through pathways. Ivan looked down all paths like a man in rage as Colin stared at his father strangely before going back to his joyful playing. 

"Which way did he go Colin... Which way did Osyrus go?" But Colin just shrugged at his father's question, still playing in his imaginary world... ICU frustrated beyond belief. 

"Let's go Colin... let's get out of here." ICU pushing his son forward as the two made their way in the opposite direction Ivan came from. 

"Where are we going daddy?" 

"We're going to get Ice Cream son... Ice cream." 

"Yay!!!!!!!!!!!" Colin yelled out loud. 

As the father and son duo left the hallway scene, a shadowy figure emerged. His smile could be seen as he stepped into the light, slowly stalking his way into focus. He began to chuckle to himself as he kneeled down; picking up his action figure off of the ground, that Colin had so un-characteristically left behind. 

"I can tell I am getting under your skin Ivan... And tonight that will lead to you downfall. A hard, agonizing, and very, very pain full downward spiral to your failure." Osyrus continued to smirk as he tightly squeezed the action figure in his hand... An arm popping off and falling to the ground. 

"Ivan, enjoy your happy times while you still can." Osyrus slipping back into the darkness as the scene faded to black. 

Charlie Loc Vs. Nature

    

BOOM~! A pyrotechnic blew on the entrance way and the arena plunged into darkness as 'I Stand Alone' by Godsmack blasted throughout the arena and the fans quickly jumped to their feet screaming to the top of the lungs. 

Charlie Loc appeared on the entrance way, a calm and focused look crossed over his face as his bluish black hair hung down to his shoulders, dripping wet from water. He slowly made his way down to the ring looking not to be see pleased with all the camera angles that was striking his face from every angle. He stepped up on the apron then slowly stepped through ropes focusing his attention directly at the entrance way awaiting his opponent.

Suddenly the loud music by Godsmack was cut off and silence took over the speakers. Nature walked out to no music which is rare in this time. Fans didn't no how to react to Nature so the arena quite with expression from the fans but there was a lot of talk amongst them.

Nature made his way down to the ring with a sign with a stick as the handle and it read "OBEY THE LAWS OF NATURE" never taking his eye of Charlie. He ref forced Charlie to step back so Nature could get in the arena without him getting a free shot in. Nature reluctantly slid in the ring.

The bell sounded and both men met in the center of the ring. A few words exchanged but the talking soon stopped when Nature slapped Charlie in the mouth but Nature soon received one in return, then both locked up after that. Nature got the momentum pinned Charlie back into the corner of the ring. The ref called for a break but Nature refused to listen and delivered a series of knees into the stomach of Charlie followed by a chokehold which made the ref get in between the two. Nature had a few words for the ref which was his mistake because when he focused back on his opponent he nearly decapitated by on explosive clothesline from Charlie. This sparked a fire under the crowd.

Charlie aggressively stayed on Nature by delivering a big body slam followed by an leg drop cross the throat of Nature. He went for the cover but Nature kicked out with a close two count. Charlie continued to stay aggressive on Nature. He brought him to his feet a threw in before a few punched before sending him into the ropes. Nature bounced off the ropes and ducked Charlie's clothesline, Charlie bounced off the ropes on the opposite side and nailed Nature with a flipping dropkick. Charlie soon followed in with a cover Nature managed to kick out with 2 1/2 count, Nature then retreated to the outside to gather himself. 

The ref tried to give Nature some time by keeping Charlie from going to the outside. Charlie brushed the ref to the side and picked up speed then soared through the air with top rope plancha but did not connect, Nature was clever enough to move out of the way. Nature, not as aggressive as Charlie continued to gather himself before mounting offense. He came to his senses and finally began to be physical with Charlie by delivering a few European uppercuts. Charlie not able to mount any offense because of missing that high risk maneuver was very vulnerable. 

Nature set placed Charlie on the upon with his head under the bottom roe, Nature then climbed the apron a came crashing down across Charlie's throat with a leg drop. Charlie rolled around the ring in pain as Nature stepped up on the apron and the climbed the rope. Charlie somehow ended in the same area Nature was climbing the ropes and collapsed on the ropes which made Nature lose his balance and slip across the steel, which made him grab his crouch area in pain. 

Charlie got up and stumbled over to a defenseless Nature stuck on the top rope. Charlie threw in a few punches to soften Nature up even more. Charlie quickly climbed the top rope with Nature and attempted to deliver a hurricane but to no avail. Nature drilled him with a top rope powerbomb. You could hear the 'Wooooo's' from the crowd as they also felt Charlie's pain.

Nature wasted no time and made the cover. It was almost over but Charlie got his foot on the rope which prevented the three count. Nice call by the ref. Nature frustrated began to deliver a series of stomped into the chest of Charlie then went in for the cover again. It was only a 1 1/2 count. Nature then grabbed Charlie by the head and drugged him to the center of the ring delivered on elbow drop then decided to focus on the legs of Charlie by applying a Texas Clover leaf. Charlie yelled in pain as the ref made sure Charlie wanted to continue.

The fans then started to rally to try to help Charlie endure the pain.

Nature tugged and tugged but somehow Charlie managed to make progress towards the ropes. The fans got louder and louder as Charlie got closer and closer. Second by second Charlie inched closer and closer to the ropes. And after being in the Texas Cloverleaf for about 4 minutes he finally made it to the ropes. The ref then called for Nature to break the hold but Nature wouldn't. After a warning of giving him a DQ, Nature broke the hold. 

Nature appeared to also be tired from applying so much pressure to the legs of Charlie. Nature went for the legs of Charlie again, but Charlie cleverly kicked him between the eyes as soon as he bent down. Nature stumbled back holding his face as Charlie struggled to his feet. He ran over and tried to deliver a standing kick to the face of Nature once again, but Nature managed to grab his foot, Nature thought he had stopped the attempted offense but was wrong as Charlie's right foot came flying behind the head of Nature and nailing him with a Enziguiri. Nature was out flat on his back in the center of the ring. Charlie went for the cover. The ref counted simultaneously with his hands slapping the mat: one, two, but Nature barely kicked out. Both men have refused to let the other get the three count.

Charlie stayed aggressive and stood Nature to his feet and then executed a swinging neckbreaker in the center in the ring. Charlie was setting him up for another high-risk maneuver. Charlie then climbed to tope. He signaled to the crowd and soared through the air with a 450 splash. He came crashing down on Nature and went for the cover. Again Nature refused to let that thee count happen. Charlie looked at the ref in disbelief but there was nothing the ref could down. Charlie continued to stay on the offense, he picked Nature spinned him and locked his arms around his waist and delivered a German suplex into a pin. Nature kicked out at the count of two. 

Charlie didn't let go he went for another one but Nature broke and then pivoted behind Charlie and locked around his waist and then delivered a German Suplex into a pinning combination. Charlie kicked out at the count of two. Nature held on for another one but the same happened to him. He was hit with yet another German Suplex. Charlie held on for the pin and Nature kicked out. Both men laid on the ground trying to catch their breath. The fans stood to their feet showing there appreciation for the series of maneuvers that just happened.

They both got to their feet but Nature got to Charlie quicker and managed to get a kick in the midsection of Charlie then he delivered a Suplex. He held on with the position and stood up then delivered another suplex. He held on yet and went for another, but Charlie got a knee in then pivoted around Nature and tried to go back the German suplex but Nature snuck in a low blow. Nature pulled Charlie behind him across his back to the front of him in an upside down position and Nature then executed a Tombstone Piledriver..

As the fans cheered yet again for the series of maneuvers.

Nature went for the cover, 

One 

Two

Th...

No! 

Another kick out. The fans were now really into this match.

Nature stayed on the offense. He stood Charlie up and he went for a punch but Charlie dropped to his knees and delivered a a low-blow of his own. Nature went stumbling back into the ropes and laid up against it. As Charlie made it to his feet on the opposite side Nature shook of the low blow and came charging in towards Charlie attempting to knock out of the ring but Charlie tripped him up with a drop toe hold. 

Nature came crashing down onto the middle rope throat first damn near decapitating him. Nature laid their on the rope. Charlie seen the opportunity to ad more so he gained momentum and look to crash across the back of Nature neck while on the rope but somehow Nature moved out of the way and Charlie flew through ropes and landed on the back of his head on the outside.

Nature was down and Charlie was too down. The ref counted while Charlie was on the outside.

ONE...

TWO....

THREE...

FOUR...

FIVE...

SIX.

Charlie climbed to his feet and made it up on the apron before the ten count. Nature saw opportunity to bring Charlie in the ring in a physical manner. Before Charlie to step through the ropes Nature delivered a kick to the mid section. He set up for yet another Suplex but this time Charlie didn't budge. Nature tried to lift him again but to no avail. It was Charlie with leverage and lifted Nature in the air over the ropes and they both came crashing down to the floor executing a Suplex to the outside just barely missing the announcers table.

You could hear the 'AWWWWs' and cheers from the crowd.

Both men laid there in pain and the ref started to count. 

One...

TWO...

THREE....

FOUR...

FIVE... 

As the ref counted Charlie was the first to his feet. It looked as if he was going to win this by a count out but Nature fought to his feet before Charlie could make it into the ring. He grabbed Charlie foot and struck him in the back and then climbed up onto the apron. He the put Charlie in the Russian Leg Sweep position.

The crowd stood to their feet.

Nature looked back then soared through the air along with Charlie, sacrificing himself and they both came crashing down on the announcers table back first with televisions monitors falling on both of them too.

'HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT' echoed throughout the arena. 

The ref knew that neither one was going to make it to the ring, because neither one showed any motion at all, so he called for the bell and declared the match A DRAW. Even a few refs ran to ringside to check on them. They both laid the motionless and bloodied. 

The fans cheered as the refs helped them to their feet and guided them down the aisle.

But the fight wasn't over. Charlie broke away from the refs and so did Nature. They met halfway in the middle of the aisle and began to fight again. They fought all the way to the backstage area as the refs tried to break it up.

This feud was far from over...

Winner: Draw

[Apocalypse, Nowish]

Quinton May stood outside his locker-room, wearing just his black jeans and black shoes. 

He had been waiting for quite some time for this day, and now, it was here.

 Important people were going to be watching him take on Dane Rivers in The Octagon. 

Janet. 

Natalie Quinston, despite she having been MIA for quite some time; he was sure she would be watching. 

Bruno. 

Krista. 

God. 

And quite possibly, M15.

Taking a deep breath, Quincy began walking down the hallway, the blood in his veins pumping harder than it ever has. This was it. His shot. His one shot. He was going to take this opportunity. 

It was practically a once in a lifetime deal. He had gotten this way. He had been ALLOWED to get this way, and he wasn't going to screw it. 

"Apocalypse, nowish." It was time.

Confusion before a brusin'

A confident A*Dubbs stepped out of his locker room snickering at the sheet of paper in his hands. He kicked his boots up against the wall and made sure that they were strapped tightly as he made his way down the long and well lit hallway. He swayed his head back and forth and bit the bottom of his lips. "Tah-nights my night, nuckas... Tah-night I become a champion. Tah-night I take the Title home, homes!"

A*Dubbs was feeling good about his match as he rounded the next corner, but the feeling was about to change.

Geo Vacton walked down the very same hallway, but he didn't seem to be on his way to wrestle a match. Moments ago he had received a message concerning Otto. He had to get back to the hotel ASAP. He had a bag over his left shoulder and wore the goggle-like sunglasses that he made popular in 21w. His championship belt dangled over his bag as he kicked the wall lightly. "Man.. Tonight just isn't my night. Otto's sick, don't have a match..." Geo continued to name a small list of complaints as he rounded a corner. The very same corner that A*Dubbs was too rounding.

"Yo homes, watch out!"

"Hey, watch out!"

The two bumped into each other. Vacton looked at A*Dubbs and shrugged, not wanting a conflict. A*Dubbs, on the other hand, wasn't very pleased.

"Yo nucka, what cha doin', huh?"

Vacton titled his head. "Eh?"

"Homes, you be trippin'. An' playa, what up with tha dig? We gotz a match, yo! Playa, it's on in like five and you ain't dressed? Bizitch. What chou up to?" Dubbs shuck his head.

"Excuse me?" Vacton wasn't sure what Dubbs was rambling on about but he caught the word 'match,' 'dressed,' and 'five.' "What're you talking about?"

"Playa, what's wrong wit chou? See 'dis?" Dubbs through the paper at Vacton's chest.

Vacton scanned it over quickly. "There's a match tonight?"

"Chea homes, that's what I's been tryin' tah tells ya! What's wrong wit chou, bizitch?"

"Say.. This match is in like, five minuets!"

"Homes.. You be trippin'."

Vacton narrowed his eyebrows. "I'm.. Not sure what that means... But I better go get ready then!" Vacton rushed off with his title and bag to his locker room.

"Nucka.." Dubbs walked away in the opposite direction.

Play Ball

Jason Kain looked at Dunn and Boyd intently. 

Joe sat next to him with a look of deep concern on his face.

“Well, we’ll grant your request… Joe will be put back on our payroll… but I can’t give you that match. Can’t you see the legal repercussions that could happen in a situation like this?”

Kain stood up, taping still around his ribs and shoulder. He snuffed at them, then turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The camera outside watched as Kain walked away, then turned to see Dante Inferno, who had ventured out of his locker room for the first time since arriving. He looked at the door to Dunn and Boyd’s office, then looked back in the direction where Kain walked off. 

Dante grabbed the door handle and threw the door open.

“Why was he here?” Dante stood, emotionless and glaring.

“He was asking to be put back on the active roster.” Boyd responded quickly.

“Why?” Dante didn’t look like he was too pleased to hear Boyd’s response as his face turned quickly to Dunn for a better answer.

“He wanted a match… with you.” Dunn stood up, obviously trying to show some guts behind his partial ownership in the company. Dante smirked at this brief show of confidence, then grabbed Dunn’s collar and yanked him halfway over the desk.

“What kind of match?”

That Familiar Swagger…



There he was, just walking down a corridor backstage… as if he owned the fucking world in the palm of his massive hand… And in ACW, technically he did. Smile from ear to ear, a cheerful bounce in his step… as the 318 pound man moved through the halls gracefully. 

Why was he so happy? 

Did he brutally jump someone from behind to make him smile the way he did at people? People that he would normally just spit on and push out of his way… 

Whatever it was that he did or was feeling, was a first that anyone ever saw the world champion in such a great mood since arriving at All-Star Championship Wrestling. Osyrus power walked through the halls… grasping the world championship in his left arm tightly; patting people on their heads with his right hand as if they were mangy, stray dogs on the street… Before pushing them out of his way while walking past. 

”What’s wrong with him? No threat on my life tonight?” A voice from one of the stage hands murmuring under his breath as Osyrus looked back, then continued on forward, still smiling. 

Tonight must be Osyrus’ night; or at least in his own mind, he probably was thinking to himself. It just seemed that no one could bring him down to their level… Where the champ imagined he would never be compared to the other ACW talent. High above everyone else’s ability level… Head and shoulders above the rest. 

Who could deny the man’s ability? First man to ever be handed the world heavyweight championship in ACW… The man that single handily ended the professional career of ACW’s esteemed legend, SilverHawk and tonight was going to defend his championship against a man that had been a thorn in his side… Stealing all the glory away that should have been rightfully his, ICU. 

Just thinking about ICU, made Osyrus’ smile go away for a quick second, before being replaced by a sly smirk that ACW fans knew all too well. It was the same smirk that people saw after Osyrus did some of his most heinous actions in the federation’s existence… 

Like the time when Osyrus cracked Arcayin in the back of his skull with a lead pipe, then covered him for the one, two and three to win his first professional world championship. 

Boy, that was a day where Osyrus’ popularity sky rocketed through the ground… and straight to hell on that night. 

What about the time when ICU was arguing with his son Colin, and Osyrus happened to walk by and called Ivan a child abuser with his famous quote… “Are you beating him again?” A quote that was very classic and cruel at the same time, that the man still laughs about. 

But the moment that was best overall, was when the personification of talent pushed his former nemesis Silver Hawk off of the third cage and straight into the hard canvas, in their epic stair way to hell match… which may or may not have been the real factor Silver Hawk retired from wrestling. But Osyrus was still the one to retire him, so it didn’t matter either way. 

Now, the smile was back on Osyrus’ face. 
The world champ turned a corner, as he was watching his own back… 

BUMP~ 

”Watch out asshole…” Osyrus slowly turning his head in front of him. 

”You watch out… You big nucka!” 

Enter A*Dubbs 

Osyrus looked down at his team Winters ally, as Dubbs brushed some dirt off of his shirt. Before circling the champ. 

”Just cuz you da champ, don’t mean you have the right of way… And why are you smiling for?” A*Dubbs stopping in the middle of the hallway, while Osyrus adjusted the title on his shoulder. 

”Being the champ means I can do whatever the hell I want… and when you get to my level, then you can ask the questions.” A*Dubbs returned the favor to Osyrus with a smirk of his own as O moved closer. 

”You know dubbie, when you get a world strap around your shoulder or waist… It means that you’re the man. A man that can do what ever he pleases, whenever he pleases. Don’t believe me… Ask Winters. He understands first hand. You have to keep your champion, excuse me, ‘World Champ’ happy at all costs. If I don’t want to wrestle… I don’t wrestle. If I want more money… I get the whole bank thrown at me. And if there is something I need, he can provide it for me. You see dubbie…” 

A*Dubbs give Osyrus a pissed off look for calling him ‘dubbie’, but O just laughs as he continues. 

”You see dubbie, nowadays there are a lot of world champions out there that I see that don’t respect the title that is around their waist. They become champion, just so they can get recognition from another place. They don’t care about the title… Just the fame that comes with it. For example, I see guys from feds like WWF, ECW, WCW, IOW, the Asylum, PIW and list goes on and on… They win the title, just to have their name in lights, just to get more money from the fed they sell out to. 

Guys like… 

Tazz 

Mike Awesome 

Paul Wight 

Hulk Hogan 

Bret Hart 

Voran Xies 

And like I said before, the list goes on and on with all these sell outs.” Osyrus now standing in front of A*Dubbs as he pats him on the shoulder. 

”Do you understand what I am talking about Allen? You see, I carried ACW through all it’s hard times. When the fed first opened with a very pitiful roster… to now when ACW can’t even get decent ratings if I am not featured on the show. All that dedication made me loyal to ACW… the ACW World Championship that is. It will be my shoulders that will carry this title and ACW into the future… and no matter who holds that belt, it will still be mine. Because whether anyone likes it or not… I will either be the person that elevates ACW to the next level, or I will be the one that crumbles it from within.” 

A*Dubbs stood quietly for a second in deep thought, before picking his head up quickly. 

”So you think that you will always be the man around here? Not if I get my shot at ya. isn’t that right nucka? And if you ain’t the man… you gonna walk out with the title like that Kellen Kinkade cat right? 

“Hey…” Osyrus raising his hand, trying to cut of A*Dubbs from speaking another word. 

”Don’t talk about Kinkade… the guy’s a winner in my book. All you need to do dubbie is focus on your match tonight, and bring the US title back to Team Winters where it rightfully belongs. Don’t look ahead to the future, when the present is staring you dead in the face.” 

A*Dubbs agreed as he walked off in the opposite direction. Osyrus stood there in the hall by himself as his smirk re-appeared. After the conversation that just went down, could Osyrus’ words be true? Could he indeed be the one that could bring ACW to it’s downfall… 

Only time would tell.

Octagon Match
Dane Rivers Vs. Quinton May

    

He liked this feeling. 

This feeling of control. 

He had control, and he intended to keep it. His alliance with Winters, A*Dubbs, Perry, and Osyrus could only be for the better, or so he hoped. Winters had total control, and to be on his side was a plus, just as long as he could keep it. 

They said this was where you made history. Dane smiled at the thought. Sitting on a table just walking distance from the entrance into the ring. His eyes were closed as he sat back and thought about everything that had happened to him in his life, preferably the time he had spent in ACW. Quinton May’s theme music played softly over the Public Announce System, the man on of the mind games, as Dane liked to think. His daydream was interupted by Ethan Winters. 

"Dane, they need you out there." He opened his eyes, and nodded his head. He hopped off the table and walked the cement floor to the ring, to his destiny. Winters voice stopped him, "Dane. Destroy him. Good luck." Rivers looked back, and nodded again; he didn’t talk, once he was in his zone. He reached the gorilla position and peeked out through the curtain, seeing the steel contraption he had seen so many times before. His den, the Octagon.

Quinton May was already in the cage, smiling. Dane had to give it to him, he had heart.. but Dane planned to end that. This was his time to prove to everyone he was worth everything Winters did to get him here. "Tear Away" began to play over the PA; Dane’s theme music he had chosen, and if you listened to the lyrics, you’d understand why.

…I Don’t Care About Anyone…

…I Don’t Care About Anyone Else But Me…

…I Don’t Care About Anyone…

…I Don’t Care About Anyone Else But Me…

And Dane meant that. He walked slowly down the ramp, never taking his eyes off Quinton, the sly son of a bitch. The referee, stationed outside the cage, unlocked the door and let Dane enter, and he and Quinton took separate sides, the playing over, the game had begun. 

The moment Quinton was afraid of, possibly? It was no secret that he enjoyed the mind games or as some put it, cheap tricks, but Quinton seemed afraid to embrace The Octagon. It reminded him of his not-so recent past. One that saw him in an environment he never imagined. One that was more brutal than possibly Hell itself. The rules were simple there; fight to live. Literally.

Quinton survived when he shouldn't have. And now, it was the same thing. Most were expecting Dane to annihilate him.

But on this day, Quinton May seemed to show no fear. It was as if he had planned for this. As a way to.. learn.

The bell sounded and Dane began to walk over, as Quinton did. The met in the center, both former fighters, both knew what they wanted the outcome to be.

"I’ve been ready for this," Dane said, grinning. Quinton smiled, "Me too."

And with that, May threw the first fist, rattling Dane, as it was unexpected. Rivers stepped back, but did not fall, and caught the arm of May’s next punch. Wrapping his fist around May’s neck, Dane slammed Quincy's head into the cage.

He was going to use that whenever he could. 

May’s head turned red, but no laceration was created. Dane sized Quinton up, slamming his forearm into the lower back, as the small man went down to the canvas, trying to catch his breath after Dane’s blow. He wouldn’t be given the chance. Dane picked him up, wrapping his hand around his neck again. He picked him up for a choke slam that he liked to call The Wall, but didn’t slam Quinton to the ground; he threw him into the cage, leaving an imprint on his back.

Dane looked around, making sure he had the attention of everyone. He had other things to tend to later tonight and he wanted to make short work of Quinton. But Quinton had seen Dane’s mistake, and all he needed was a second to low blow Dane, giving him the advantage. You know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall, as Rivers toppled over.

May would’ve went for a pin, but there are no pins in the Octagon, only knock outs…which gave Dane an ever greater advantage. Quinton knew that, and lived that.. but to be honest, he was never really trained for this. Quinton got up quickly; being a former fighter and lighter in mass, he knew he was much quicker than Dane, and began to work on his lower body. Mainly, his ankle. He latched onto it, getting an automatic rise out of Rivers, twisting the bone sideways, applying pressure. 

The veins in Dane’s neck began to pop out, as he reached for the cage, using a fighting technique he had learned from Raitt years ago. He pulled himself up the cage, forcing Quinton to let his ankle go, but slammed his knee into the steel cage, as Dane slid down, grasping at it. He slowly made his way to his feet, surprised Quinton was not attacking, but May was waiting for his chance. Dane turned around, and with a missile dropkick, he was blasted up on the cage. 

It took the breath out of him, and in a regular ring, he wouldn’t went over, but the cage supported him, and he took advantage of Quinton on the ground. Dane grabbed his legs, putting him in a Boston Crab; The Shining Light. Dane applied all 277 pounds of his body onto the back and legs of Quinton, as the young man began to raise his hand. Dane smiled, he had Quinton where he wanted him. No way he could escape. 

Quinton May felt his body getting weak, as he began to hope for a miracle. He didn't want it to end this early.. not like this.

The lights flickered, then went out completely. "Fuck, not again!" Dane yelled, before falling backward, as it was obvious Quinton had somehow got out his grasp. Dane made it to his feet, trying to find Quinton in the darkness. The lights came back on, and the ring was empty. He looked up, and on the barrier above was May, jumping onto him with a Corkscrew Moonsault. Dane was too dazed to move, as May landed on him with all his weight. This time, Dane stayed down, or so Quinton thought. 

He thought this was his chance to build up some momentum before delivering the knockout blow. His experience in M15 should have told him one thing; in fighting, there is no thinking.

Dane shot right back up, but May was ready, giving him a high leg clothesline. Dane was too pumped with adrenaline to move. He didn't flinch. As Quinton attempted it, Dane caught him by the waist, throwing him on his shoulder. And seconds later.. The Third Degree was them administered.

Dane didn’t stop there. It was obvious May was on the verge of becoming unconscious but Dane wanted blood. He was humiliated last week. Tricked. Outwitted. But now, Dane was showing that in The Octagon, it was all about power. He picked May up and drove his head into the cage, as he had done earlier. A small cut then opened, as Dane rubbed his taped elbows into it, widening the gash.

May felt the urge of energy Dane just had... he knew he couldn’t go down like this. He went back to the move that worked for him earlier, a low blow to Dane. He went for the Double Underhook Piledriver that he liked to call the Hideaway. Wrapping Dane’s arms up, he tried to pull the massive man up, but he couldn’t he just couldn’t. As hard as he tried, Quinton couldn't muster enough energy to life Rivers. Dane felt the sense of urgency May was having, and raised up, flipping May over. 

Quinton got up quickly, purely out of instinct. He knew that Dane was tiring as well. It was now or never.

Dane got up, and his eyes penetrated Quincy's. Rivers could feel that his chance at putting May out of commission was now.. he had to grab it. Or else, it could possibly gift Quincy the victory.

Both men charged at each other, and Dane tried to knock Quincy down with a clothesline. The latter ducked, and drove his elbow into Dane's side, before connecting with a vicious sidekick to his spine. Dane winced in agony, stumbling forward.. allowing May to take one step back, before charging at Dane again. This time, a dropkick to the back of Rivers' head was what he had in mind.. and it paid off, as Dane collided face-first into the cage. Staggering around, Dane saw Quincy pull himself up.. and wondered just how much heart he had.

Quinton couldn't be bothered with Dane was thinking, proving it by begin to fire a barrage of punches at Dane's body. With every punch, Dane could feel victory slipping away. But as Quinton paused and took a few steps back, readying for that knock-out blow.. Rivers remembered just what Quinton did last week.

Dane managed to block May's punch, before scoring with a tremendous uppercut.

Somehow, Quinton shook it off.. but that was all Dane needed. May charged at his larger opponent but walked right into the sleeper hold Dane liked to call Beyond These Walls. The minutes went by, the blood rushing to May’s head. 

1 Minute.

2 Minutes.

3 Minutes.

May’s eyes closed, as Dane let him drop. He knew it was over, as he walked over to the lifeless body, lifting his arm once. It dropped. He raised it for a second time, it dropped. He lifted it for the 3rd time, and the arm dropped, Quinton May was unconscious, but he had earned the respect of everyone, and more importantly, Dane. 

It was over. Dane Rivers had won the war, albeit just barely.

The cage was unlocked, as Dane looked back to Quinton. He walked to the black curtain, as a few security workers rushed out to help Quinton. The black curtain closed, as Dane looked back one last time. He uttered a few words he had not said in a longtime.

"Forgive me, I know not what I do."

In the Octagon itself, Quinton's eyes opened as Dane Rivers was announced as the winner. Surprisingly, May smiled.

"T-That was great."

Winner: Dane Rivers

And Then, They Entered

It was a blowy night in Detroit, but it was indeed a night were the tables were going to be turned, and for the better.

Dunn and Boyd were never ones to be late for a show, but since their demotion, it was no longer their show. Their inner feelings told them that they should have been there from the very start, helping whomever needed them, but something in Dunn and Boyd's mind wanted to see just how Winters would be able to cope with...everything.

It seemed that he wasn't coping too well.

"Is that..."

"Yeah, it's my feckin' beeper again."

Dunn searched his pocket for what could have been the fifth time tonight, as he scrolled down the message, it was Ethan Winters.

"Boyd, it says "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS?", he sacks us and then wants us at the show, guys an ass."

Boyd chuckled as he helped Dunn with the door as they entered a busy arena which had just seen the first Octagon Match in ACW, with his victor, one of the members of the illustrious Winters INC.

"I guess we should go and see Winters then?"

Dunn frowned at Boyd's suggestion, as he was passed a sheet of paper from a man whom was wearing huge headphones and speaking into a walkie-talkie.

"If Winters wants us, he can find us, hell, he did fire us remember?"

Dunn took his beeper from his pocket, and entered a message into it, a small smile appearing on his face as he put it back into his pocket.

"What have you done?"

"Don't worry..."

They've Entered? Get Them To Me!

Winters checked his pocket as it vibrated, he pulled out his beeper and drew down his glasses so he could read the dark LCD screen.

"WE'RE HERE FUCKER, WHAT NOW? From Dunn."

As the door opened, John ducked what seemed to be a flying beeper that traveled through the air at the speed of light..

"Boss, what is going on?"

"Dunn and Boyd think that they can play me around!

HELL NO

They think that i need them?

HELL NO

John, get ready to help me run the show from now on..."

"OK...sir."

John exited the room as his head dropped upon his new promotion.

"I don't get paid for this shit..."

ACW United States Championship
Geo Vacton(c) vs. A*Dubbs

    

"It's My Party" ran through the P.A as the crowd showed their appreciation for A*Dubbs in a chorus of jeers. It was impossible to ignore the commotion the fans were making, but A*Dubbs achieved it. And besides, the fans weren't on his mind. The US gold on the other hand, was another story. 

Allen entered the ring ready for the inevitable, as the loud sounds of American rock band AC/DC's "TNT" replaced the smooth rap lyrics of Fabolous. Geo Vacton walked calmly to the ring, with nothing to gain, and a lot to lose. He looked at the fans cheering him on, and then looked towards his opponent as he stepped into the ring ready for battle about to take place. 

The bell rang, and the battle was on. Allen ran towards Geo trying to convert speed into an offensive attack, but it was quickly avoided by the quickness of Vacton. As he side-stepped, he then took an elbow to the back of A*Dubbs. Geo looked on, shaking his head. 

"What did you get yourself into kid?" He asked A*Dubbs. 

Taking Allen by the head, he kicked A*Dubbs in the abdomen, following up with a strong DDT. Geo would then take Allen back up trying for a Tiger Suplex, but he took his time before doing so. 

First, Geo would have to get a couple cheers edging him on. After getting such, he picked A*Dubbs up by the shoulders, and then put him right back down to the ground with the suplex. 

With a slowly awakening A*Dubbs on the horizon, Geo Vacton jumped to the top rope ready to execute something of the high-risk nature. The thoughts entered his mind, 'Drop-kick, Tornado DDT?' The possibilities were endless. 

As Geo made his leap, he had made up his mind. He leaped in position to try and catch Allen by the head and take him down for a Tornado DDT, but his calculations were not exactly correct. 

He had underestimated Allen's state of mind. And he was keyed in on the info when he felt a hard blow to the chin, the result of Allen's left foot, the other going into Geo's chest. He had hit the floor with his back before he even could with his feet. 

The fans cheered immensely, despite who executed the great move. 

Allen rose to his feet, and picked Geo up with him. Sending him into the upper right ring-post, A*Dubbs then picked Geo up, resting Geo's feet on the second turnbuckle, and his rear-end on the top. And after taking Geo one more level, Allen then began to set up for a top rope DDT, taking one more step and making it hybrid, a move A*Dubbs deemed 'Immaculate'. As he tried to bring Geo down though, he noticed resistance. 

Geo was back up and atom, and desperately punching Allen's right side. 

"Not today...NUCKA!!!" Allen cried, as he lifted Geo off his feet into a Superplex off of the top turnbuckle. Geo was out, and Allen was still down as the fans applauded the high-risk maneuver. 

As they both were down after such impact, Allen began to motion for an upright position. He climbed to his feet, before making a diamond with his fingers. The fans had never seen this motion from the rookie, but they had seen it somewhere else. 

It was the signal for the Diamond Cutter, a move that was taught to Allen while he was being brought up. He had mastered the move, and he liked it so much he deemed it 'Tha Electrifyer'. 

He waited in a set up position, as Geo rose to his feet, sweating, and dazed. Allen grabbed the head of Geoff Vacton, but was pushed away into the ropes. Allen ran, and came back with a blind roundhouse punch, but could not connect, instead, he was met with a stiff kick to the jaw, courtesy of Geo's right foot. Geo had completed a superkick, the impact so loud Hellen Keller could hear it. 

As he went for the pin the ref counted. 


1...





2...


NO!

It was the longest count Geo had ever witnessed. The referee was not biased (give Allen some credit), but Geo was expecting that move to end it all. Instead, he showed his grief in a timid expression, before picking Allen's head up. 

Before Geo could pull some offense off, Allen pushed the hand resting on his head aside, and jumped in the air above, completing a dropkick almost no one else in the business could have the pleasure of saying they could. Geo fell back to the ground, flipping over off the impact. 

Allen signaled to the fans, not with his hands, but with a simple phrase. 

"IT'S OVER MAFUCKAS!!!!" 

He jumped to the top rope using his quick agility, and taunted the fans. Geo laid there motionless, his eyes closed. 

Geo thought to himself. 

'I...' He didn't think, he was laid out.

Allen jumped, and Geo came back to life. Putting his knees up, Allen could not help but come down into them. Allen bounced up and back to his feet, with all wind out of his body, and Geo quickly got to his feet as well. But before Allen could regain any strength, a kick to the gut helped him to relinquish all hopes of gaining a breath in the 5 seconds he would need to put Vacton back down on the mat. 

Before Allen could react to the kick, Geo was looking to cap it off. 

With a swift move of his arms and body, Geo completed the Geocide, to the fans pleasure. 

He gladly went down for the pin as the ref counted. 


1...




2...




3!

Geo rose to his feet, perspiration running through his body. The match had ended, and victory was in his corner. 

Winner: Geo Vacton

The Demon Within

One man sat alone in his locker room, not another soul was in sight. If anything could describe the scene, if any one word could describe the picture it would be “desolation”.

The man sat square in the middle of the room on a Black Steel Chair. Sweat dripped off of his body and ran across his cuts and bruises, illuminating his tanned figure against the white bricked wall.

For some reason, ever since the Asian Superstar had made his way into All-Star Championship Wrestling, he’d been getting the raw deal. Perhaps it was a mere coincidence, or perhaps it was just fate,

Both way Charlie Loc seemed to have been screwed around yet again, and who would’ve guessed that it had been the doing of Nature once more?

Over the past two weeks since his debut in the federation, he had come up against the Nature loving Superstar on a number of occasions. His confrontation several minutes earlier was expected to be his last, the battle to end the war….

But once again he had been screwed around. Words couldn’t describe what was rushing through his head, pictures couldn’t show what he was thinking… but one thing was for sure, everything that was flying through his brain had to do with vengeance.

His deep breathing was almost hypnotic as his sat on the chair with his head hung low; the match he had fought seemed to have taken its toll.

All of a sudden he bolted upright and kicked the chair away, roaring and sending it crashing into the wall, “Why must he push me?!”

Demons began to fly through his head and add fuel to the flames that were licking behind his eyes. He stood up in the center of the room, muscles tensed like a man possessed.

Nothing could be said to calm him down, there was no cure for the sickness that was plaguing his mind. Demons cannot be driven away by just anyone, they have to be fought and defeated by the person they haunt.

He roared yet again and grabbed at his long bluish-black hair, “I don’t want to return to my old ways!” 

The past has the tendency to haunt a lot of people, it has the tendency to make or break a spirit, Charlie was having conflicts with his past. He had moved to All-Star Championship Wrestling to clear his name and start fresh… one man was forcing him to return to his old ways, one man was causing the fire to burn within his soul once more.

They say “Once a Rascal… Always a Rascal”, he had defeated that saying when he had moved to ACW but it seemed that his time of being a “Good Samaritan” was up. 

No longer could he resist the temptation to stop and break someone’s face for looking at him the wrong way. No longer could he resist attacking someone from behind, and no longer could he resist being good.

It is what every man fears, becoming something they disliked… reliving their past. Charlie suddenly fell to the floor beneath him with a thud as he landed on his knees and leant back… all of a sudden letting go of his hair.

His breathing was hard and fast, rasping with every inhale and growling with every exhale. There was no other way to describe what he was going through other than a stage of possession.

Suddenly his breathing stopped and he began to mumble to himself in Vietnamese. Had he finally defeated the demons that ran amuck in his mind?

“I can’t take this anymore….” Moments later he raised his head, his hair covering his face and disguising his expression.

Finally his breathing returned to normal as he leant back and shook his head, his hair sending beads of sweat flying around the room and slapping against the wall; dripping down they stained the carpet below.

Everything that had been going on and around the Vietnamese Superstar was taking its toll but Charlie had finally defeated his demons. The rage that burnt inside him had finally subsided as he managed to push Nature out of his head.

All of a sudden the silence and peacefulness was broken; he leant back on his knees and began to chuckle. His chuckle was psychotic and sadistic as his hair flung back and out of his face, revealing a sinister smile and an evil glint in his eye.

Still chuckling Charlie raised his right hand in front of his face and twisted his palm up into the air, watching it with amazement. “I will crush him….”

“Like an ant!” SLAP!! Clenching his hand and turning into a fist he began to laugh once more before intently looking at his fist.

The glint in his eye said it all, the demons that resided behind his eyes and in the depths of his mind hadn’t been defeated… they hadn’t been surrendered too… they had just been truce with.

Only the gods would’ve been able to tell what was running through his mind. Finally he had succumbed and turned back to his Rascal ways, something that he had kept control of ever since he stepped foot back inside the ring.

His laugh began to echo in the small locker room as he sat on the floor laughing to himself. Perhaps this turn was for the best, or maybe it was for the worse. Either way Nature was sure to be on the receiving end of things,

Not one to leave without a final comment Charlie smiled and his voice sounded like pure evil, “You’ve pushed me too far… now you’re going pay!”

How could one man be pushed to the brink in such a short time? Does this mean that All-Start Championship Wrestling is in for a shock? Or does this mean that things are about to heat up in the federation?

They say “If You Can’t Stand The Heat… Get Out Of The Kitchen”, if only Nature had known the phrase and demolished Charlie when he’d had the chance, because if Loc had returned to his old ways… Nature was going to pay,

And if his revenge was anything how it was in his past, then the price was going to be hefty. Oh, It Looks Like Nature Was Going To Pay…. 

It's My Time

You know, I have waited for this moment in ACW. After Revenge closed last year, I thought 
I would never get a chance like this to display my skills on this level of competition. Tonight I finally get my first shot at a world title... And I won't let this opportunity go to waste. 

Who better to take the World title from, than that piece of garbage... the man that thinks the world constantly revolves around him...Osyrus. You know Osyrus, you really disappoint me. We used to be friends, good friends... when it came to issues outside of ACW. But you betrayed me, when I needed you most. 

How the fuck could you do that man? How could you turn you back on the guy that helped you out when you need a shoulder to lean on? What in the hell is running through your mind to destroy the trust we once had. You make me fucking sick man... Not mention bringing my kid into the mix. That was low Omar... even for you. 

You know my kid likes you... You know that you're his favorite wrestler.. but that will change tonight. Tonight he will forget about the name Osyrus after I take you out of wrestling... once and for all. 

"To Slowly Kill a Legend..." Do you remember when you coined that catchphrase Osyrus? 

Now, I got a phrase for you... 

"To kill a fucking nobody, The world won't even care...see you in the ring Osyrus.

Survive me you can..." 

..Honkey

Geo Vacton slid his title into his bag as he prepared to go back to the hotel room to see what was wrong with Otto. He was still presperating from his match with A*Dubbs where he had successfully defended his US Title. Suddenly there was a light knock on his open door.

"Just come in..."

That probably wasn't very smart, especially with all that's going on with ACW at the time, but Vacton just wanted to get out of the arena.

"Sup, nucka."

Vacton jumped around recognizing the voice being of A*Dubbs.

"Hey, what're you doing in here?"

Dubbs grinned. "Dawg.. Ya's knows that ref was fixed.. This whole shimmy is fixed. Ya's got the ref to make 'dat fast count.. I knows ya did."

Vacton scrunched up his eyebrows. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything to make a referee make a fast count..."

"Homes, don't even be trippin'. I want anotha match, yo. 'Cos this ain't ova!"

Geo stretched out his neck. "Hey, I'm not tripping over anything but your excessive use of eubonics! Maybe we can communicate in Spanish? Because English really isn't working for you..."

"Yo homes! Wuz up wit 'dat? I'mz from 'da ghetto!"

"Yes, yes.. I know. You're a thug, and hey, I'm Okay with that. All I ask though is that you talk in a form of English that I and everyone else can understand."

A*Dubbs was offended. "Homes.. It'z on." Dubbs stormed out of the room.

Vacton shuck his head as he lifted his bag on to his shoulder. "Goddamn honkey.."

ACW Television Championship
Scott Perry (c) vs. Alias

    

As Alias stood behind the curtain he thought about the weeks gone by, about last week’s invasion of privacy.

Scott Perry’s frame of mind as of late has been completely odd, but last weeks behavior toward Alias took the biscuit. Alias was mad, his expression showed this. He gritted his teeth, clenched his sweaty hands, balling them in to solid fists of fury. And then it hit…

'Not Over' by The Full Nine

Alias’s theme music blurred across the arena, bouncing from wall to wall. His glazed stare was broken and the fire in his eyes grew as he paced through the black curtain out on to the ramp. Stop. He looked out at the fans who all stood in admiration as one of their favourite superstars appeared. Their cheers continued as he descended the ramp at breakneck walking speed. He slid under the bottom rope and walked around, lapping the ring, un-nerved for some reason.

Slowly his music faded out and he sat in his corner tapping his foot on the mat.

---

Over the past weeks Scott Perry’s mental and physical health has become a top issue at ACW. Anybody who says they haven’t noticed a decline in his physical and mental state would by lying. But tonight he felt good, he felt as if he was one-hundred percent, but, as he reached the curtain he changed his mind. His spine, his face, his arms and his legs began to ache, his knees buckled. Scott felt like crap again, he groaned as he felt the weight of the television title belt on his shoulder. He heard the fans quieten down and he knew that in a matter of moments he would be out there, pretending not to be in pain…

I
I stand
Not Crawling
Not falling down

-MudVayne’s “Not Falling” boomed out of the P.A. System.

Vancouver, Canada booed and hissed as Scott Perry dragged his limp, aching body out on to the stage, wearing a false smile he waved at the fans. He thought they cheered his entrances, but they did no such thing. The fans hated Scott Perry.

Scott walked down the ramp slowly, he was already out of breath, and his body already ached like it would do after a match was completed, but the match was yet to begin, and what a match it would be…

Scott placed his title belt down on the apron and pushed his knee up to join the side of the ACW Television title belt. As Scott stood up across ran Alias hammering Scott with an elbow to the side of the head. Scott flew off of the apron and in to the fan barricade face first. He collapsed to his knees, holding his face whilst Alias got out of the ring with a hand plant down to the apron and a bounce over the ropes. 

Alias landed on his feet and head over to Scott Perry, dragging him to his feet by his tattered hair. Alias scooped Scott Perry up and slammed his face down in to the fan barricade. The bell not having sounded, all of this was legal. Scott Perry fell to the floor; blood came from his nose. Could this early blood loss affect his match performance even more?

Alias picked Scott back up and rolled him in to the ring. As Alias slid in behind him the bell sounded. Alias jumped to his feet and gave a swift boot to the wide open ribs of the crawling Scott Perry. Scott rolled over, landing on his back. A pin!

1…

2…

Scott got his shoulder off the mat. A close call so early on was an ominous sign indeed. No doubt the Winters inc. camp held their collective breath at that moment in time.

Alias got to his feet and slowly leaned against the rope, falling forward with an elbow drop, Scott rolled over on to his stomach, avoiding the elbow drop. He began to get to his knees but as he lifted his head was met with a drop kick to the back of the head. Alias rolled Scott Perry over and covered him, hooking his leg.

1…

2…

Perry lifted his finger and poked Alias in the eye to break the pin, Alias rolled around grasping at his eyeball, and this gave the chance for Scott to get to his feet. He used the ropes to get to his feet, his knees felt like jelly, yet he felt obliged to run against the ropes and hit a high flying maneuver. Perry ran in to a roll, getting back to his feet and flipping over on top of Alias.

ROLLING THUNDER! 

What an amazing move for someone so physically malnourished to pull off. Perry’s limp body lay across Alias and the referee instigated the pin.

1…

2…

No. 

Alias hooked his legs around one of Scott’s arms and his arms around the other free arm of Scott, he pulled him over in to a crucifix pin.

1…

2…

The referee stopped, he was distracted by something. Alias knelt up and turned his head to see what that ‘something’ was, that ‘something’ was. That something was Ethan Winters. Why was he here? What did he want? The referee was yelling at him to go backstage, Ethan go up on the apron, arguing with the referee. Alias got to his feet and began yelling at Ethan also, but it was no good, Ethan simply would not leave the ringside area. Moments passed by before a heavy thud was heard. A massive forearm struck the back of the referees head and down he fell, out of the ring through the middle rope. Alias turned around but was also hammered by the massive arm. Alias stumbled back in the corner and it became apparent that the man doing this was not Scott Perry. It was none other than…

Osyrus, ACW World Heavyweight champion.

He charged at Alias and hit a big splash. Alias stumbled out of the corner and Osyrus lifted him on to his shoulders.

1-8-7!

Alias crumpled and fell to the floor completely limp.

Osyrus got to his feet and towered over the downed Alias and spat on his face. Alias didn’t respond. Ethan signaled for Osyrus to leave, and the two left the ring and scampered up the ramp.

Scott Perry sat on the top rope, his feet on the middle rope; he was sucking his thumb until this moment. Osyrus and Ethan Winters had left now and Scott climbs all the way to the top rope, he looks down and a spell of dizziness overcame him. He slipped in to the side splits and flipped backwards, flying through the air in what turned out to be a form of shooting star press

“The split shooting star press”, a new move was born. He landed on top of Alias, Alias’s body did not respond to the massive blow. The fans were amazed, yet still booed the Winters inc. member.

Moments passed by, the referee shook his head on the outside of the ring as he got to his feet. He looked around and regained his senses before sliding in the ring. He slapped the mat slowly.

1…

…

2…

…

Thhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………………!!!!!!!

Winner And Still TV Champion: Scott Perry

Surprise Part 2

'Raise Up' by Saliva plays for it's second time of the night as Jay Smash makes his way down the ramp wearing a pair of blue denim jeans, a red shirt which says "I like it hardcore". He enters the ring, all cleaned up with a red carpet on the canvas, as Jay Smash rubs the bandage that is on his head after the match with Rook. Jay Smash grabs a mic, and begins to speak with a smile, when he is interrupted by Winters, making his way down to the ring. 

When Winter's enters, he grabs his own mic and struts over to Jay Smash. Three balloons are seen on each corner of the ring, and a desk is in the middle. When Jay Smash stares down with a smile at Winters, he finds that Winters is holding a clipboard and a pen. Winters raises the mic to his mouth and begins to speak.

"I've been in this game for many years, and when I think about it, I have never given a Birthday surprise like this ever before. Jay Smash, you are tough, and your wrestling has definitely improved big time since I saw you in the ring for the first time. You are hardcore. You are the new disease. You are an ACW superstar. And as much as I am proud to say that, I would like to say something else. Haaaaapppyyyy Birrrrthday tooooo yooouuuuuu."

Ethan Winters begins to sing Happy Birthday to Jay Smash, as the fans pick up and begin to sing as well. But while Winters is singing, a large man attacks Jay Smash from behind, cracking a chair into his back. Jay Smash hits the ground and lands on his knees while Winters finishes singing. When Winters is done, he moves closer to Jay Smash who is still on his knees, and now, with the large man holding Jay Smash's arms back.

"You know what this is in my hand Jay Smash? This is a contract. You know what is on that desk over there Jay Smash? Your contract! Now, I am going to say this very simple. Jay Smash, remember who killed your father 27 years ago? His name, was Cobris Grayson. General Cobris Theodore Grayson. You know who that man is that is holding you back right now? The very man that killed your father standing before you, alive and well. And this contract, it's.... for.... HIM!"

Cobris Grayson raises Jay Smash off the canvas and delivers a tiger suplex, dropping Jay Smash back hard onto the canvas, keeping him down as Cobris grabs the contract and a pen, and signs on the dotted line. Cobris grabs the mic that Jay Smash was holding earlier and begins to speak.

"Things are gonna change around here for you Jay Smash, and I guess if I'm gonna make sure Jay Smash is no more, we can save the trouble with waiting, and say that Jay Smash's contract is no more!"

Cobris grabs Jay Smash's contract off the desk and slowly tears it in half with a sick and demented smile on his face. I'm So Ugly by 40 Below Summer blasts through the PA system as Cobris stands in the ring staring down at Jay Smash. Winters leaves the ring and heads back up the ramp, then Cobris follows as he heads up the ramp and to the backstage area.

Ratings Booster

Dante stood on the roof, smiling a little, as the ring technicians got to work on erecting a large cage. Winters stood next to him holding a microphone for the crowd to hear.

“Well, Dante has finally come to me with a great idea,” Winters smiled, “we’re going to go through with the match that Jason Kain has so eloquently called a ‘Hell’s Gate’ match. A match that originally put that scar on Kain’s face, you should all know. 

This match is probably one of the more devastating matches I’ve seen in a while, and Dante has agreed to it. A fifteen foot steel cage… soaked in kerosene… lit aflame! 

No pinfalls. 

No escape. 

Brutality incarnate… until one taps. 

But Kain, hear this! This match will only go under the agreement that if you get hurt, OR lose the match, you’ll be fired! No more soft pawing your ass around my arenas, and stalking my workers! No more of your little stupid ploys with your lawyers to keep your useless self in this federation!”

----------------------

The arena stood quiet, but suddenly the PA popped with “Quick Death” by The Transplants, and the crowd got to it’s feet. The lights in the arena flashed purple and orange as Kain walked out through the entryway, and down the ramp to the ring. He stopped on the apron, turning to the big screen to look at Winters face, before climbing into the ring and calling for a microphone.

Kain stood there as the crowd roared waiting for his response. Winters and Dante appeared on the big screen, Winters with a huge smirk on his face, Dante emotionless. Kain lifted the mic to his lips, but stayed silent. He slowly lifted his hand to quiet the crowd, and lowered his head. The crowd hushed…

“NOW SUCK ON THIS, ASSHOLES! Last month I had asked Dante a question. I asked him if he thought he had a chance. He only responded with a sarcastic remark, and basically showed that he wasn’t ready to fight me for real by stepping out of the way.” Kain looked at the crowd then back at the screen. 

“As usual, you cower behind the power of Ethan Winters, making it so that if you defeat an injured man he wouldn’t be able to come back and kick your ass… Is there something that you’ve noticed about me? Do you seriously doubt yourself THAT much, Dante? 

Or is it something else? 

Maybe Winters was the one to come up with this plan, trying to tilt the playing field to his advantage against Dunn and Boyd. Then again, Dunn and Boyd didn’t even want this match to take place, so I might have to give them a new shade of respect in trying to protect their investment. But this isn’t about you three. This is just about me and Dante, so get the FUCK out of the picture, Winters.”

Winters pulled off his glasses and pulled up his mic, “You listen to me you bastard…”

“No, asshole! You listen to me! I accept your one-sided challenge! I’m used to being the underdog in situations like this, and I’ll be proud to prove you wrong. I won’t stop at your relentless tapping. I’ll have you wishing for a quick death, Dante. This isn’t just about you and your federation Winters, this isn’t just about a guy trying to come back early… No… This is about disrespect. I don’t take disrespect. You spit on me, I kick you ass. It’s a give and take situation… but when you disrespect my beliefs..? That’s when it gets personal. And when it gets personal, I only respond with nine words.”

The crowd got riled up from that statement, screaming along with Kain.

“YOU THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE!?!?”

The pause left an exhilarated feeling in the arena as the crowd waited for it…

“DIDN’T THINK SO!!!!”

With that Kain threw the microphone to the mat, and threw his arms to the sky as “Quick Death” exploded over the PA again, with the crowd at a standing ovation for the match about to ensue. As Dante stood watching the fired up Kain, he smirked, and stretched his muscles for the fight of his life...

Fight Requiem-[End]

*knock knock* 

Ethan Winters, majority owner of ACW, sat at his large oak desk, a large smile on his face and his favourite men’s magazine in one hand… where the other hand was… well that’s none of your concern, because come on… ewww. 

“Look, fuck off… watching matches from ringside is strenuous fucking work!” 

“Which I can, no doubt, relieve.” 

The soothing female voice carried over from the other side of the office door, catching Ethan Winters pleasantly off guard. Zipping half up he jumped from his chair, straightened his sunglasses and slowly opened the door to the hallway corridor. 

Only to be met by a very stunning, and might I add busty, blonde in a very very tight dress. 

“You realize I’m not paying for shit.” 

Winters said, a sly grin creeping from the corner of his mouth. The blonde woman just continued smiling at the owner. Finally she placed one hand on his chest… and with very little force pushed him back inside his office, making sure to follow with him. Without a word spoken she removed his sunglasses from his face and ran her fingers over his eyes… causing them to shut. 

“With all this sexual innuendo. You know what I think is really missing? Violence.” 

Different blonde then expected… much different reaction. 

For the third time in as many weeks… Winters draw dropped. 

He had once again been caught, by one of Dunn’s boys, with his pants down… almost literally. 

Unbeknownst to Winters, Alias, who had just been cheated out of the TV title in part because of the aforementioned Winters, had slipped in behind his womanly curved ‘friend’ before slipping her a $100 bill and sending her on her way… Winters of course, tried running as soon as he realized he was with the wrong blonde. 

Alias had other idea’s however, and unlike last time he and Winters had a one-on-one conversation, he was going to make sure Winters realized his point. Grabbing the owner by the scruff of the neck, Alias yanked him back towards the wall before he could scurry out the door. Lifting Winters free from the ground, Alias smashed him into the lone picture hanging in his office. 

“SECURIT-urk!” 

Alias lifted Winters even higher up the wall. Knocking the picture free and causing it to shatter on the ground. Alias’s eyes burned a hole straight into Ethan Winters. The words he uttered where unnervingly calm. 

“Do really want to know what entertaining TV is Ethan? I could most likely send a couple of your teeth to the floor… let’s see if Rivers cares to scrape ‘em up. I could paint this mother fucking wall with your blood and you think Perry won’t try do practice his damn finger painting with it? You think if you scream Osyrus will come running to your aid, like the lap dog you want him to be? 

Perhaps you think you know the kinda guy I am, or what I’m capable of now, compared to what I was capable of in the past. You probably think costumed entertainers, like wrestlers, are representative to my life. You are wrong. I am the co-worker you once stood beside. I am the ‘problem solver’ people now turn too. I am the mother fucking homeless man you callously step over on your way through your safe, meaningless life. I will not announce myself with bright spandex or gloating pronouncements. I will simply strike… and now that you realize that…” 

Alias released his grip on the shoulders of Ethan Winters, letting him fall powerless to the floor. 

“I’ll be seeing you around.” 

Hells Gate
Dante Inferno vs. Jason Kain

    

No theme music. 

No crowd sounds. 

No boos. 

No cheers. 

Only four men standing on the roof. Two of the men are Jason Kain and Dante Inferno. In between them, a caged ring, and two ring technicians. The ring technicians looked at the ring for a moment then handed Dante a book of matches. Dante smiled sadistically and climbed in. Kain didn’t even blink before climbing through the cage, then looked around his surroundings. The feeling was intense as Dante pulled the book of matches up and flaunted them at Kain. He tossed the matchbook at Kain, then motioned to light it.

“You want to go out with a bang, Kain… you do the honors.”

Kain then spat at Dante, then struck the match. Without even looking, Kain threw the match at the cage, and in a flash, it ignited.

No bell. 

No referee. 

No pinfall. 

No escape. 

No “ooh” or “ahh” from anyone.

 Just two men, in a raging inferno they willingly put themselves in. Two go in, one quits, game over. Kain tiled his head down for a moment, then looked up at Dante, softly feeling the scar on the side of his face, then uttered six words.

“You think you have a chance?”

With that Dante answered with a fist to the gut, and a double axe-handle to the back, sending Kain to the mat early. Dante stood up straight, emotionless, and cracked his knuckles. Kain got to his feet, and glared at Dante, before charging into him with a dropkick that sent Dante back a few steps. Dante steadied himself, then sent a hard kick to Kain’s stomach, and followed it up with a side suplex. Kain winced for a moment before Dante set in with a hard set of stomps to the back. 

Dante then pulled Kain to his feet, but Kain shoved him off. Kain then sent a kick of his own, driving Dante to the mat with a DDT. Dante bounced off the mat and held his head, but got to his knees quickly in shock of the sudden attack. But Kain wasn’t finished, instead he jumped at Dante, flipping him back with a side-swinging neckbreaker. 

Dante yanked himself to his feet, glaring at Kain, then drove a heavy-handed clothesline to Kain’s chest, before yanking him to his feet and dropping him with a hard high angle backdrop. Kain slowly pushed himself back to his feet, as Dante charged at him, but Kain dropped down catching Dante with a drop toe-hold, slamming Dante’s face to the mat. Dante pushed off the mat, touching his lip seeing that a small amount of blood had begun to trickle.

Kain lunged into a grapple, pulling Dante over with a headlock takedown, holding him there, trying to take in the situation. Dante pushed against the hold, shoving Kain off of him. He stood up and looked at Kain for a moment, then slid in swinging a punch toward Kain… but Kain ducked under, catching Dante with three quick punches to the jaw, and following it up with a diving clothesline, driving Dante into the corner.

Kain rushed toward the corner, diving into the corner shoulder first, but Dante rolled out of the way, sending Kain shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Kain flopped out of the corner, and Dante immediately went toward the turnbuckle, pulling off one of the pads. Dante turned around to find a boot to the midsection, as Kain pulls Dante down with a DDT. Kain wiped his brow off, showing that the flames are doing their damage even without them actually hitting them. 

Kain pulled Dante to his feet, then whipped him toward the weakened ropes… and Dante toppled through them!!!

The impact of Dante connected with the cage wall sent disrupted flames off the side of the cage. Kain looked around for a moment, then pulled the slightly burned Dante to his feet. Kain signaled that it’s over, hooking Dante into the full-nelson… but Dante pulled himself away, spinning and hitting Kain with a hard clothesline. Dante ducked down locking on a modified STF, as Kain struggled against the hold… 

Dante kept the hold on, watching Kain slowly go limp… but suddenly let go of the hold, sneering and grabbing the rope. He attempted to bind Kain with the rope, but Kain slowly comes to! Kain spun against the rope, pulling Dante toward him in the process, then slammed a fist to his head, and wrapped around him… flinging him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex!

Kain sat on Dante’s chest, dropping a series of punches to the forehead before slinging himself over and hooking a fujiwara armbar! He grabbed onto the bottom rope for extra support as Dante screamed from the pain.

Kain pulled harder, but Dante rolls up and pressed Kain to the mat! Dante then sent a few punches to Kain’s head, then pulled with all of his might, slamming Kain back to the mat and making him let go! Kain rolls to his feet, but Dante has grabbed the rope again, and is now using it to choke the life out of Kain!

Dante then pulled the rope to the side, and pulled it over his shoulder, slinging Kain over in a fairly brutal version of a reverse snap mare. Dante then places a knee between the shoulder blades and pulls back on Kain’s head, locking in a reverse chinlock… Kain reached for the ropes, but there is no referee to stop the hold! Dante sneered and pulled back harder, as Kain continues to shake his hand in the air, fighting the hold.

Kain pushed himself to his knee, and Dante flipped the hold into a headlock… but as Kain started to his feet, Dante pulled Kain over with a headlock takedown, keeping the hold after the move and wrenching the neck! Kain struggled, but finally pushed his way out of the hold, rubbing his neck, which seemed to be getting injured throughout the match.

Kain stood up holding his neck, but Dante rushed in with an Irish whip, sending Kain into the cage wall… flames shot off the side, and Dante grabs Kain again, slinging him full circle and back into the cage wall, then puts his hand up, signaling for the end!

Dante pulled Kain to his feet, grabbing him by the back of his head, slinging him toward the cage wall again, but Kain put his foot out and reversed! Dante’s face slammed against the burning hot steel, and became his turn to roll around in pain. Kain fell to the mat, trying to recover from the pain, leaving both men on the mat. 

After a few moments of hardly any movement in the ring, Dante pushed himself to his feet, leaving a small pool of blood on the mat where his face was. He walked over to Kain, with a grimace on his face, and pulls Kain to his feet. Dante swings a punch towards Kain, but Kain ducks under! He hooks Dante’s arm, and sets up for the Electric Slide, but instead rushed to the ropes, swinging around “stratusfaction” style, dropping a swinging Electric Slide instead!

But Kain was the first to his feet, and he yanked the dizzied Dante into a snap suplex, slamming him back to the mat. Kain pulled Dante’s hand toward the cuffs on the cage wall, ready to link him up… but Dante starts to come to, and the heat of the fire has weakened the links in the chain! 

Dante yanked his hand away, breaking the chain and pulling away from Kain. He started to shake off the hard Electric Slide he had taken, just as Kain started in with a hard punch… but Dante pulled to the side, yanking on Kain’s free arm spinning him in and catching the punch with the other hand, dropping him with a double clutch neck drop, putting both men on the mat.

A strange sound took over the video feed, as the signal started to flicker. It sounded like a helicopter was headed toward the arena. A spotlight hit the ring. The camera turned to see what was going on as a large cargo helicopter started toward the ring. Both men took the confusion as a time to rest up, and both looked at the oncoming vehicle. Suddenly the video feed flickered out altogether, and only the sounds were heard for a moment…

Suddenly the video came back on, as a man started dropping down from a hovering helicopter. The man wore a fire suit and carried with him a set of bolt cutters as he dropped into the ring. He pulled his fire mask off, revealing a head of bright white hair, and looked at Kain. Suddenly the man turned his attention to Dante, swinging the bolt cutters into Dante’s chest. Dante fumbled backward a bit, then tried to regain his composure, but the man slammed the weapon into his head hard, sending him to the mat… the two technicians didn’t know what to do as the two men pounded on Dante relentlessly. 

The mystery man dropped the bolt cutters to the mat, then pointed to Kain and then motioned to slam Dante into it… Kain did one better. As Dante wobbled, Kain motioned for him to throw a punch, but Kain ducked it, catching him in a full nelson. He looked at the mystery man before dropping Dante face-first into the bolt cutters with the Electric Slide. 

Dante’s face bled even more than before as Kain grabbed his right arms scissor-tucking it, and pulling on the Shocking Experience… but if that wasn’t enough the stranger grabbed Dante’s legs, pulling them into a hard elevated Boston crab, leaving Dante with no escape. After a few long moments of fighting the holds, Dante finally gave in and tapped. Kain pulled back harder, though, screaming…

“DIDN’T THINK SO!!!!!”

Kain let go of the hold then looked for the man that helped him out, but all that was left was a hole cut in the flaming cage, and Kain stepped out as the technicians pulled out the fire extinguishers to get Dante out of the ring. As they pulled Dante out of the steaming structure, Kain stepped up to his face.

“Where is she…”

Dante looked up, and with a weak smile looked over to the rooftop garbage chute… then was dragged away.

Kain walked over and pulled the rope, where the unconscious body of Jade was tied, and he pulled her up. She looked a little bruised but not badly injured. Kain pulled her to him and held her looking at the smoldering cage as the scene faded out.

Winner: Jason Kain

It Is Time...

Dunn and Boyd had been left to wait all night, and there was still no sign of the ACW Majority owner as the Main Event loomed...

"Looks like Kain has got himself back into the game then?" Boyd asked as the duo sat in a locker room along with a few other staff members to watch the main event. It was tradition for most of the ACW staff to be together for PPV Main Events, but as they all sat in the room all they good do was think back to days of the past.

Jimmy Gonz sat to the right of Dunn, a baseball cap on, a dirty white t-shirt with matching jeans of similar dirtiness, he sighed as he leaned back and placed his cap below his eyes.

"I hate watching these Main Events that I don't care for...I wish HAWK was here."

The room seemed to nod when Gonz had finished, as the group recollected all the Main Events they had watched with the HAWK being center stage. A voice in the far corner of the room then made his presence heard, in was Fonz Carbello...

"I remember one night were HAWK swapped it around, kept taking me by the right hand, silly fucker."

As he giggled to himself, the Dunn smiled a little, as he remember the funny moments that he shared with HAWK being on the road. He glanced to Boyd who was deep in thought with his own, but soon their eyes matched.

This was what wrestling was all about.

Not fancy promo's.

Or lighting.

Or production costs.

It was about a group of guys showing their skills to the World, and when someone from outside of this World thought he could do something better, he made it a living hell. Winters probably didn't even like wrestling, this was probably a steeping stone for some other project which he will ruin soon, but for Dunn and Boyd, this was their life, their well-being.

Dunn jumped up from his seat and slammed his hands together, which caught most of the room by surprise.

"That's fucking it. Boyd, get them ready...it's time we show this guy who is boss!"

Boyd jumped up in delight, as a number of the group joined them in unison, the others didn't have a clue what was going on.

"You want them ready for next week Dunny?" Boyd said with a huge smile on his face, and his cell phone ready.

"No...I want them to be ready now!"

It's My Time

I have been in this situation before. In fact it happens quite often. A wannabe challenger wants to prove himself to the world, by using my name as a stepping stone to greatness. But can you blame these type of people though? Have you ever seen an athlete like Osyrus? A superstar that is barely in the first year and a half of his career and has already accomplished tremendous things. The numerous title reigns all over the world; the awards from my peers and the dismantling of careers of men that thought they were better than yours truly... 

SilverHawk comes to mind. But forget about him... 

Tonight is going to be special. 

Tonight, I will prove to the world, just how strong the extent of my greatness really is... Because I am stepping into the ring with the biggest nobody of them all, ICU. A man who's greatest accomplishment is tearing the head off of a fucking chicken. Come on Winters, where the fuck do you get this competition from? 

I mean, come on. You have quite possibly the greatest home grown talent the world has ever seen... 

The fWo doesn't have anyone like me, 21w wishes they had an athlete like Osyrus to elevate their federation. So does the WWE, Action and the list of feds that want me on their roster goes on and on, like ICU's failed attempts at being a father. Winters you are bringing me down by facing men like Ivan. 

Ivan Coe Unger, a wrestler that should be in the opening match every night, rather than getting a shot at the world title... And I know what you stupid fans are going to say next, 

"He's a former Us and TV champ... He has beaten everyone he has stepped into the ring against one on one... And there is no one cooler that ICU right now?" 

How cool is being a child abuser? 

He may have beaten everyone.. but he hasn't beaten me. Does anyone remember who I beat to get to the finals of the world championship tourney? 

It was Ivan. 

Your Anti-hero is nothing but an annoyance that is trying to steal my spotlight. 

No one told ICU to come to the ring and hit me in the head with a steel chair, during one of the greatest moments of my life. 

No one told ICU to call me, to help him get out of jail... where he belongs. 

But tonight I will intrude on Ivan's life.... I will make tonight the worst night of his fucking life. 

A night that he will never, ever forget. 

Mark my words... Your world champion has spoken. 

Crimes Against Humanity

He walked up to the door of his locker room and dug his hands into his pockets. Nature had just fought one of the hardest battles in his life and he had grown weary, the fact that he couldn’t find keys really got on his nerves.

He let out a groan before smiling, “Ah, found them at last!” Producing a pair of keys out of his pocket he yawned.

Leaning forward he fumbled with the keys and began to grumble. His hands had grown red from his fight and he was having trouble sliding the key into the hole. Patience is a virtue and it’s something that Nature was running thin of.

Finally the key slid into the hole and a tired smile crept over his face, “Now that Loc’s taken care of I can finally get some….”

He held his nose in the air; something had caught his attention. Like a dog he sniffed and looked around before shaking his head. Perhaps it was his mind playing tricks on him?

Turning the door handle on the wooden door he paused for another second, “That smells really bad… someone should get a cleaner out here,” He replied to himself,

Shaking his head Nature turned the handle of his locker room door and slid the keys out of the hole and back into his pocket. A chilly draft suddenly hit him; emerging from the darkness of his locker room.

“Holy shit, that reeks!” Nature thought out aloud whilst blocking his nose with one hand and fumbling for the light switch in his other,

What happened next was unexplainable; the look that crossed over Nature’s face when the lights flickered on could not be described by anything more than “horror”.

As he flicked the light switch and his eyes adjusted he was met by something similar to an abattoir. The white walls of his locker room were covered in thick red blood and patches of fur and meaty looking chunks littered the floor.

Taking a step into the room Nature widened his eyes, “What the…” his voice trailed off as the door slammed shut behind him.

“Fuck,” his sentence was finished as another voice rang out through the room,

Spinning around Nature was met by a swift blow to the forehead from the butt of a machete as he staggered back; slipping on a patch of blood and landing on the now stained carpet of his locker room.

Nature shook his head as a mean and familiar looking figure stood over him. Only a mere 5ft something tall the man began to chuckle as Nature clasped the impact on his head and struggled to speak,

The man replied before the words could leave his mouth, “Save your breath White Boy,”

Chuckling to himself the man spun around to face the door. Throwing his machete to the side it clattered on a small table before the clicking of the lock on the door sounded out in the small locker room.

As he spun around the man began to speak yet again, “This should’ve all been finished tonight… but no! You had to go and be a hero,” the man revealed himself to be none other than Charlie Loc.

“Well you’ve really done it now, haven’t you….” Once again his voice trailed off as he shook his head and looked down at Nature.

Clearly stunned he began to look around; his eyes grew wide with shock as he realized what had happened around him.

The blood that splattered against the walls was thick and deep, the sticky substances that littered the floor were a deep red color and the pieces of fur proved to be rather large chunks of flesh,

“H-how-how could you do such a thing?!” Nature managed to squeak out a few words,

Charlie Loc spread his arms out and looked around, admiring his handiwork. Being a typical psychopath he moved over towards the table where he had flung his machete; glistening in the light that hung overhead it proved to be blood stained,

Everything from whatever it was he had diced was littered on the blade of the rather long machete. Blood, Flesh and Fur were all in lines scattered along the pointed blade. Nature could not say anything, the look on his face told it all.

“You still don’t get what’s happened here do you?” Charlie shook his head as he inspected his machete,

Smiling sadistically he nodded his head and turned to the table, grabbing a piece of string with a severed paw attached to it, “It’s called a Rabbit Foot… it’s supposed to bring good luck! Something you’ll be needing a lot of!”

Still chuckling to himself he began to scratch at the tattoo of the Dragon which was embodied on his chest with the blunt of his machete; blood smearing over his pectoral as he continued to inspect the room.

Nature was still unable to say anything; the shock of seeing something happen to a creature of god was to hard to bare. He just laid back on his arms and looked on at the severed Rabbit’s paw that laid by his side.

A piece of string was attached to the paw, a hole had been rather messily cut through the middle of it so that it could be threaded through; obviously done by Charlie Loc.

“Why did you do this?! Don’t you realize you will pay for your crimes against humanity?! You are insane!” Nature finally managed to stammer a sentence,

Charlie laughed before leaning down and widening his eyes, “No… YOU are insane! YOU are the one who pushed me to do this! YOU are the one who is going to pay!” 

He took a deep breath as Nature leant back, fearing Charlie’s words as he raised the machete and pointed it towards Nature’s throat… causing the man to shuffle back on his hands; putting them into a puddle of blood.

“Look into my eyes…” He beckoned Nature to stare, “My Demons have awoken again and you are the one responsible for them resurfacing!”

As he leant forward closer to Nature he began to shake; his eyes had a glint in them, a blood lust if you must. There was something different about him, it was as though something was missing.

Nature could clearly see the fire that burnt behind his eyes and the Demons that raged inside his mind but still he showed no fear.

“You’re going to pay Charlie Loc…” Nature couldn’t think of anything else to say,

Raising the machete and slapping the blunt across Nature’s face he caused him to fall onto his side; a bloodied Rabbits ear laying next to him as the look of shock crossed over Nature’s face once more.

“I don’t think so…. The Rascal inside me has returned!” Charlie shook his head and widened his eyes more,

His body had become wet with sweat and the muscles flared on his body as he continued his sentence, “You have turned me back to my old ways… and you are going to be the first one I destroy!”

Chaos was clearly ruling in the locker room as Charlie Loc and Nature sat and looked into each others eyes for the next few moments in silence; the bruise on Nature’s cheek and forehead began to glow red as he didn’t think to touch it.

Nature finally grew some courage and spoke, “You want to play with Mother Nature? Fine. You want to break every rule you can and destroy this Earth? Fine. You want to pay for your crimes? Fine. I will get you back Charlie Loc… mark my words!”

Charlie Loc leant back and smiled before leaning forward and getting right up and into Nature’s face, “How about I mark you? HUH?! How about I make you pay? HUH?!”, his voice echoed throughout the locker room.

Perhaps things were going to turn for the worse, or maybe that wasn’t possible. The blood and remains of a Rabbit had littered the locker room of Nature and Charlie Loc had just decimated a poor creature and dirtied a locker room,

These two had been at each others throats since day one and nothing that could be said would or could come between them. Everyone had been led to believe that their war had started on Courage… in fact it had started at Apocalypse.

Shaking his head he finally leant back and got up onto his feet. Charlie Loc took one more look around inspecting his work before walking up to the table in the corner of the room and slamming his machete down into it,

It sat like the sword in the stone; sticking up and shaking from the middle of the table as he leant forward and ran his fingers through a thick puddle of blood that lay next to it.

Smearing the blood underneath his eye lids Charlie pointed at Nature and spoke, “You had better be ready for war…. Because what’s going on between me and you isn’t just a simple fight!” He walked closer,

“This is going to be war and it’s not going to stop till one of us falls!” He turned around and grabbed the machete, yanking it from the table.

“One last time…” Charlie Loc stepped closer to the fallen Nature as he stared up at him from the floor, “Don’t…. fuck…. With…. Me” 

He swung the machete and sent it crashing down onto the top of Nature’s skull… turning his world into darkness as he laughed before turning behind him and exiting the room; leaving Nature unconscious.

He had just started a futile war with another Superstar, he had committed a crime against humanity and he had gained an advantage against his rival.

One man had been pushed to the brink, he had gained revenge!

The only question that was still floating on the surface was, Nature is going to wake up more pissed off than ever, would he retaliate? Or would he play some strategy?

The war was not yet over… it had just begun!

ytinaS is Sanity Spelt Backwards, Second Part of

Dante once again sat in his pitch black dressing room with the door locked.

Small drips could be heard that echoed off of the concrete walls which most of the arena was made of. As he shifted in his seat, he snorted with a wet vibration coming from his skull, it was not snot or mucus however.

It was blood.

Blood dripped from numerous places in Inferno's face, his nostrils, the top of his head, his right eyebrow and some from his mouth. Along with that were the burns which ran across his back and arms, Dante was in a state, probably a bigger state than he had left Kain in a month ago.

As he pulled his body forward to lean on his knees, his back stuck to the wall as burnt skin was the leftover of his stay on the bench. He then stood up before moving over to a small basin, his surrounding's where seeable only to his eyes, as they had adjusted to the distinct lack of light in the room.

He took a hand full of water and dripped it down his back, wincing in pain before he washed away the coagulated blood from his eyebrows and face, and washing the rest off, leaving the bar lacerations and cuts.

And then it began...

Why was he here?

We do not know why he appeared, now why he helped Kain for that matter, we are trying to get to the bottom of this Dante, we are trying.

Trying is not good enough, I need to know why he was here...is he aligned with Kain? Dunn? Boyd? Did the council send him?

The council did not send him Dante, all will be known if you give us a little more time...

You have a week, then I start my own investigation...

Simli, why are you in ACW?

As he washed again, he stopped the gibbering, and sat back down were he had came from, he winced and groaned as his knees cracked and his back burned as a familiar voice came from under the door...

"Dante...I need your help again?"

ACW World Heavyweight Championship
Osyrus vs. ICU

    

And then there were two...

Many federations have champions that they are proud of...except ACW. At End Game, Osyrus managed to defeat the then champion SilverHAWK, in a gruesome battle of wits and strength in a 2 out of 3 falls match, the very match, which has caused the early retirement of one of ACW's greats. Since then, SilverHAWK has not been seen in an ACW arena, and Osyrus has had it more or less all his own way, with the backing of course of his boss and head of his stable, Ethan Winters.

With the loss of SilverHAWK, the fans needed someone else to cheer, and it seems that that man would be Ivan Coe Unger, otherwords known as ICU. Although he may not be one of the most charismatic wrestlers on the circuit, ICU is a dangerous man in the ring. His career so far has placed him in some unenviable positions, such as being shipped out to Russia at one time, to fight in cage matches, but it is only because of such things, that he is here today, main eventing one, if not THE biggest ACW show to date.

The few non-marks in the arena got to their feet, knowing that ICU would be the first out, and that his signal would be the screams and the pops from the fans near the stage, and with that, he came. The fans closest to the main stage were the first to noticed the flicker of the stage curtain as he passed, and then the flashes of camera's got the rest of the arena's attention, before ICU's figure was projected onto the big screen, the noise grew to ear bleed levels.

As the ring announcer made read his lines, as this was the main event, a tingle shot up ICU's spine...something that many wrestlers would never feel as he walked down to the ring, in a cold state of concentration. ICU slid into the ring, and for one of the first times in ACW, he gave the fans what they wanted, a little pose before he got right back down to business again, watching, hawk like, at the stage, awaiting his pray.

But as the champions music played, "Rape Me" by Nirvana, there were no sudden movements from the stage, as ICU paced across the ring, awaiting the man who had left him bleeding on the mat for the last few weeks running. The fans were all on their feet by this point, shaking their heads as the main event looked to be in danger of being a total white wash. Suddenly from nowhere, Osyrus slid out from underneath the ring, and then popped into the ring, as the attack was looking ominous, ICU turned around and exploded on the Champion with a hard clothesline.

ICU had done his homework...

The fans exploded as ICU got down into Osyrus' face, "stupid fuckhead", was all he could muster as he pulled Osyrus up and slammed him into the corner, as the referee got this match underway.

ICU was the first to get his frustration and anger out on the other man's face, as he began to hit Osyrus with some hard right hands, it seemed that Osyrus' actions of the last few weeks were coming back to haunt him. As ICU's punches were becoming more and more aggressive, the referee deemed it fit to interfere before ICU got himself in trouble, but as the referee got ICU's attention, Osyrus managed to move away from the corner after kicking ICU in the gut.

Osyrus then moved behind ICU and then yanked his hair, as ICU took a bump on the mat, before Osyrus planting a sharp elbow drop to ICU's forehead. Osyrus casually slugged his arm over ICU for the cover, but it didn't even get a one count as a small smile graced his face as he pulled ICU up and pushed him towards the ropes.

Osyrus' attempted clothesline was missed however, as ICU followed to the other side of the ring and as he jumped off the second rope, he sprung into Osyrus backwards, with his elbow poking out to connect with the side of Osyrus' face, which it did. Osyrus did not go down however, he slumped on one knee beside the ropes as ICU got up to his feet. 

He began to walk towards Osyrus but stopped, he then took a step back and looked to hit Osyrus with a knee somewhere to the body, but the World Champion managed to grab a hold of the running challenger and sling him over the top rope, ICU falling on his side on the outside before stopping just beside the foam coated barricade. Osyrus stood to his feet and circled the ring, raising a harsh reaction from the fans as he looked down at ICU, asking the referee to count him out, but as Osyrus seen ICU attempting to get up, he went to the outside.

As Osyrus dropped to the outside, he took a small pause before planting a boot to the side of ICU's face, which in turn made ICU's head bounce off the barricade in pinball type fashion. Osyrus laughed it off as the fans nearby hurled abuse at them, a quick flash of his backhand made them flinch before he picked ICU up. ICU popped up and pushed Osyrus hand away, before landing a right hand to Osyrus' face, but the returning punch by the Champion was too much for the shaken challenger as he stumbled backwards, prime target for a lovely reverse bulldog to the mat.

Osyrus cantered over to ICU looking down at the challenger and lifting his arms in the air...

"This the best he's got?" he asked the nearby crowd, as he pulled ICU up fractionally by the hair and then smashed him with a right hand, shaking his hand after the impact and blowing on his knuckles as he walked to the other side of ICU's body and planted a perfectly aimed boot to ICU's kidneys. Osyrus was breezing through the match and even the fans were worried that maybe the spiel that Osyrus talks if infact true, he is the best in ACW.

By this time the referee had stopped counting, this was never going to finish on a count out, and as Osyrus picked ICU up, which was not an easy thing to do, he moved ICU forward just a touch, before thrusting him into the ring steps, the impact and the area of it made ICU topple over the ring steps and to the other side, leaving the ring steps out of sync.

Osyrus slid into the ring and then pulled himself with his arms to the other corner, just beyond ICU as he stood up on the ring apron. He taunted the crowd nearby as the decibel level grew, as they watched after a slight pause of no action, ICU was beginning to move to his feet. Osyrus stood with his arms over his head, his hands clenched for an axe-handle to the back or head, but as Osyrus jumped down towards ICU, ICU moved his upper body backwards, as Osyrus missed the axe-handle, and at the same time, he lifted one knee, to give Osyrus a very unique inverted atomic drop.

Osyrus draped himself across the top ring step which had shifted upon impact, as he clutched him sack, ICU got to his feet and flicked his hair back, gritting his teeth and roaring, without thinking, ICU hit Osyrus in the back with a leg drop, the impact even more horrendous as Osyrus' face met with the steel steps.

As Osyrus dropped to the side of the steps, a small amount of blood trickled from above his right eye, as first blood had gone to ICU, surely this was a more even match that it was 2 minutes ago. ICU picked Osyrus up and threw him back into the ring, and when we say threw we mean more or less shoved him into the ring, as Osyrus' legs stuck on the apron, ICU pounded them into the ring, before punching him in the back before rolling into the ring.

ICU himself rolled into the ring and before the referee could notice he was on top of Osyrus, looking for a quick pinfall.

1...

2...

Kickout.

Osyrus kicked out as he had now shifted himself on his side, ICU got the picture and got up, before dragging Osyrus up by the chin, and shoving him into the corner. ICU had to act quick as Osyrus was regaining strength by the second, so as he shoved him into the corner, after a punch to soften him up even more, he slugged the champion up to the top rope, were the champion came close to falling off at one point.

ICU however did not join him up there, instead, he took Osyrus' legs and placed them over his shoulders, as he moved in and picked Osyrus up, and then hovered along the ropes. ICU then dropped Osyrus' weight onto the top rope, and as Osyrus bounced back, he pushed the champion slightly upwards before dropping him backwards to the canvas with a large boom...

Osyrus held the back of his neck as ICU gingerly got to his feet...as the noise in the arena lifted in anticipation of something special. As Osyrus slowly got to his feet, he turned to meet a hard right hand by ICU, which sent him reeling back two steps, and the next punch sent him stumbling into the ropes, which in turn he nearly feel through the first gap of. ICU grabbed Osyrus by the neck and whipped him to the ropes, burring him down  o the mat as he came back with a tilt-a-whirl slam!

ICU with the cover.

1...

2...

3!

No, kickout!

What ever you want to say about Osyrus, he had the guts and endurance of a true champion, as so far, he has taken everything that ICU can muster to this point. ICU sits on his side on the canvas, breathing heavily as this must be one of his most demanding matches to date, and we've still got a long way to go. 

ICU picked Osyrus up and then grabbed him by the waist, before turning him around, as ICU looked to hook him up for something like a German suplex, Osyrus hit ICU with a hard mule kick which the referee was blind to, as ICU fell onto the mat, the referee didn't have a clue as to what just went on.

Osyrus stumbled on his feet as ICU got up but we bent over, holding the targeted area, Osyrus quickly managed to hook the left arm of ICU to get him in the Tazzmission, which he then turned into a huge suplex which sent ICU to the other side of the ring close to the ring apron.

Osyrus took a few moment to get himself together, as his challenger wasn't going to get up anytime soon, but as Osyrus sprang off the ropes, he hit ICU with a baseball slide to the rib cage, which sent him in turn tumbling out of the ring close to the announcers/bell keepers table. Something then struck a nerve with Osyrus, as he looked at ICU on the outside of the ring, he took a few steps backwards, what was he thinking?

The mat technician breathed deeply as he watched ICU push himself to his feet, and soon enough, Osyrus went full steam ahead towards the ropes before then using those very ropes to catapult himself over them, it was seemed to be a sloppy, yet effective extreme maneuver as he connected with ICU on the outside.

Even though they never did it, the crowd just wanted to applaud that.

Osyrus got to his feet, holding his knee a little as he fixed a knee pad and picked the broken challenger up, as he picked him up, he pushed him into the foam barricade as the fans on that side went nuts at the sight of the duo. Extreme mode seemed to kick into Osyrus again, as he looked at the small amount of concrete on the other side of the barricade, used for crowd movement etc, he then helped ICU on top of the barricade.

It was only maybe 3/4 a foot wide, so there was no room for error.

Osyrus positioned ICU so that he could suplex him to the other side of the barricade and in turn crack his body in half against solid concrete. The crowd nearby quickly got up and moved away a little, as there was no way they were going to be hit either. Osyrus hooked him up...and couldn't budge him.

Again.

Osyrus hooked him up...and couldn't budge him.

Again. Again.

This time there was movement, but in the opposite direction to what was intended.

ICU suplexed Osyrus smack damn in the middle of the 4 foot announce table, as Osyrus crushed it with the impact, ICU fell into the ring announcer, which in turn broke his fall but did nothing for the 5ft 2'' announcer.

"ACW!" chants rung around the building as the picture showed the ACW World Champion in the heap lying in a pile of wood and steel chairs which were under the small table. ICU sat with his back against the barricade, a few fans rubbing his hair and tapping him in the back as for the first time in the match a small smile graced his face, which then turned to pain as he pulled himself up.

ICU's lower back wasn't responding too good, and no wonder, but what would Osyrus be feeling.

Too much time had past to bundle him in the ring and look for a pinfall now, as the referee didn't know what he could do at this point, he was more or less letting anything go. ICU walked over to Osyrus and looked to pull him up, but the Champion was dead weight, and it was a picture to see ICU pulling up Osyrus' limp head and then letting it go, as it fell back into the rumble, with the fans cheering.

ICU slapped Osyrus awake, but it still took him a mighty effort to get the champion to his feet, as he then pushed him into the ring apron, the champions back sprawled across the unforgiving structure as ICU then went in the hunt for his new toy, the top ring step. ICU heaved it up to his upper body and then walked to the side were Osyrus was at, at this stage Osyrus was not in the best of shape, but when you have a 150lb piece of steel shooting towards your head, your as awake as anyone.

As ICU shoved it towards Osyrus' face, Osyrus' legs went, as he dropped to the floor making ICU miss and then in turn hit the ropes with the steel object. This pretty much added up to a nasty incident were the ring steps came back and hit ICU in the face and then with the sheer force of them, as ICU dropped the fear in the eyes of the nearby crowd was justified as the ring step came towards them.

Luckily a group of college grads had decided to take those seats, so as the steps catapulted towards them, they were able to shield themselves from it, as it rebounded off their hands and dropped to the floor, the 4 students then stood on their seats and got a pop from the fans, as "holy shits" rang around the arena, as ICU lay on the ground, busted open across his forehead.

Osyrus picked up the now bloody ICU and slung him into the ring as the grads finally got to their seats again, Osyrus was in the ring and stomping a hole into ICU's head. Osyrus picked ICU to his feet and whipped him into the corner, before following that up with a huge spear in the corner which had the ACW corner pads' now imprinted on ICU's back.

Osyrus whipped ICU to the other side with supreme force, and as ICU bounced back off the other side, Osyrus looked at this great opportunity to bring some of his technical skills to show. He yanked ICU's legs from under him, before wrapping him up in a tight Figure-4-Leglock, a move that in ACW once belonged to SilverHAWK.

ICU squirmed on the mat, as he tried to shimmy his body near to the ropes, as he looked to grasp onto the rope.

He missed.

Osyrus returned with his own shimmy, as he took ICU back to the center of the ring, and then put on the pressure even more for the challenger. ICU's huge wing span made it easier for him to once again shimmy himself backwards, as he once again looked to hold onto the rope to break the move.

He missed again.

He couldn't reach it.

He touched it with his fingers as Osyrus brought him back to the middle of the ring again as the arena gasped as every second looked like it could be Ivan's last. As Ivan looked like he was going to tap, he pushed his huge hands into the canvas, and then moved all his power to his hips, ICU was going to reverse it.

Osyrus' facial expression changed as ICU began to turn the tables on the champion, and as ICU reached the half way point, Osyrus begged him to stop, but soon, ICU planted Osyrus down on his side, as the move was reversed and it was Osyrus who was now screaming in pain.

Unfortunately.

This way was a lot easier to get out of, and Osyrus used the power which he had left in his arms to pull himself towards the ropes, before grabbing onto the closest one, a huge sigh of relieve coming from the current champion. Both men lay on the canvas after a short breather, Osyrus and ICU stumbled to their feet at relatively the same time, and like most of the match, they were even, and the match was at breaking point.

As the duo exchanged right hands, Osyrus ducked an ICU punch and traveled behind ICU for a neckbreaker, as he then went for a pin.

1...

2...

Kickout.

Both men were quickly on their feet as Osyrus Irish whipped ICU, but ICU hit back with the depression, a hard blow to the head, much like a clothesline but almost took the champion's head off with it.

1...

2...

3!!!

NO!

Kickout.

Osyrus shook the cobwebs away as he was pulled up by the challenger, who whipped him to the ropes.

Leapfrog by ICU.

ICU looking for a monkey flip.

Osyrus stopped in his tracks, and in Jeff Hardy type fashion he jumped on ICU's legs so that they were behind his head, as he looked for a sneaky pin.

1...

2...

Kickout!

That would have taken a lot in the awkward position he was in to kick out of that move.

ICU was quickly on his feet however, matching Osyrus with every step, but Osyrus pushed ICU to the ropes and then whipped him, but ICU reversed it and looked to hit Osyrus with a clothesline, but he missed, as quick as a cat, Osyrus bounced off the other side of the ropes and jumped upon ICU for a crucifix pin, but ICU didn't budge.

ICU jolted Osyrus so that he moved up on his shoulders...

Critical Condition!

Critical Condition!

ICU planted Osyrus with the Critical Condition as the crowd went absolutely nuts in what must have been the most amazing showing of strength and skill ever seen in ACW, and you know what was coming next!

1...

2...

3!

NEW CHAMPION!

ICU rolled off of Osyrus as he looked up at the light above, he then pushed his fist in the air as the fans popped with delight, it was a truly magic moment as the referee handed ICU the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. Ivan lifted himself to his feet and hoisted the gold up in the air in the middle of the ring.

ICU had finally done it.

He was the World Champion.

The arena went silent however, as Osyrus was now on his feet and staring a hole through the back of ICU's head. ICU stopped dead, as he slowly turned around, the former champion was glaring at him, and then suddenly, out came his hand. The crowd cheered as ICU and Osyrus shook hands, as it had truly been a memorable battle between the two, and it was surely not the last.

But as ICU looked to be let go, Osyrus held on, and then pulled ICU towards him, as both men came nose to nose with one another, ICU dropping his newly acquired World Title. The arena soon changed their tune to boo's, but not for what was happening inside the ring, that was bad yes, but outside, they came.

Osyrus sniggered as he let ICU go, as he then turned into the dominating figure of Dane Rivers, beside him stood A*Dubbs and Scott Perry, as up on the top of the stage stood Ethan Winters, and the worse for wear Dante Inferno. Rivers took ICU by the throat and drove him down to the mat with a choke slam, as the boo's and jeers in the arena became deafening.

Perry and Dubbs began to stomp on ICU as Osyrus grabbed the World Title and placed it over his shoulder, taunting the fans and ICU. Winters and Inferno stood at the top of the ramp, Winters was clapping as he then patted Dante in the back as they both went to the back.

But then...

Dante came back out, not what you're thinking though, he came back rolling along the floor, holding his head, followed shortly by Winters, who seemed to be pleading with someone.

Jason Kain

He held a steel chair in his hand, which was already bent up after being planted on the skull of Dante. Winters INC were notified by Perry who pointed at Kain at the stage, Perry jumped out of the ring as Osyrus began to bark orders, but Perry could do much as he tried to clothesline Kain who quickly ducked and then planted him with a steel chair shot of his own.

The crowd exploded soon after as figures began to come from the crowd.

Alias

Geo Vacton

With steel chairs of their own, they came from the other side of the arena, and soon slid into the ring, the first to get it was Osyrus, as he was hit square in the face by Alias. Vacton the followed him up by smashing Dubbs in the back with the chair, and then the head as Alias then got #2 of the night as he whacked Rivers to the ground with 4-5 shots to the body and head.

The arena was buzzing.

But as Kain, Alias and Vacton looked up at the stage, they seen Winters trying to escape, only to be cut off, by Dunn and Boyd!

"C'mon guys, I've only been nice to you!"

WHAM

A punch in the face by Dunn sent Winters reeling down the ramp way, as he soon reached the feet of Jason Kain, but there was nothing left to do, Winters was KO'd. Alias and Vacton helped the new World Champion to his feet and collected the belt for him, as Kain jogged to the ring and kicked the remaining members of Winters INC out of the ring.

The quartet were soon joined by Dunn and Boyd.

Alias

Jason Kain

Geo Vacton

The New World Champion, ICU

Dunn

Boyd

As they lifted each others hands in the ring, the team to battle the evil in ACW had been collected.

These were the ACW Resistance to Winters and his group of merry men...

Let the battle commence...

FINIS

WINNER AND NEW ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: ICU