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PREVIOUSLY... As the ink on the contracts were still wet, the 5 new ACW bookers were put straight into the deep end last week as their first show was a moderate success, but now, 7 days on, they look to wipe the floor clean and make this one of the best Courage shows ever. Matches have been made, promo's book...but not everything can be accounted for, as one FBI agent still lurks around the ACW tour.
Glory
Days [Positive]
“…and then you walked off with it!” Alias cracked his knuckles, after shifting in his seat and grabbing his cup of joe, as always he was ready to wrestle tonight. Already decked out in his gear. Alias was back with friends… he had his gold TV title strap… and was already in the midst of a whirlwind tour of opponents.
Quinton's
Army Meeting #007
The doors to the arena were kicked opened, and in stepped the men of the moment. Quinton's Army. Young girls everywhere cocked their heads and fainted at the sight of the Army, who were so sexy. Especially today, when they were wearing
trench coats. However, the inspirational leader was nowhere in sight.
A
Strange Alliance
"So, that's the plan?" The voices seemed familiar, but it was hard to tell just who it was. Geo Vacton grinned and then cocked his neck back. He then too left the room leaving a lot to be thought about. Who was he talking to? What did he mean by 'plan?' Who's plan was it anyway?
Crap
Shoot
Kain looked at the office of SilverHAWK and blinked. Once again he was booked in a crap match, and he couldn’t understand why. He had two choices. One was to knock politely, and talk to HAWK and see if he could get the match changed… OR he could barge in like a madman and blow his top at the authority and force his way into the match.
Plans
“Things are going to be different around here… starting tonight!” A voice is heard first, before the ACWtron comes to life; showing Osyrus in his street gear, with Isis laying on the couch as she clips her finger nails. She continues to clip away; finger nails flying all over the place as one piece of her nail, lands right in front of Osyrus.. who looks down at it disgusted.
FREAKING
HELL!
"FEAR FOR YOUR FREAKING LIFE!" the Janitors looked at ToK as if he was nuts, accepting the match against Jade tonight on Courage.
Family
"Family." A person that would step in the squared circle and look eye to eye with him in heat of the battle as the blood boiled with rage was now a meager family member. Though when the champion is down others will see it and fallow in his foot steps and Kain knew this. He knew if Ivan wasn't happy his performance would lack and the show would fallow right behind. After that what would become of the show and the rest of the roster? So he was going to be a friend. Making the right decision to not fight Dane Rivers would make it apparent that he just didn't have what it took to beat him, or so Dane would think. He just didn't know at this given time.
Jade
Vs. ToK
“Bad
Religion” by Godsmack
blared out and ToK
began to walk slowly
down the ramp towards
the ring. ToK received a
mixed reaction from the
crowd as he approached
the ringside. Climbing
in, he looked around
expecting Jade to
already be in there.
Noticing she wasn’t
made him a tad angry. As
his music was cut to an
abrupt halt and Jade’s
began to fade in, she
appeared on the ramp.
The crowd began to cheer
for her, and raised
signs with her name and
picture on them. No
emotion was visible on
her face as she walked
to the ring with
‘Unwanted’ by Avril
Lavigne on the system. Staring
at ToK all the way down,
she slid under the
bottom rope and jumped
up quickly. ToK stood in
the corner watching her,
and letting her have the
spotlight for a few
seconds, before charging
at her, and drop kicking
her in the back. Jade
flew across the mat and
rolled over staring up
at the big man who was
towering over top of her
at this moment. As he
goes to stomp on her
stomach, Jade rolled out
of the way, and
completely out of the
ring. ToK smiled and
motioned with his hand
for her to get back into
the ring and face him.
Jade gave him the finger
and climbed up the
stairs. The crowd
cheered and laughed at
ToK who went bright red
in the face. Jade
stepped through the
middle rope and
approached ToK, this
time with a bit more
caution. She kept an eye
on him and jumped out of
the way as he charged
her again. ToK hit
stopped just in time,
before hitting the
turnbuckle on the other
side of the ring. As he
turned around, Jade
kicked him in the
stomach and punched him
hard across the face
with a brutal left hook.
ToK shook it off slowly,
but Jade kept coming at
him.
She kicked him
again, then pinned him
in the corner, kneeing
him in the gut a few
times. As she backed
off, he dropped to his
knees and she hit him in
the back of his head
with her leg. ToK stayed
on the mat and held the
back of his head,
rolling around in pain.
Jade tried for the
pin..... ONE............ TWO............ THR..... NO!
ToK broke the cover,
throwing Jade off, and
onto her stomach across
the ring. ToK picked
Jade up by the neck and
tossed her to the ropes
where she bounced off
and landed back with her
neck in his hand again.
ToK choke slammed Jade
into the mat. Jade was
down for the count and
ToK went to make the
cover. ONE............ TWO............ And
Jade kicked out. ToK,
shocked out of his mind,
grabbed Jade by the
hair. He tossed her to
the corner, and charged
at her. Jade moved and
ToK hit the turnbuckle.
ToK landed hard on the
mat and Jade jumped on
top, hitting him several
times in the face with a
closed fist. Jade
got up and began to walk
around the ring for a
few seconds, then
quickly resumed her
position of laying the
beats down on ToK again.
She grabbed him by the
back of his neck and
whipped him into the
corner. Charging at him,
he put his leg up, and
kicked Jade in the
stomach. She backed off
and grabbed her
midsection with one
hand, holding onto the
ropes with the other. ToK
approached her, and
smacked her across the
face, flinging her
across the mat to the
ropes on the opposite
side. He hit her again
with a foot to the ribs,
and as she fell to the
mat, he continued to
stomp on her ribcage.
Jade rolled away between
stomps and pulled
herself up in the corner
of the ring.
ToK speared
Jade in the corner, and
whipped her across the
ring, to the other
corner. Charging at her,
she moved out of the way
at the last minute,
sending ToK to the
outside of the ring. ToK
laid on the mat outside,
and rolled around in
pain for a few seconds. Cheers
from the crowd could be
heard as Jade climbed
the turnbuckle. Standing
on the top rope, Jade
took at deep breath and
jumped off, landing hard
on ToK’s back with her
leg. The move looked
like it hurt more than
Jade thought, and she
jumped up grabbing her
knee in pain. ToK
grabbed his back and
rolled around some more.
Jade picked ToK up by
the back of his head
again, and rolled him
back into the ring.
Following him, she
pulled herself up onto
the apron and stepped
through the ropes. Dazed
and confused once again
ToK looked at Jade and
rushed over to her,
trying to connect with a
right hand to her face.
Jade blocked it and
kicked ToK in the groin.
ToK dropped to the mat
like a sack of potatoes.
Jade picked ToK
up and placed him on the
turnbuckle and backed up
a bit from him. She
charged at him executed
a picture perfect axe
handle body block.
ToK
went down hard on the
mat once again. Jade
jumped up on the top
rope in the corner
quickly and posed for a
second. She looked down
and leapt off flying
high in the air, and
coming down to land on
ToK. ToK moved quickly
out of the way, and Jade
hit the mat hard,
landing on her face.
Jade grabbed her head
and tried to get up, but
fell down again. ToK
took advantage and began
to stomp on Jade again.
He kicked her in the
back and then in the
ribs. Jade was flipped
onto her back, and
looked up at ToK. ToK
grabbed Jade by the hair
and flung her into the
corner. He began to
stomp her again and
lifted her up over his
head, throwing her
across the ring. Jade
landed hard on her back
and rolled around in
pain. ToK tried to
dominate and grabbed
Jade again, this time
tossing her outside the
ring. Jade landed hard
and rolled against the
guardrail. Fans hung
themselves over, trying
to touch her, but Jade
got up and stumbled to
the ring. ToK grabbed
Jade by the hair, and
pulled her over the top
rope, letting her smash
to the mat, then began
to work on her
midsection with blows to
the ribs. As
ToK was working on Jade,
El Janitors began to
emerge from the crowd.
The two of them walked
up to the ring and began
to cheer on ToK. ToK
stopped and charged the
ropes, nearly hanging
over the top one,
yelling at El Janitors.
The Howard and Morris
gave him each two thumbs
up and wide smiles.
As
ToK waved them off he
turned around right into
Jade, who went right
into a hand stand and
grabbed ToK by the neck,
flipping him over top of
her, and sending him to
the other side of the
ring. ToK almost slid
right outside the ring,
but grabbed the ropes
and caught himself. A
little dazed, he used
the ropes to help
himself up. Jade used
this moment to her
advantage, and kicked
him right, square in the
face. She charged at him
and drop kicked him
again, as he was trying
to regain his composure. ToK
stumbled again, and
landed on one knee. Jade
ran to the ropes and
before she could jump up
onto the second one,
Morris grabbed onto her
foot, causing her to
almost fall off. She
sneered at him, and
kicked him in the side
of the head with her
free foot.
She yelled at
the two of them for a
few seconds, and then
turned right into
another choke slam care
of ToK. Jade crawled to
the opposite corner and
pulled herself up. ToK
grabbed her and set her
on the top rope, then
pulled her up over his
head, sending her down
hard onto the mat. Jade
didn’t move. ToK
jumped down on top of
her and went for the
cover. ONE............ TWO............ THRE......... NO!
Jade got a shoulder up
just at the last second.
ToK, obviously
frustrated at this point
grabbed Jade by the hair
and flung her to the
other corner where El
Janitors were standing.
The two of them cheered
on ToK and kept giving
him the ‘thumbs up’
signals. Again he began
to yell at them to get
backstage.
Jade stumbled
out of the corner and
across to the middle of
the ring. She took the
opportunity, and lunged
at ToK, kicking him in
the back of the head,
sending him over the top
rope, and onto the hard
mats outside the ring.
ToK landed hard on his
back after doing a flip
in the air. Jade climbed
the ropes again, and
stood tall. As ToK
stumbled up, Jade jumped
off and grabbed his
neck, spinning into a
Hurricanrana, and took
ToK back down to the
mat. Jade crawled to
make the cover as the
referee jumped off the
mat to make the
pin....... ONE............ TWO............ Winner:
Jade
Numba'
One Nucka, Numba' One
Playa
The deaf heard the crowd boo as A*Dubbs appeared on screen with his trademark cocky smirk and eyes that no one would trust. He laughed slightly, beating a fist into his palm. "Yeah, yeah..." He spoke as he talked. "Yeah, yeah. It's mine. What I did last week is called preservin'. I preserved meh title. I preserved tha' shizzle fah whenevah I want it..." "Well, could you tell us just when that'll be?" An interviewer trailed behind Dubbs, trying desperately to keep up with his pace. Suddenly, Dubbs came to a stop and the interviewer took a hard bump into him. Dubbs laughed lightly, and then pushed the interviewer aside from him. "Heh, yeah, I gotz it ova here..." He checked his front pockets, nothing. "Where the fuck... Oh!" He slipped off his sneaker, and found nothing. He looked around, he seemed nervous. "Where the fuck iz 'dat shit?!" He checked his pockets again and again, nothing. The contract was gone. "Yo... Dawg.... I know you ain't take my shit. I know you ain't." Dubbs grabbed the reporter and shuck him.
The
Strange Alliance... Revealed
As a stream
of yellow ran down the interviewers leg, he screamed that he didn't have the match
contract in his
possesion. Dubbs threw him into the wall, and just as he let go of him... he found himself on the floor with him! Dante Inferno speared him into the wall and began an utterly relentless attack. The crowd, and A*Dubbs, were in complete shock! Inferno savagely lifted Dubbs and drove his skull into the wall. After that, he began kicking at his ribs and kneeing him in the stomach. Once bloody, Inferno locked a cobra clutch on Dubbs. Allen was defenseless. Vacton reached into his pocket and slowly unfolded a piece of paper which was instantly recognized as the Vacton
Vs Dubbs match contract. Dubbs was in shock.
Breath
of Fresh Exhaust.
Osyrus stared at HAWK, hands down on the desk, glaring. HAWK was standing on the other side, arms folded. It didn’t look as if there was any headway in either direction. “He has a
match...I knew you were
stupid, but I thought
you could at least be
able to read.” "Go
on..."
Glory
Days [Negative]
Joe Bishop. After all these years too, Bishop was now pushing fifty, still looked quite imposing…
with a cleanly buzzed
hair cut and a good-sized scar across left cheek line that held a very interesting story. This man, another one of the staff members that Boyd and Dunn had recruited, was currently on a search… a search for a man that he had being trying to track down for the last couple of shows, but with surprisingly poor results. Green mask? Thought Bishop for a sec, before the big man just decided to shake it off. Leave it to the Bishop to a finally receive a confessional on the past.
The
Chase [1]
The dressing room was quiet...
Wuss
– Part Three
Through the automatic sliding doors walked Scott Perry, shirtless, in an attempt to show off his tattoo, which he still thought was “cool”. As he walked down the hall people turned, pointed and laughed. He thought they where smiles of approval. He waved to fans on the way down the hall.
A*Dubbs
& Osyrus Vs. Jason Kain
The fans in the Baltimore, Maryland arena grew quiet before the words ‘One on One’, then seconds later, the face images of A*Dubbs and Jason Kain appeared on the ACWtron. They popped their approval, seeing that the anticipated match up from last week was finally going to take place. The ring announcer stood in the middle of the ring; shuffling through his cards as he was about to announce the combatants for the next match. The fans boo’d their hearts out as Osyrus pretended that his ribs were hurting too as he made the tag out to A*Dubbs, who darted into the ring and made the cover. One… Two… Kain barely kicked away at the last second, as the ref’s arm was coming down. Dubbs looked over to Osyrus; who was punching his hands into each other, Dubbs got the idea that the former champ was sending. Allen mounted Kain, slamming his fists into Kain’s face… left hand then right hand… back and fourth until the ref tried to break it up. The ref backed A*Dubbs into a near by corner; warning him about the closed fists, as his back was turned to Kain. That’s were Osyrus took advantage. Dubbs noticed what was going on.. pushing the ref out of the way as he nailed Kain in the back of the head with an elbow smash. But the elbow smash didn’t seem to affect Kain much; quickly turning in Dubbs’ direction as the two men brawled in the middle of the ring. The ref ushered Osyrus out of the ring as Dubbs backed Kain into a corner, slapping Jason’s chest hard with open handed chops. Each time a chop connected… the crowd whoo’d in unison. Dubbs turned to the crowd; taunting the crowd, with Kain’s chest beet red… Kain didn’t like to be shown up; grabbing Dubbs by his head, throwing him in the corner and returned the favor with more intense chops of his own. And you could bet that the fans loved the battle of the chops, that was going on. He lifted Kain up for the third suplex, but was blocked by Kain’s left leg being wrapped on Osyrus’ right leg. Osyrus tried again; which in turn was blocked again. Isis could be heard yelling encouragement to her man as Osyrus countered the block with a punch into Kain’s rib cage.. followed by the third vertical suplex. When he got back to his feet; Osyrus extended his arms outward… no one could deny his claims at being a technical marvel in the ring, as he tagged out and A*Dubbs came back in. Getting up to one knee… Dubbs flipped the script so to speak, with a running drop kick that landed flush into Kain’s chest. Osyrus applauded; the audience boo’d… Dubbs continued the pressure. Allen grabbed both of Kain’s legs, pulling him into the center of the ring, where he applied a Boston crab… Kain was a long way from the ropes. Every time Dubbs pulled on Jason’s legs, Kain screamed out in pain.. but never said he wanted to give up, when the ref asked him. Jason continued to fight to get free. His determination made the fans rally behind him more; each time he got closer to the ropes, dragging Dubbs’ weight on his back… the more ‘they’ knew who could escape and over come these odds. Two…
Three. Winner:
A*Dubbs
and Osyrus
Wuss
– Part Four (Scott
discovers a mirror)
Scott
Perry walked along the
hall whistling, until he
reached a pine door. He
stopped whistling and
looked up at the
nameplate on the door.
He scratched his head.
Question
Time
These
days, HAWK was a busy
busy man, there was no
doubt about that. He had
underestimated the job
by a great deal, and he
thanked his lucky stars
for the other 4 men that
Dunn and Boyd had
employed as the duo left
their federation in
supposed
"safe" hands. But one
thing SilverHAWK didn't
need...was this. Agent
Hawthorn. "Mr.
HAWK, what was your
overall opinion of Ethan
Winters?" "Human
garbage." HAWK
wanted this over...and
quickly. "Human
garbage?" "Yes...the
man had no feelings
towards anyone or
anything, unless it was
green, paper based, and
had a dead man on it's
front. He took ACW for a
ride, and excuse my
language, but he skull
fucked it to the next
century." "Do
you have any idea who
would be out to get him
Mr. HAWK?" One
thing Hawthorn was not,
was subtle with his
questions...and he
expected the same back
in reply. "I'll
tell you this...if
Winters went through his
other business' with the
non regard he had with
ACW, I'm sure he would
have made a lot of
enemies along with the
way officer...and hell,
there's no doubt he
deserved to be where he
is today, the man as I
said was human garbage,
and it looks like my labeling
of him isn't that far
away from his current
state huh?" "Mr.
HAWK, would you say you
have a grudge with
him?" "No
doubt, and I see what
your getting at Officer
so I'll answer your next
question. No, I didn't
have anything to do with
his death, I was in the
arena all night and
really didn't have any
cause to go out and have
the man killed did
I?" Agent Hawthorn
looked down at his
notepad... "He
did fire you, did he
not?" "Yeah,
but so did Vince
McMahon, do you see him
lying dead in Titan
Towers? Listen...I know
that you're doing your
job, but I don't really
see how ANYONE on the
ACW payroll could have
been involved in this,
you said plain and
simple that it looked
like it was a mugging of
some sort..." As Agent
Hawthorn looked to ask
another question, there
was a knock on HAWK's
door, as Jimmy Gonz
peeked his head through
the door. "HAWK,
you gotta see who Alias
is going up
against..." "OK...Agent
Hawthorn, if you'll
excuse me I have a
federation to run, can
we maybe continue this
after the show? You're
welcome to any spare box
in the arena, free of
charge." "I
might just do
that..." As HAWK
left the office, Agent Hawthorn
packed away his notepad
and pen as his brain
ticket over...he then
pulled out a photograph
from his jacket pocket
and looked it over. "We'll
resume
this...later."
ACW
Television Title Match
“Not Over”. Alias rolls over and makes the cover.
One!
Two!
Thre- kicks out.
Alias shakes his head a little in growing frustration, then brings the fWo superstar to his feet. He grabs him by the head and runs him towards the ropes, then tosses him over. Alias slides out himself, but is caught by Dragon, who slams his head into the apron, dazing him. Dragon then slides back into the ring and runs into the ropes. As Alias regains his senses, Dragon leaps out.
Springboard
Plancha.
CRASH! Winner:
Alias
The
Chase [2]
The doors to the parking collapsed under the force of 108192's viscious kick. He barged through the opening like a fat kid trying to get at a cupcake. All of his momentum was halted though, as he dropped to his knees, and was overcome by an expression of sheer, unrelenting terror.
Wuss
– Part Five
Jimmy Hendrix – Cocaine – A classic song, one noticeable by all, and the new entrance music for Scott Perry. Scott Perry wasn’t waiting for a match; he wasn’t even booked this week. What was he waiting for?
ACW
World Heavyweight Championship Match It
had not been an immensely
built up match, but some
would say that it could
be one of the best ACW
matches to date. In one
corner you have what
some would say is one of
the most dominating ACW
superstars. With an unbelievable
win-to-loss record, it
would be a surprise to
most that this would in
fact be his very first
ACW World Championship
Match.
In
the other corner you
have a champion of huge
potential. ICU won the
title against Osyrus a
few months back, but
since then has been
involved in a huge
battle to try and save
his mother federation,
and this would be his
first title defense in
over a month. Some say
that he hasn't done
enough to justify
himself as a credible
World Champion, but
tonight, if he were to
leap over this
hurdle...nobody could
argue that he is worthy
of such a title.
As
if taking a leaf out of
his opponents book,
Dante Inferno pulled the
curtain to the side and
moved out into the ramp
way. His arrival was
greeted by jeers and
boo's by the Baltimore
crowd, as he walked down
the aisle and leapt into
the ring. He snarled at
the fans nearby as they
took souvenir photo's of
a dominating figure in
Inferno, but his focus
was on the ramp, as soon
was the rest of the
arena's.
The
arena shook as ICU
stormed down the ring
with the World Title
swaying in his grasp, he
was never a man to
mingle with the fans
during his matches, but
as he walked down the
ramp the fans reached
for his and most of the
time he complied as they
touched him in the
shoulders and arms as he
made his way to the
ring.
Dropping
the title at his feet he
slid into the ring,
ICU's first action of
the match was to duck a
devastating clothesline
from Inferno, who seemed
to be wanting this match
to be over and done with
quickly. ICU dodged the
bullet however and soon
rebounded off the
opposite ropes, before
springing off of them
and hitting Inferno in
the jaw with a forearm
smash.
Inferno
was quick on his feet,
but he was soon met by
the hands of the
Champion, as ICU pushed
him into the corner and
began to dismantle the
challenger with right
hands to the face. ICU
hit Inferno with a
couple of knee's to the
gut to try and soften
his opponent up for a
bigger move, as he
whipped Inferno to the
other side of the ring
the clatter of the
connection with the ring
corner was apparent.
However, as ICU began to
charge at the
challenger, he was aware
enough to slid himself
out of the corner,
leaving the champion to
be acquainted with the
turnbuckle himself, and
as ICU bounced back off
of the turnbuckle,
Inferno yanked him down
to the mat with a harsh
neckbreaker.
Inferno
picked himself up to his
feet before pulling on
the hair of the champion
to raise him to his
feet...one thing Dante
Inferno was not, was
subtle. After ICU got to
his feet, the challenger
chucked him over the top
rope as ICU fell on the
outside mats, in a heap.
The referee not wanting
to spoil the match,
didn't start a count, so
the mayhem could commence.
As
Inferno dropped to the
outside, he hovered
around to try and find
something to help him
gain an advantage, and
he did that in the
railings going around
the ring. He dug his
fingers into one of the
foam spacing and then
ripped it off, to reveal
and harsh metal mesh
underneath, which would
be perfect for ripping
the champions back
apart.
ICU
was now withering on his
feet, but he soon keeled
over as Inferno shoved a
knee in his midsection,
before throwing him into
the unforgiving
protective wall circling
the ring. The barrier
shook as ICU screamed
out in pain as the mesh
dug into his back. ICU
slumped down on the
floor, lying on his side
as Inferno picked him up
for a re-take, which
looked just as bad.
Inferno
adjusted his wrist tape
before picking ICU up
for yet another slam
into the wall, but this
time, things didn't go
to plan. As Inferno
looked to slam ICU into
the wall yet again, the
champion held on for
dear life before
reversing the move, but
Inferno didn't have
enough time to turn
himself so that his back
would take the brunt of
the impact. Instead he
moved on head first,
with only his hands
being able to absorb any
of the impact, the rest
was taken by his neck,
shoulders and his
forehead.
The
impact caused the wall
to move at least a
quarter of a foot back
the way, as the fans
nearby pulled their
knees and feet back to
avoid injury, as Inferno
lay on the padded mat in
a heap, holding his
forehead, the reason of
which was soon apparent.
Inferno rolled over as a
steam of blood passed by
his eyes and ears onto
the floor, first blood
had gone to the
champion, and he was
soon going to work on
it.
ICU
seemed to take a turn as
his eyes bulged at the
great chance to really
hurt his challenger, as
he took Inferno's head
and scraped it against
the metal mesh, Inferno
wound was pried open as
the blood flow began to
become more intense by
the second, until the
time when ICU moved
away, it was turning
into a bloodbath on the
outside were Inferno was
lying. The referee, whom
was not counting,
pleaded with ICU to
bring it back into the
ring to avoid any
serious injury, but this
was ICU's chance to hit
the monster were it
hurt.
ICU
pulled Inferno to his
feet, and it was
unlikely that Dante knew
what was going on at
this point, but as ICU
dragged him to the
corner of the ring
before slamming his head
into the metal pole
which held the
turnbuckle. It was such
a direct move that it
shocked most people in
the crowd as Inferno
dropped to his knee,
half conscious, he
touched his forehead
with his fist and then
peered down at the
blood, before looking up
at ICU as if to ask
"why?", to
which the champion
answered with a huge
right hand which sent
Inferno, and his blood
sprayed over the mat.
The
champion pulled Dante to
his feet, before
slugging him into the
ring, as at this point
Inferno was not
complying with anything
or anybody, but in a
strange turn of events,
as ICU pinned Inferno...
1...
2...
...
...
Kickout?
Dante
shoulder burst almost
out of it's socket as he
kicked out, a small
contingent of the crowd
cheering, as every heel
has some fans you must
remember. ICU looked
down at the puddle of
blood which had already
formed under Inferno's
head, but he then knew
how to finish it...
ICU
got to his feet and then
signaled that it was
going to be all over,
the Critical Condition
was on it's way. ICU
stalked Inferno was the
challenger began to
move, the champion kept
his angles so that at
the precise moment, he
could hoist up the
challenger and finish it
one and for all. Inferno
staggered to his knees
and then to his feet,
before turning straight
into the champions clutches.
ICU
grabbed and then lifted
the challenger up onto
his shoulders, but
somehow, Inferno managed
to wrangle himself clean
of the move. Whether it
was the sheer size of
Inferno that the
champion couldn't keep
him up, we will never
know, but as Inferno
dropped to his feet, he
hoisted ICU in the air
and then brought him
down with a bang, with
an x-factor type move.
ICU
rolled over on his back
as he shook the cobwebs
away, as nearby Inferno
was sitting up, trying
to mop the blood up with
his wrist tape...to no
avail however. Inferno
was the first to his
feet, but he was soon
met by a stiff right
hand from the champion,
whom was pissed at not
hitting the CC on
Inferno. Inferno however
hit back with his own
right hand, and then a
knee to the gut which
gave him the chance to
begin some much needed
offense of his opponent.
Inferno
pushed ICU to the ropes
and then with an Irish
whip sent him in the
other direction, his
attempted clothesline
missed, as ICU ducked
and then moved to the
other side. Inferno had
learnt his lesson it had
seemed from the start of
the match, as before ICU
knew it, Inferno was on
him with a less than
perfect Samoan drop to
the canvas. Inferno went
for the cover...
1...
2...
Kickout.
Inferno
quickly hopped to ICU's
head and placed him in a
headlock, it would be a
breather for him as well
as a decent move to try
and squeeze some energy
out of the Champion, ICU
used the crowd however
to pump himself up, as
the arena clapped in
unison with the
champion, Inferno and
ICU were soon both on
their feet. ICU tried to
push Inferno off against
the ropes, but Inferno
didn't budge an inch,
again he tried but
Inferno was not moving,
instead he applied more pressure
to ICU's head.
Backdrop.
Inferno
was folded up like an accordion
as ICU slung him back
with a backdrop. Inferno
was up however, but was
soon meeting the canvas
once again as ICU hit
him with a clothesline.
Inferno
on his feet...
And
another clothesline.
Inferno
on his feet...
Hip
toss.
Inferno
on his feet...
Lariat.
Inferno
on his feet...
SPEAR!
ICU
jumped to his feet and
yelled out as the fans
in the arena applauded
the one sided exchange,
but the fact of the
matter was Inferno was
almost broken in half by
the spear, add that to
his head injury...it was
over.
1...
2...
3!
...
...
...
...
Don't
think so...
The
arena grumbled in shock
as Inferno kicked out
before the three, ICU
shook his head as he
pulled Inferno to his
feet and then pulled him
into the corner. He
softened up the
challenger even more
with three hard right
hands to the face before
lifting him up to the
top rope...a superplex
was in mind for the
champion, but he wasn't
going to be able to do
it. With the blood
stains all over him now,
Inferno kicked the
champion off the second
rope as he tried to
climb up, and instead,
as ICU got back to his
feet, Inferno leapt off
the top rope and
connected with a cross
body...
ICU
reversal... 1... 2... Kickout! ICU was quickly on his feet, pulling Inferno to his as well. ICU smacked Inferno in the face with three right hands before whipping him to the ropes. ICU attempt at a clothesline was ducked by Inferno as he sped on to the other side of the ring. As Dante turned, he tried a page out of ICU's book, as a flying forearm smash looked on the card, until that is ICU ducked out of the way and the referee took the brunt of the impact, before falling out of the ring and leaving this match in doubts of ever ending. Inferno peered down on the mat as the referee lay motionless, a state which he would share with the official in 2-3 seconds. Inferno turned around to look to try and finish this match, only for a boot to the gut to stop him in his tracks, a hoist up on ICU's shoulders to make him dizzy and a Critical Condition to knock him the fuck out....meanwhile.
Inside
The Mind of a Lunatic
"Dante...wake up" Inferno's eye's shot open, but they soon closed again, as his pupils couldn't handle the intensity of the light that bore down towards him. "Is this...heaven?" "Far from it my friend...this...is your mind." The voice could only come from one man, the man whom had made himself acquitted with the professional wrestling life as he traveled around the country...keeping Dante "safe". Inferno's eye's slowly opened, as each second passed, the intensity of the light began to numb, and he, sat up, to see Simli, standing before him. Dressed in all black, Simli stood out in the purest of white rooms. Inferno looked him up and down before rubbing his neck after that Critical Condition...but then his eyes began to play tricks on him...as no blood poured from his wound. His eyes did not lie, as he touched his forehead with his hand, no blood appeared, a questioning look to Simli would give the answers. "To put it bluntly Dante...you're unconscious, but this seemed to be the only way that I would be able to get your attention, as you are in need a drastic help my friend. You're cause...your mother...have you forgotten it all?" Dante looked puzzled. "Of course not...what do you mean by that?" "This match...you do know that if you win this belt, your life will change forever. The powers have foreseen, that you will not meet your mother again, if you win this title...and that I leave you with." "But..." Suddenly, Simli disappeared...and then a piercing thud of noise shot through Inferno's head, as he was brought back to full consciousness.
ACW
World Heavyweight Championship Match
The substitute referee made the count, as ICU lay on top of the challenger... 1... ICU hooked the leg. 2... ICU looked down at Inferno's face...only to see two eye's pointing right back at him. Ivan's first instinct was to get up and make Inferno close them again, but for now he lay, as the referee made the third and final count. 3! The bell rang as ICU pulled himself away from the challenger to then receive his belt from the official, Inferno was now lying on his side, the stream of blood had now calmed down, but the mat and his skin was stained with his own blood, not for the first time, and not for the last. ICU hoisted his title in the air as he had finally defended the ACW World Championship against someone credible...and beat him. But as ICU was about to leave the ring, he looked up at the rampway, to see Dane Rivers, who held a folder in his hand. He held it to his face and then pointed to it, as the bigScreen picked it up, it was ICU's file...but then A*Dubbs shot out from the back, as he belted his way towards the ring...he made it clear that he had no business with the Champion, before sliding in the ring and continuing his negotiations with the ACW World Champion. Dubbs then turned around, to be met with a right hand by Inferno, who in the corner of his eye had seen him coming all the way down the ramp, and had decided to play possum for his amusement. Dubbs hit back with his own right hand, until the mayhem commenced as both men began rolling around the canvas...as ICU stared as Rivers... Winner: AND STILL ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, ICU
What
Has He Done?
"God
dammit, can't we keep
these little fuckers
under control?"
SilverHAWK spat as he
screamed walking up the
arena corridors, being
accompanied by Joe
Bishop and John Stern,
the three men were
making their way towards
the ring to try and stop
the mayhem which was
going on outside. "Excuse
me, Mr. HAWK?" HAWK
turned around to see
Agent Hawthorn jogging
up to him...but HAWK
didn't seem to be
stopping. "I've
got a little business to
attend to and then I'll
be right with you." "I'm
sorry sir but I need to
talk to you now, I have
a plane that leaves in
30 minutes...so if you
would please." HAWK
then slowed to a stop. "You
two go and fix this,
gimme 5 minutes,"
as he waved both Stern
and Bishop to the ring,
he then turned to
Hawthorn. "OK,
Hawthorn, what questions
do you wanna ask me
now?" "No
questions...just
this." Hawthorn
then pulled out a
photograph from his
jacket pocket, and then
showed it to HAWK. It
was a picture of the
crime scene involving
Winters. His car in an
alley way, which was
filled with police tape
and policemen. HAWK
looked puzzled. "What
are you showing me this
for?" "I
would have said the same
thing the other day sir,
until I found him." "Who?" Hawthorn
pointed at a man whom
stood in the corner of
the shot, away from
everyone else...but he
was definitely shifty
looking. With spiky
hair, a decent few days
growth on his face and a
cigarette in his mouth,
he watched over the
crime scene, unnoticed,
or so he though. "Do
you know who this man
is?" HAWK
looked at it
closer...until a light
bulbs started to burst
in his head. He had
changed...but it was
him. "Yeah
I know who it is...dunno
what the hell he is
doing there
though." "Who
is it?" "It's
Jarrod Falls..." Hawthorn
looked at the picture
once again. "Does
he have a wrestling
name?" "Yeah...eXistenZ."
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