All-Star Championship Wrestling

- - [April 20th 2003] - -
Broadcasting LIVE! from Knoxville, TN at 10/9 p.m. CT

PREVIOUSLY... After last week's supposed "Best Ever Courage", the new ACW regime has left this card totally unknown until the last minute to try and spark some of the surprise element into the show. With other federations building towards their biggest PPV's of the year, ACW must try and do something to make sure that for one their fan base doesn't drop over the next 2-3 weeks, and that they show that they can come up against some of the best federations the world has to offer.

A Champion's reVenge

4:58 pm

The preparations appear to be set as an entire congregation of media staff murmured freely amongst themselves. Each secular news team, readily armed themselves to the teeth with a battery of 'journalistic ammunition'.

Positioned several feet from the front row, the elevated podium and staging area partially obscured the view of the massive All-Star Championship Wrestling logo clad banner.

5 o’clock

A periodical series of camera flashes flickered about with great intensity as the champion took his first step through the bluish colored curtain. Through the watchful eye of his own flesh in blood, Dane shortly filed out sitting himself accordingly.

Ivan sat there with the occasional nonchalant gaze into the discriminating eyes while gathering his thoughts. This was the penalty of being the world champion; You are faced with the proverbial “firing squad”. All of them looking forward to the chance to lay in some cheap pop shots at one’s ego and abilities. These media spin doctors are all the same. If given the chance to embellish and distort the truth, they’ll leave nothing to the imagination.

“Any questions…”

Taking command of the opening presentation, the master of ceremonies gave his opening remarks before opening the floor for questions. A collage of paper, pens and tape recorders, were raised into the air. One of the more feminine hands, prompted Damon to point in her direction. A light skinned Amazon, with auburn curls, presented her argument in a professional manner.

“Thank you. George Carmel from Wrestling Fanatics…now Ivan it has been rumored that since you have become champion many in the backstage area feel as if your not capable of being the champion. Is this true and if so what are you plans to prove them wrong?”

Ivan looked into the direction of George with an empty look in his eye.

“Well to be honest with you all, there has been some opinions tossed up in the air that me being champion is holding ACW from gaining any ground on promotions such that of Action Wrestling or any other promotion out there, but to me opinions are for everyone. They have there’s and I have mine. It’s just a matter of proving there opinion wrong…”

“And how do you plan to do that Mr. Unger?” With being anxious for an answer George blurted out another question before Ivan could even finish.

Ivan cupped his hand around the microphone gazing out in the vicinity of the media. Almost looking at each and every person Ivan came up with his response.

“I’m going to do what any other normal person would do. That’s become a fighting champion and to prove that ratings won’t fall as me as champion but will raise.”

George then sat down with no further questions and Ivan presided him. Dane was up next as he vigorously stepped up to the podium giving the media vicious look of aggression.

“Any questions for your next champion...” Dane came out bluntly of what he thought about the match up between him and Ivan and that was he knew he was going to win.

As the media went haywire Dane pointed out a luscious yet fruity lady that seemed to be looking quite lovely this afternoon but Dane had other plans for it. He knew a lady such as this was weak in her opinions that he could easily get away with overstating her and making his opinion right.

“Dane, it has come to my attention that you and Ivan have the same mother…”

Dane cut her off at the chance of her speaking anything more about family matters, because he didn’t care if it was family or not. He wanted that title and that’s all he cared about.

“Next question, because this is pointless to ask me how I feel about it. He can be family if he wants to be but the fact is Dane is the better son and he is the worst of all. You see when Ivan became champion people learned that it was a huge mistake, and a failure to even consider him as a champion. A fighter with such prestige needs to have a background of such prestige in which he doesn’t. He has become the worthless son that his mother never wish he had…”

In that comment Ivan was in heat of battle and aggression boiled through his veins as he sprang up ready for a fight.

“You want it bitch.” Ivan preceded to yell as Dane just backed away not wanting to fight here at this given point, but he did happen to have other ideas.

“I tell you what Ivan…since we already have a match come Pain or Pleasure and it’s going to be my pleasure of giving you the likes of pain that you have never experienced before in your life, but I’ll give you one up just to prove to you and everyone else who the bigger brother truly is.”

Ivan still wanted a piece of him and so did everyone else in the room because they were tired of his antics and his misdemeanor attitude.

“Oh yeh, what’s that…” Ivan huffed as he was out of breath as enforcements held his body back.

“I’m going to let you pick a stipulation to the match just so I can beat you at your own game.”

Ivan retreated his aggression as he had pondered his idea for the stipulation and gave it to him quite quickly.

“Alright, you want to beat me at my own game then…fine.” Ivan was going to be retreating more then what one had thought at first as he was going to go back to his old days, fighting in a federation in which last not only a few months but it was a promotion that was conquered by tribulations of the unlikely kind.

“This match will be a cage match…Ah but not just any cage match. A reVenge style cage match in which there will be no ring and the cage will be the only thing that stops us crashing the whole arena. So be prepared for a battle of the likes that which you have never seen.”

Storming off the stage Ivan was ready for a fight and Dane didn’t know what to think. He was going into a fight that he had started but was now thinking of the facts that he might not be able to finish it.

Limited Resources

It had not been the best of week's for SilverHAWK, ever since seeing that picture at the tail end of last week's Courage, it had plagued his mind to just what eXistenZ was doing at the crime scene that night. However, as the old saying said, the show must go on, and as SilverHAWK sat in his office with Joe Bishop, they spoke about the matches that had been signed for the night.

"So we've got what? 2-3 definite matches then..."

"Yeah boss..."

It had been something that had plagued them since the start of their reign, the size of the roster. At this moment in time there was less than 16 active wrestlers in ACW, which was definitely not good enough for a full time federation which was trying to break the big time.

"It's just not working," Joe exclaimed as he sat back in his chair. "We've got a good handful of talent, but it's not enough to get the cards we want each week, we want at least 5-6 matches a show, not 3, it puts too much pressure on the writing team to fill 45 minutes of the show."

HAWK looked up in agreement as Jimmy Gonz entered the fray...looking rather happy.

"What you so happy about?" Bishop asked as he looked up at Gonz...who was now back into his usually attire, black Harley Davidson t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"I've just got another match to add to the card, that's all...this Alias gimmick is working rather well..."

Bishop and HAWK looked at each other in confusion, as they waited for the participants in the match...

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Who is he fighting?"

"Can't tell you...tis a secret." Gonz said as a huge smile spread over his face, as he patted Bishop in the back and then left

"I can see this 5 man partnership is gonna work smoothly..." HAWK said as they marked down another match for the card.

Alias Vs. ?????

Until Next Time

Jade rested on the couch in her and Jason Kain’s dressing room. He paced back and forth like he always did before the show, and Jade just watched him intently.

Her knee was bandaged up once again after the brutal attack ToK put on her in the unaired segment of Courage. She also had bandaged ribs and an arm in a sling as a result.

Jason looked furious as he continued from one side of the room back to the other. Jade just smiled intently to herself, as she watched Jason clench his fists at his sides.

“That sonofabitch didn’t even get suspended. That attack was totally uncalled for, and you bloody know it...” Jason stopped to look at Jade who hadn’t moved in a long time, but remained with the same coy smile on her face.

“I never said anything Jae. I’m not arguing with you about this.” She just looked up at him, still not changing her facial features.

“Then why the hell aren’t you pissed off? God knows I am. That dickhead shouldn’t have walked away from this situation with only a fine. Yeah, we all know he can pay the damn thing, so why shouldn’t he be punished more?” He looked at her, still smiling. “WHY AREN’T YOU MAD!?”

Jade just shook her head back and forth slowly. Closing her eyes and still smiling. “Jae...” She opened her eyes and looked at him. There was a slight glint of mystery behind the walls of her sparkling jewels. “You know he’s not going to get away with this. He’s going to get his punishment, but it won’t be by the CEO or anyone else. It’s going to be by me.”

Kain looked at Jade with a raised eyebrow. “You’re in no position to fight Jade. Let me do it.”

Half smiling, Jade just looked up at Kain. She pushed herself to the edge of the couch and stood up, favoring her knee. Walking towards Kain, who instantly met her half way, she wrapped her hands around his neck and held on for dear life. “Honey, listen. I’ll be fine. I just need to ice my knee, and it’ll be fine. My arm doesn’t even need this stupid sling anymore...”

Kain cut her off by pushing slightly on her ribs. She winced a bit. “And what about these?” He lifted up her sweatshirt, and revealed the bandages. “You can’t even have me push on them without it hurting.”

Jade pushed his hand away. “I’ll be fine. I only want to have a rematch with that little shithead at PoP. I’ll be fine by then.” Jade just looked at Jason, who was staring down at her with disbelief. “Jae, I know you want to help me hon, but I know I can do this. I can fight my own battles. But hey, if you want a piece of him at say, next week’s Courage...I couldn’t stop you.” She winked at him and kissed his cheek. “But until next week...who knows what could happen!”

An Army Stretched To The Bones... :(

The doors to the arena opened dramatically. A gush of wind swept up a few pieces of paper laying about on the flaw, as the footsteps of two men were heard. Well, one man and one boy. They were the last hope of the Army now, and on this night, the fate of another one of theirs hung in the balance.

Janitor Morris and 006.392 stepped into the premises of the arena, leaderless. And realising what a big test awaited Morris. 006.392 didn't have anything to do, as usual, but he was going to be at ringside to support his mates. Quinton was still out with the nasty food poisoning, hence... the Army was stretched to the bones.

The bare bones.

Howard was in the clutches of 108192, as part of his bitter feud with Quincy. El Janitors had maybe gone too far, destroying the one thing that made 108192 human. That made him emote, vulnerable... an actual person. Now, it was as if a beast had been unleashed from within. Shades of the beast had been revealed, but now... everybody was witnessing the real deal.

Morris shook his head, as 006.392 tried to console him. It was a challenge with a insurmountable odd. A janitor, against a former convict? Almost a no-brainer there, really. But Janitor M was gonna try his hardest.

He had the crowd behind him.

He had 006.392 behind him.

He had Howard's face etched in his memory to spur him on.

He had the motivation of Quincy May playing over and over and over again in his head.

This was ground zero. A chance of a lifetime for Morris. To prove to May that he was indeed worthy of a spot in the Army. To everyone out there, who were digging his charisma and the way he warmed everyone's hearts. To Howard, who was probably his best friend at the moment. To 006.392 who looked up to Janitor M like a perverted uncle. And most importantly, to himself.

For the live he has lived, has been ridden with regrets. He couldn't afford to lose anyone else dear to him. He just couldn't risk it.

The trauma... would kill him.

"I WILL FREAKING RESCUE HOWARD! AND QUINTON'S ARMY WILL FREAKING REIGN SUPREME AGAIN!"

Do you believe? 006.392 seemed to think so. He patted the back of Janitor M as they approached their locker room. One that was empty. Eeriely, and shockingly. QA was usually bustling with life, in the locker-room and in the boiler room, where the meetings were held. But now, everything was awry. ToK was in a world of trouble. Ron was missing, it seemed. Quincy was down with the sickness. Howard had been kidnapped.

Morris & 006.392 had to change that. But could they?

*shrug*

The Apology Which Turned Sour.

"I'm sorry, Jade. I'm sorry for attacking you. I really am."

SilverHAWK nodded, as he watched Jade frown. The atmosphere in his office had suddenly become very uneasy. ToK was given the chance to either apologize, or be fired. He only got this chance due to intervention from girlfriend, Amber, and friend Quinton May. The suspension itself had been hard on ToK & Amber, with the bills that had to be paid.

But if SilverHAWK thought things were bad already, wonder what must have raced through his head as Jason Kain kicked down the door to his office and stormed inside, his eyes burning with rage.

"TOK, YOU BASTARD! YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON MY GIRL?!"

"Kain, stop! I can fight my own battles, okay? Plus, he's already apologized... no use dragging it any longer."

"What are you going to do about it Kain?"

"ME AND YOU NEXT WEEK, DAMN IT! LET'S SETTLE IT ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

"YOU'RE ON!"

"Jason, what the hell? Did you not hear what I just said? I can stand up for myself, I don't need anyone to fight my battles. I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself, like I've always done!"

"Let's get out of here, baby!"

*SLAM*

SilverHAWK blinked, not quite believing what had just transpired. It all happened so quickly. ToK apologized, Jade frowned, Kain stormed in and cursed at ToK, Jade told her boyfriend to back off, Kain ignored her and listened as ToK taunted him. And the result? Kain challenged his girlfriend's attacker to a match on next week's edition of Courage. Following that, Jason grabbed The Jaded One and exited the office.

ToK looked at SilverHAWK and sniggered, before he too left.

Ah, the pleasures and pressures of being in charge, heh? Looks like SilverHAWK has gotten more silver hair, heh.

108192 Vs Morris

Morris was already in the ring as ACW returned from commercials, with 006.392 lurking outside the ring. Both men had their eyes transfixed on the figure of 108192 staggering out without any music whatsoever, and the hail of jeers that accompanied him. Not many took great pleasure in watching the X Convict playing around with their favourite group of misfits, Quinton's Army.

Of course, 108192 had a guest he was dragging down the ramp. The prize of the match, really.

Janitor Howard. Bound and gagged. And looking tremendously beat up. Bruises, cuts, the whole nine yards. Almost as if 108192 had used the old man as a battering ram or something. Janitor M's nostrils flared in anger, but he kept his cool.

More than could be said for 006.392 though.

He lost it and ran around the ring, making a beeline for 108192. Who let go of Howard's shit and kicked 006.392 in the face, hard, before tugging away at Howard's hair and sending him flying into the steel-steps.

Morris growled and clenched his fists. Nobody had the right to treat his friend that way.

108192 grinned as he slithered into the ring, and immediately ran at Morris, who also ran at 108192. Of course, the latter was quicker and ducked Janitor M's clothesline attempt, before unleashing a terrific superkick. Morris fell to the mat and the crowd hushed, for what they had expected was coming through. It was gonna happen sooner or later, they thought, but resistance was expected.

Instead, 108192 was having his cake and eating it. He know began to stomp away mercilessly at Janitor M, who cried out everytime the X Convict smashed his foot into his chest. He was 45 years old, he didn't need this kind of violence. So, 108192 stopped the stomping, picking Morris up and punched him in the face, before kicking him in the gut... and connecting with a ferocious DDT. The kind that made Janitor M twitch as he lay on the canvas, defeated.

Match was as good as over;

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

NO WAY! JANITOR MORRIS KICKED OUT!

The fans cheered in shock, not believing their eyes. Morris kicked out? 108192 was enraged, as he pulled his opponent up and whipped him into the turnbuckle, face first. The impact saw Morris stagger backwards and right into the waiting arms of the X Convict, who surely must have thought that he would have been celebrating right now. Instead, he found the time to drill Morris with a punishing move.

One that silenced the fans.

A spinning German suplex. One that knocked Morris out cold. And this time, the cover was academic;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!

It was over. As expected, 108192 had come out victorious and apparently, he had possession of Janitor Howard, who was struggling to get free outside. The X Convict wasn't smiling, however. Instead, he rolled out of the ring and sneered at the announcers, whilst grabbing a steel chair. Climbing back inside, he cracked the chair over the referee's head, who was merely checking on Janitor Morris.

And then, just when it seemed that Morris was next to receive a chairshot, a saviour appeared. One everybody was waiting to see.

"Smoke Two Joints" by Sublime.

QUINTON MAY~~!

He ran down to the ring as quickly as he could and caught 108192 off-guard, who tried to swing the chair at The Dictator as he slid into the ring. Quincy looked extremely sharp, however, as he jumped in the air and dropkicked the chair back into the X-Convict's face.

MEGA POP.

108192 rolled out of the ring in agony, and made his escape through the crowd, who were going wild right now. Quinton May was back, and the Army was reunited once again. 006.392 had recovered by now, and was untying Howard, while Morris struggled to his feet, overjoyed with his leader's return. The original Army was back together once again...

And this time, Quinton May looked more ready to fight 108192 as ever before. His eyes met his enemy's, and May grinned.

He was back. Playtime was officially over.

Winner: 108192

A 21W Legend becomes ACW Spectator

Sat on the front row in the rear left hand corner sits the massively famous 21W superstar, Tyke. He has come to watch Courage with his three-year-old son, Robbie. The two had been enjoying the night thus far, Tyke wore a Scott Perry T-shirt, the newest version. On the font it read “Momma said knock you out”, on the reverse it read “Scott Perry” in large letters.

Tyke’s career at 21W has been one reigned with success, from his first title, the 21W Cruiserweight title Won at Mortal Mayhem on the 7th August 2001, to the 3 tag team title championships he has held to the most recent success, the 21W United title, won on the 10th October last year.

Previous to 21W Tyke had been no stranger to success, numerous titles and awards at numerous other federations. Tyke is a current team member of the “British Lions”, tagging up with Coby Wright.

Tyke is a role model to young aspiring children, who look to him as some form of super-hero. Children around the arena could be seen wearing his T-shirts, and this was not even a 21W event. His child, Robbie wore the newly released Tyke T-shirt, available in all good clothing stores nationwide.

Robbie, now aged three is the spawn of John “Tyke” Harvey and Katie “Jordan” Harvey. Katie died on the Christmas of 2001 of breast cancer, leaving John to bring up his beautiful son by himself. Now John “Tyke” Harvey’s girlfriend, Lisa Cain is expecting John’s second child...but as the show went on, Tyke's young son got to his feet as the first match was about to start.

Some Things Never Change

As the first match of the night had just wrapped up, Joe Bishop had left the office and was now sorting this next match. SilverHawk was rummaging through some old applications and was looking as if he wasn’t too pleased with something.

As he was doing this someone had walked through his door. Of course SilverHawk paid no attention to who walked in as his eyes were straight on the insignificant applications that had been received. And before you knew it, the shadow of Ivan was emanating just above him.

The second he looked up and saw the eyes of Ivan glaring back at him, his day was effectively made. The eyes of determined Ivan just caused any bad feelings he had to regress, who has happened to be holding one of his titles.

“You ever knock champ.” SilverHawk grumbled as he poured water down his throat. “So...what can I do for you tonight then?” SilverHawk seethed, downing another shot of water.

Ivan just stood stoically, until he opened his mouth.

“You know I once looked up to you as one of the best.”

SilverHawk showed he was now interested by sitting up in his seat and giving the ACW World Champion his full attention.

“Yeh, go on.”

“I use to be intimidated by your every move, but then, when we battled together I found something in me that I hadn’t before…”

“And that being” SilverHawk was kind of weary on what he had in mind.

“I found that I was just as bit as good as you are.”

Ivan stood there staring in the eyes of the most famous wrestler to walk through the ACW and he had the nerve to tell him that he was just as bit as good as he is.

“Oh really?” SilverHawk said with a chuckle of laughter as he didn’t believe it. “You know, the way to prove what you just spouted, is to prove it to the world...right here tonight like you did last week.”

The crowd gave a huge pop for the champion as he addressed them and they now knew his purpose of being in the office. He wanted to prove his worth to these people and to the famous hall of famer, and wanted to give them the best matches every week..

“What I propose is that you give me a match tonight and I’ll prove to you and these fans that I’m just that.” Ivan said, a grin appearing on her lips.

SilverHawk’s response?

“You want to go one on one with me?"

ICU nodded his head, as SilverHAWK's mouth moistened as the thought of being ACW World Champion again, but his new job didn't entail being the ACW World Champion...it was what they were trying not to do.

"Well...you know I'd love to, but this new job description plus the fact I have already retired, twice, probably means that I shouldn't."

HAWK smiled as he got back to his paper work, but ICU didn't move.

"I guess the older you get the more yellow you get too..."

It was like he was 18 again, the fire in HAWK's eye's excited ICU as HAWK burst up from his seat and got right in the Champions face...

"Yellow? You calling me yellow boy?"

"What? You're hearing aid not in? Meet me in the fucking ring...it'll be the last Main Event you ever have!"

And so it was booked...ICU Vs. SilverHAWK for the ACW World Heavyweight Champion...but this would not be the last twist in the tale.

The Invitation [Courage]

The Original Pulp Hero made his way thru the corridors of the Knoxville, Tennessee arena. Alias rubbed his taped fist... he was already decked out in his wrestling apparel. A flame rimmed toque resting over his short spiked, he dragged his boot clad feet on the ground ever so slightly as he continued to walk through the backstage.

The ACW Legend was lost in thought, as he passed techniques and ring crew members. Tugging inside the pouch of his worn grey FTN bunny hug, which used to be black, he finally found what he was looking for, his smokes, and pulled out a single cig. After quickly patting down his old red leather pants he pulled out his lighter and lit up his cig. Alias lowered his hood and rolled up his sleeves, the flame tattoo on each arm now evident.

As he took a drag, his eyes came across an old ally… the one and only ACW World Champion.

ICU.

Alias and ICU had been thru a whole lot of shit together, of course there was the Resistance… but months before that? These where the two main faces that stood out, week in and week out against Winters Inc, Ethan, Osyrus… Dante Inferno. ICU had been distant as of late though, ever since Legends. Alias noticed that his demeanor was slumped… quiet… saddened as if there was a death in the family.

The truth though… was quite the opposite.

“Ivan… how are you doing?”

“I’m… alright. It’s nothing… really.” ICU continued to walk slowly past Alias, dragging his feet. Alias couldn’t figure what had happened to ICU, though he knew he definitely had something on his mind… it would pass, Ivan was only able to find a way back on top of things… he was the Champion after all. Rivers… Rivers was an asshole… and deserved what Ivan what was eventually going to give him.

Ring. Ring.

Alias stopped in his tracks… who would call him during a show?

Ring. Ring.

He would have with talk to ICU next week. Alias pulled his cell phone from the pouch of his bunny hug.

Beep.

“Hello?”

The response on the other end of the phone took Alias by surprise for a moment… why would? Hell, it’s probably not even her.

”Okay... yeah, hi. Is this prank? Cause I swear to god...”

But Alias’s doubts where quickly dashed. So it was her.

"Heh, sorry about that. This is Alias. You calling about the open challenge? There's an open spot tonight, I guess."

A small grin came across his face, he rubbed his goatee for moment. Suddenly a thought popped into his head.

"Wait.. wait. How did you get this number?"

The response from the other side was barely audible by anyone other then Alias… but as the voice picked up from the other end it could still be heard by the other people in the arena hallway.

"Well, I found this phone with a couple bills wrapped round it. It had this number and the words 'For your trouble' on it. So, I figured I better call and see what sorta trouble it was talking about… Hey, did you say something about an open challenge? For what? And where at? Did I mention I love trouble? Teehee..."

"Ha, yeah open challenge. Anyone from anywhere can have a shot at me, and if they want, my TV title strap. I'm in Knoxville right now so I'm thinking it's a bit too late for you to get into any trouble..." Even with a happy enough tone in his voice, Alias’s mind began to race… this was the second person in as many weeks… why?

Would she even be able to get ACW’s Courage from where she was? Yes. She was actually in town for a show of her own.

"Yeah sure thing… I'd love for you to come on in here if you can. As for the phone... I can't say I know in the slightest who left it. Granted a lot of weird things have started happening since I started this challenge. Heh, your not even the first person to be paid to contact me and I'm damn sure the same person is responsible for it... but don't worry about any of that. Yeah if you’re in town, and want a good fight, you’re more then welcome."

Once a fighter… always a fighter it seemed. The girl was on her way. It looked like Alias had an opponent for the night.

"Depending who it is I'm not sure if I want to get anyone else sucked into whatever weird shit is happening, but hell I won't push you away if ya want to help. There's nothing I'd enjoy more then a good match. I'll set things up and see you in the ring."

An unexpected turn if there ever was one… Alias was a marked man it seemed, and with a growing price on his head at that. Alias took the last drag from his cig and threw the butt on the concrete floor, stamping it out with his heavy boot. He finished talking to the mystery woman on the phone, before slipping the cell back into his pouch.

"Heh, I'll make sure to do just that ya little spitfire. See you in bit."

Who would be the Original Pulp Hero’s opponent, his first female opponent, this week?

An ACW loser meets 21W Superstar

Cocaine By Jimi Hendrix blasted out of the P.A. System, the fans stood to applaud Scott Perry, they where slightly reluctant to applaud the former ACW Television champion, unsure as to his alignment as of lately.

Moments passed as Scott Perry shuffled in to position, waiting for the right moment to push himself out of the curtain. Now that time had arrived and he jumped out of the curtain and raised both arms in the air. He jogged lightly down to the ring, but, rather than rolling or climbing in the ring, he walked around to the timekeeper’s desk and asked for a microphone. What was he doing now?

Scott hopped up on to the apron and gazed out upon the herd of ACW fans. His music faded out and normal lighting resumed. The fans hushed, waiting to see what Scott Perry wanted.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he opened with. His originality shone through. “You may notice that I am wearing a black sheet instead of a shirt.”

The fans in actual fact had not noticed this, they were too distracted looking at his Dog head shaped slippers on his feet.

“The reason for this sheet is simple. I am covering my shirt. The new Scott Perry T-shir…” Scott’s eyes wondered down to Tyke, who was listening attentively. “21W’s TYKE?!” Scott Perry exclaimed. He dropped off of the apron and wondered over to where Tyke was seated.

“Da Tykster? At an ACW show?”

Scott rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

“Is it really you?”

Tyke stood up and took the microphone from the hand of Scott Perry. Scott looked at his hand, talking to himself he said, “He touched me… I’ll never wash this hand again…”

“Sure am… It’s me, 21W superstar Da Tykster!, I was in a movie y’ kno…”

Scott snatched the microphone back from the 21W legend.

“That’s enough. Hey…” Scott looked over at the timekeeper, “You got a marker pen or something?”

The timekeeper rustled through his desk and found a marker pen, he tossed it to Scott Perry, who fumbled and dropped it.

“Hey, bad throw.” He said, trying to disguise his awful hand-eye co-ordination. Scott picked up the pen and shoved it in to the chest of Tyke, who was still stunned from the cutting off of his introduction. Scott tore off the black covering of the new shirt, which was exactly the same as the one Tyke was wearing.

“Sign my shirt for me would ya?” Scott asked tyke through the microphone. Away from the microphone, a light “Sure” could be heard as the response from Tyke.

Just as Tyke finishes up autographing Scott Perry’s new T-shirt, Scott notices something. He points it out, poking Tyke in the chest.

“Isn’t that my new shirt you’re wearing there?” Scott questioned Tyke.

“Sure is!” Tyke stated back.

“Where-dya get it?”

“Up there, where they keep all the shirts” Tyke said, pointing up at the souvenir shop at the rear of the arena.

“You know, they aren’t supposed to be on sale until after this promotion, right?”

“Sure do. The guy at the stand gave me one early ‘cause I’m Tyke.”

“Oh, cause you’re Tyke huh? Big shot are we?”

“N-No… It’s just he was a fan of mi…”

“Whatever Mr. Big shot. I’ll tell you what ’Da Tykester’, if you’re such a big shot, ruining my T-Shirt promotion, how about me and you, right here, later tonight?”

A challenge?! Scott will get annihilated!

“Fine by me!” Tyke exclaimed back. Scot dropped the microphone and stared at Tyke. Tyke blew in Scott’s eyes, making him blink.

“Yes! I won!” Tyke exclaims, sitting down.

“You cheated!” Scott yelled. He turned and ran away, sliding around in his slippers.

Scott Perry Vs. Tyke

Scott Perry Vs Tyke

Scott Perry’s new theme music, Cocaine, By Jimi Hendrix boomed around the arena, the fans applauded slightly at the sound of the recognizable Jimi Hendrix song.

Scott Perry flung the curtain back and paced out on to the stage. He stopped at the top of the ramp and placed his hands on his hips. He observed the ACW fans for a few seconds before starting his decent of the ramp.

It’s getting near dark
When lights close their tired eyes
Ill soon be with you my love
Give you my dark surprise…

Scott Perry again took a pause at the bottom of the ramp.

I’ve been waiting so long
To be here I’m going
In the sunshine of your
Looooooooove…

He slid under the bottom rope and jumped quickly to his feet before bouncing on the rope opposite him. He held the rope and tested its flexibility. Scott then climbed the turnbuckle and looked out on the mass of fans. He raised both arms in the air to receive a small cheer in his favour.

Scott drops from the turnbuckle and turns around to face the ramp. He readies himself, awaiting the arrival of Tyke. Tyke, however, is still sitting in the crowd saying goodbye to his son Robbie. Tyke gave Robbie a kiss on the head and a reassuring pat on the shoulder before jumping the fan barricade.

Sandstorm By Darude played and the 21W version of Tyke’s tron video played up on the ACW titantron. Scott waved his arms in the air, signaling for Tyke to come to the ring.

Tyke slid in the ring and stood about one foot away from Scott Perry, who, not noticing that Tyke is behind him, continued to wait for Tyke. Tyke’s music faded out and his video stopped. Scott seemed happy; he stood straight and walked around the ring. Tyke avoided Scott’s eye line, swerving around when Scott turned. Scott leaned out of the ring and took a microphone before turning back to face the top of the ramp.

“Well, well, looks like Tyke isn’t showing. That’s a shame, I was really looking forward to whooping his ass and then whooping his little boys ass…” As he said this he turned to point at Tyke’s three-year-old son, Robbie. Tyke was stood right in front of him. The microphone picked up what he said.

“Momma said Knock you out… Child.”

And with this Tyke gave Scott a mighty blow to the face, forcing Scott to stumble backwards. Tyke advanced, hammering Scott in the face again, and again until Scott was in the corner. Tyke tore the Scott Perry shirt off to unveil his trademark Tyke Vest. Scott threw a punch, but Tyke caught Scott Perry’s arm and looked around at the fans. Tyke then punched Scott in the face, knocking him back in to the corner.

Tyke grabbed the top rope and lifted his leg in the air, kicking Scott in the face. Scott fell out of the corner, holding his face. Tyke then kicked Scott in the back of the head.

Scott hit the mat hard and flipped over to lie on his back. Tyke began to climb the top rope. As he sat on the top rope Scott flipped to his feet and sprinted over to the corner. He jumped straight to the top rope and quickly hopped up on to Tykes shoulders, delivering a frankensteiner to Tyke.

Tyke and Scott both got to their feet quickly and locked their arms together in an old fashioned lock-up. The two where in the centre of the ring. Scott lead with his right leg, pushing it forwards and turning his torso away from it, giving him the perfect positioning for a judo throw. He took Tyke over his hip and slammed him down to the mat. Scott held on to Tykes left arm and dropped down on to his back, locking in an arm lock.

Tyke rolled backwards to land on his knees, he then stood up, his arm still in Scott’s clutches, and began to lift Scott Perry slowly. He then dropped Scott back down in a somewhat modified powerbomb motion. Scott relinquished his grasp on the arm of Tyke. Tyke quickly ran at the ropes, bounced off them and dropped a leg drop across the throat of Scott. Tyke quickly covered Scott.

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Scott kicked out, throwing Tyke off of him and up on to his feet. Immense strength from Scott Perry. Scott then placed his hands next to his head, his palms touching the mat, rolled his legs in the air, and in a very ‘Shawn Michaelsesque’ way, flicked himself up to his feet. Scott shuffled sideways, hitting Tyke in the face with a hook kick.

Tyke fell to the mat, but quickly jumped up. As he turned to face Scott, Scott jumped in to the air and hit a dropkick to the face of Tyke. Tyke again went down. Both men hurriedly jumped to their feet and bounced on opposing ropes. The two jumped in each others direction and caught each other with a clothesline. Both men slumped to the mat. A ten count was instigated by the referee.

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Scott stirred.

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Grabbed the top rope.

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And pulled himself to his feet before the final 10 count was counted.

Tyke slowly followed, rolling on to all fours. Scott saw his opportunity and ran at Tyke, hitting him with a big boot to the wide-open rib cage. Tyke was kicked over the bottom rope and outside of the ring. Scott tried to follow but was stopped by the referee. Scott raised his arms and backed away, waiting for Tyke to return to the ring.

The referee began counting, and whilst he was distracted Scott slid out of the ring behind him before scrambling under the ring apron and crawling underneath the ring to the opposite side where Tyke was recovering. The referee, seeing Scott appear from under the ring yelled at him, demanding he got back in the ring, but Scott did not listen.

Instead, he headed over to Tyke and pulled a recovering Tyke up. Robbie, Tyke’s son, was directly in front of the two.

He handed his father a sign they had made for this event. Tyke took it from his son and lifted it above, and behind his head, to his Scott Perry in the face. Most people would think that a sign would not do damage, but inside this sign, concealed, was a thick piece of wood. Tyke now dropped the sign back over the fan barricade.

Scott by now had stumbled backwards to lean on the metal ring post. He was exhausted and confused after the shot to the head from the sign. Tyke placed his right hand on the fan barricade and crouched a little. He was aiming for his finishing maneuver…

TYKE SHOT?

He shuffled quickly at Scott, raising his leg, but Scott saw it coming and dove out of the way. Tyke hit his foot hard on the ring post. He fell over, grasping at his foot, hissing in pain. Scott jumped up on to the apron and stared down at Tyke. Would he dive off the apron on to a defenseless John “Tyke” Harvey? No.

Scott stepped through the middle rope and got back in to the ring. He stayed staring down at Tyke, waiting for him to recover. Tyke crawled to the fan barricade, using it to help himself to his feet. He shook his foot around a little before turning around to head back to the ring. This is where Scott did his damage.

Scott ran across to the opposite side of the ring and back towards Tyke, he placed his hands on the top rope for a moment, springing himself in to the air. Scott twisted so that by the time his feet touched the top rope he was facing away from Tyke. Scott then flipped up in to the air, corkscrewed around, flipped over and hit a Lucha-Senton splash on to a standing Tyke. Both men fell hard to the floor. The referee began counting a 10 count.

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Scott was first to his feet at this point.

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Scott now rolled in and back out of the ring to break the count. He walked over to Tyke and pulled him to his feet.

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And rolled him back in the ring.

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Scott then slid under the bottom rope and got to his feet. The count was broken and order was restored. Scott began stomping on Tyke as Tyke attempted to get to his feet. Tyke’s body slammed down on to the mat again, and again, and again until Scott finally walked away, cockily showboating for the crowd, who applauded out of respect. Tyke was allowed to recover and get back to his feet by Scott Perry.

Tyke was leant in his corner as Scott began to head over to him. Scott got to the centre of the ring and attempted to charge at Tyke. Tyke raised a boot and caught Scott in the gut. As Scott bent over Tyke locked his head under his armpit and jumped up so that his feet where on the middle rope, his backside on the top rope.

He then jumped in the air and hit a tornado DDT. Scott flipped across the ring and rolled around, holding his head. Tyke stood up and walked back in to his corner, placing his right hand on the top turnbuckle. He crouched down; the fans knew what was coming.

“Tykester! Tykester!” Where the chants.

Across the ring Scott Perry used the turnbuckles to help himself to his feet. He turned around, still holding his cranium and was caught with the famous finishing move of Tyke.

TYKE SHOT!

Scott collapsed to the floor and Tyke covered.

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Scott reversed the pin, hooked his leg around Tyke’s and rolling it in to a small package.

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SLAM! The sound of metal on spine reverberated around the arena, the pin collapsed and the bell sounded. Tyke rolled out of the ring quickly.

Charlie Loc stood over Scott Perry, who was holding his back, rolling around in agony. Charlie waited, a steel chair in one hand, a microphone on the floor, ready for his trash talking to commence after phase one of his job was complete. Scott used the ropes to help him up before spinning around to be faced with a steel chair to the head. He fell down to the mat and stared up, his eyes glazed, at the arena lights. Charlie dropped the chair and picked up the microphone. He stepped over Scott.

“Scott… Last week you challenged me to a loser leaves town match. Regarding our Pain or Pleasure match… I accept, but maybe you should think about what I have done to you every week thus far… Maybe you should think about the amount of times I have knocked you out… Maybe you should pack a bag and leave town now to save yourself the humiliation of losing to me at Pain Or Pleasure.

You will suffer the pain.
And I… Will have the pleasure of watching you leave the ACW forever

Forever…
Forever…”

His final word echoed around the arena, and in that second, the fans realised, that Scott Perry was not the bad guy here… Charlie was. Boos where hurled at Charlie s he dropped his microphone. He waved his arms in an ‘I don’t care what you think’ mannerism, and turned around so that everyone could see that he didn’t care what they thought.

A chair was thrown his way, he caught it as a reflex and then Tyke’s foot followed the chair.

TYKE SHOT!

A tyke shot drove the chair in to the head of Charlie Loc. Charlie dropped to the mat; the chair flew out of the ring to the outside. Tyke quickly picked Charlie up and tossed him over the top rope. He rolled slightly up the ramp. Tyke trash talked Charlie from inside the ring as Scott Perry got to his feet. Tyke turned around to be face to face with Scott Perry. Moments passed as if they where minutes, before Scott extended his hand. Tyke took Scott’s hand inside his own and the two competitors shook hands.

Cocaine by Jimi Hendrix played throughout the arena as Tyke raised Scott’s hand in celebration of a well-fought battle. The two climbed out of the ring and walked past Charlie Loc, who still lay motionless after the devastating Tyke shot at the hands of the one, the only, John “Tyke” Harvey.

Winner: Scott Perry

Worse Than Spitting Up Blood?

“You know what’s worse than spitting up blood, Jade?” Kain looked in the mirror, blood smeared across his lip… something that had been happening his he re-fractured his ribs.

“What?” Jade looked at him still a bit worried.

“Spitting up SHIT. I’ve never seen so much oral defecation in my life.” Kain glared, coughing again, then wiping the blood away from his mouth.

“Jae, you have to calm down… you shouldn’t even BE here, y’know.” Jade stood up and put an arm around his shoulder.

“But I AM here, and you KNOW I’m not going to turn my back on a blatant challenge…” Kain turned to her as she walked back to her bag.

“But you know that you’re injured… and you know that Osy is now having his shot against the champ…”

“A shot that should be MINE!” Kain threw her a glare that showed his flaring anger at what had happened last week.

“You’re the one that pushed your match up with Osyrus. You’re the one that screwed yourself… you’re the one who lost your match. So Osyrus is…”

“Talking out his ass, mon chere…” Jason Kain looked across the room at Jade who just smirked at him. She knew that Jason hadn’t slept very well the whole week and his attention was more askew than ever before. Not only had the so-called “God of the Ring” screwed him over in that handicap match last week… he had claimed the victory as his own. Hell, even A*Dubbs wasn’t pissed about the situation… even though Osyrus had blatantly stolen the victory from him, pushing himself into a title shot tonight.

“Jae, you knew that he was going to pull that type of crap on you. What did you expect?” She shook her head, then looked at the door, half expecting someone to barge in and make some sort of off-the-cuff statement to fix everything. But this wasn’t a sitcom, and Kain wasn’t the goof-ball father. This was real life… This was Kain being screwed over as usual… This was Osy being the utter dick that he’s been his entire career.

Kain stood up and grabbed a book off the counter and opened it. The engraved golden letters on the front displayed “HOLY BIBLE” which had been Kain’s book of choice for quite a while now. He flipped through the pages and stopped on a verse…

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Kain smiled. It wasn’t exactly what he had been expecting to look up, but somehow he seemed to have calmed down. Then he looked to Jade, who nodded as she left the room… then he lowered his head and closed his eyes in prayer.

“Lord, give me strength…”

Complaints.

"You know reality is a harsh thing in this world," The crowd taken by surprise as Osyrus' voice filled the P.A system without warning; no theme, no dimming lights... just his low toned voice speaking into their ears, then seconds later he appeared on the entrance ramp with Isis in tow.

He looked straight at the ring, not giving the fan's eye contact, ignoring them in a way, as he continued to cut his promo.

"For example, you all know how bad Kain 'wants' me in the ring, but didn't he get his shot last week... and didn't he fail miserably? Holding onto his ribs; faking his injury so all you fans out there can feel pity for him. How pathetic is that?" Jeers started to echo around the venue as the duo of Osyrus and Isis were walking up the ring steps; Osyrus stood on the ring apron as he held the ropes open for Isis.. passing her the microphone, then she passed it back to Osyrus once he was in the ring.

"I don't know how much longer I can stand being in ACW, if Dunn and Boyd are going to keep me in feuds with jobbers like Kain; Alias and those other no talent rejects in the ring. When is ACW going to get some real talent to step in between these ropes? I am begging for a guy with some credibility to come into ACW to challenge me! I am a world heavyweight champion many times over; multiple time secondary title holder and hall of famer... And ACW is holding me the fuck down until tonight.

What in the hell is wrong with this place?" Osyrus throws his arms in the air in frustration, tossing the microphone to Isis as more jeers start erupting, while Isis raises the mic to her mouth. The fans could already imagine hearing her whiney, bitch attitude blaring into the arena.

"ACW sucks Osyrus, why are we even still here?! You could be wrestling in places like the fWo, tA... any place that would give you more money. The money that you're worth, except for ACW. You practically made this shit hole what it is today; the flagship champion... making guys come from other feds, just to try and take the title from you, but they couldn't. And how does All-Star Championship Wrestling repay you? Making you job to Alias, SilverHawk and ICU of all people." She pauses; as the crowd reacts, tossing her hair in an angry fashion before getting back on the stick.

"ICU...." She sighs just by saying the ACW champion's name before continuing. "Fucking Intensive Care Unit, just the name alone makes me shutter in disgust. Whoever was the marketing genius that came up with that name should be shot in the head several times...then Ivan himself should be killed off, for even accepting the name. He is quite possibly the worst champion I have ever seen; after beating the industry's best.

Come on Ivan, gloat about your win!

You beat one of the best f'n wrestlers to ever touch a wrestling ring... luckily I might add. And you act it was all in a day's work? Don't you know that this is your first and last run as the ACW world champion? Didn't someone give you the memo backstage?" She leans down to the camera man right in front of her face, looking into the camera as she whispers.

"...Ivan, your time is running out. Enjoy ducking Osyrus while you can, because tonight...Your run as champ is over!"

Isis finishes her sentence; now Osyrus has a microphone of his own as he jumps in where she left off.

"Are you proud of yourself Ivan? Being a bad father to your child, being a world champion that any federation would be ashamed of, and ducking yours truly since you won the strap.... And I still haven't gotten my return title shot yet. You are a disgrace to that belt around your waist... that I fucking made, what it is today. I am fed up with you and ACW's antics as of late. If I don't get my title shot.. and I don't mean at the PPV... I mean here tonight, then I am walking."

And with that said... Osyrus dropped the microphone on the canvas and left the ring; Isis jumped up and down happily as she quickly followed behind her man... "Rape Me" by Nirvana blared over the speaker system as the duo disappeared behind the curtain.

Would ACW's first world champ actually leave ACW if he didn't get his way?

We would find out those answers... tonight.

Some Things Never Change Pt2

As HAWK's office was made into a makeshift dressing room, HAWK was almost fully dressed as he slapped on his knee brace and checked it out for tight or uncomfortable parts, as Jimmy Gonz, Joe Bishop and Fonzi Barthello looked on, not pleased.

"HAWK...dude, call this off man. You've retired twice now man, and you ain't in match shape." Fonzi tried to get it into HAWK that he wasn't ready to be taking on ICU, but the former ACW World Champion wasn't listening as Gonz tried his luck at trying to get HAWK to change his mind about this match.

"Listen man, ICU's in good shape, he just beat Inferno last week and you know that that is not an easy thing to do, I'm sorry man but I know that you've got more pride than most and he hit you below the belt, but you see what he's trying to do don't you? C'mon HAWK."

HAWK strapped the last Velcro part to his brace as he stood up and began stretching.

"What's wrong Bishop, you not got some advice for me too?"

The huge African American rubbed his beard as it seemed a light bulb went off in his head.

"What would you say to a Triple Threat match HAWK? For one you'll not solely be in the ring with ICU, and the match will have a little more ummff to it?"

Gonz was shocked.

"WHAT! You want to put another guy in there now! Jesus...HAWK, c'mon!"

"Sure Bishop. Do it, at the end of the day, if it's better for ACW then I'm happy with it...and I have the perfect guy..."

As HAWK left the office, leaving the other three staff members hanging for whom he had in mind, he traveled through the arena with one thing on his mind...not being killed out there tonight, as the other regime members tried to get their heads around the main event tonight, they had the rest of the show to organize, as HAWK looked for the final piece to the main event of the night.

ACW Television Championship Match
Alias© vs. Tempest

'Battle Flag' by the Lo-Fidelity Allstars

If you where wondering who Alias was facing next… well now you know. OSE’s very own Cyberpunk Goddess walked out through the black backstage curtains, waving two glitter covered hands to the high attendance crowd. The Knoxville fans in attendance cheered the longest reigning fWo Cruiserweight Champ and current OSF World Champion #1 contender on as she skipped down the aisle, her trademark smile as prevalent as ever. Having decided to do two shows in one night... both Courage and Slam, which was currently filming across town at the Thompson-Boling Arena, these people where still going to be treated to a great match between one of OSE’s top stars.

Tempest ‘Doe’ slid underneath the bottom rope to enter the ring, then walked to the corner and jumped onto the middle turnbuckle. She looked out at the cheering fans and threw a wink there way. Tempest jumped down.

”Not Over” by The Full Nine.

Alias. The Original Pulp Hero.

He stood at the top of the entrance way and raised a taped fist to the crowd. Only in ACW, he thought, would Alias ever get a bigger reaction then Tempest. The thought brought a smile to the face of ACW’s savior, it’s Legend, as he walked down to the ring, the golden Television Championship glistening around his waist. Alias slid into the ring and came blue eye to blue eye with his storied opponent for this week.

He stood mere inches from her. She had her arm extended, her hand out. Alias looked at the hand, then at his opposition.

The fans told him to shake it. I mean seriously, if you couldn’t trust Tempest… who could you trust? Alias took Tempest’s hand, a very nice show of sportsmanship, and the two opponents smiled at each other before going off to there respective corners.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Alias and Tempest started off the match by circling each other. Both sizing the other up.

“Don’t expect me to hold back because I’m fighting a girl.”

“Well don’t expect me not to kick your tight butt from here to Tallahassee. Beware my sparkly crimson wrath! rar~!”

They start off with a collar and elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring. Alias moves smoothly into an arm wrench but Tempest somersaults over and reverses it into an arm wrench of her own and hit's a side Russian leg sweep. She floats it over into a pin.

One!

Far too early as Alias throws the foot shorter and 100 pound lighter, Tempest, straight off. Alias quickly gets to his feet and brings Tempest down with a drop toehold as she quickly rushes back in, the technically sound Original Pulp Hero turns it straight into a sharpshooter.

Whiteout!

But again, far too early in the match-up as Tempest manages to scramble for the ropes. As Tempest is getting up, Alias rebounds off the adjacent ropes and heads towards her. Tempest reverses an attempted clothesline into a back body drop sending Alias up and over… but he lands on the ring apron.

Alias waits for Tempest to turn around and attempts a thunderous right hook but Tempest ducks and drives her shoulder into Alias's midsection and then vaults off the middle rope, twisting in midair. She lands on Alias’s shoulders and then twists down to the outside, holding the ropes so she doesn’t crash to the floor herself.

Tempest-rana, a twisting reverse hurricanrana, to the outside!

Alias vaults onto the concrete of the ringside area and holds his back in pain. The crowd rains down cheers for the move as Tempest hops up on the ring apron and waits for Alias to get to his slowly get to his feet… she takes a running start and launches off the apron with a missile dropkick to the outside but Alias moves and bats Tempests feet to the side as she hits the concrete outside, herself.

Alias picks up the Cyberpunk Goddess by the arm and whips her back into the ring. Knowing that Tempest is atleast prone for the moment, he immediately grabs her right arm and tries to lock him in the other for the Anarchy’s Lullaby, but Tempest proves to be technically sound enough to squirm and roll her way out of the predicament. Before Alias can get back to his feet, Tempest hits him with a dropkick.

Alias finally stands back up and falls into Tempest’s grasp, as she launches herself off the ropes and takes Alias down with a flying DDT. Tempest goes for the pin.

One!

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No!

Alias once again kicks out and the two opponents get to there feet, both a little worse for wear but having a hell of a time non the less. Tempest rushes forward and slides under Alias’s legs. The little spitfire kicks Alias in the back of the knee and then drops his down to the ground with a hard reverse DDT. Tempest grabs Alias by the arm, only for Alias to grasp her by the wrist and flip her over to the mat. Alias quickly locks in a Fujiwara armbar, leaving the referee to see if Tempest wants to submit.

A small yelp come from Tempest, but no words requesting submission. Tempest kicks forward with her feet, and manages to slip out of the hold while crouching on her feet. Tempest starts throwing lefts and rights at Alias, forcing him back into the corner.

Alias eventually blocks one of the many shots and hits Tempest with a hard left right combination that sends her stumbling into the ropes. Upon return, Alias slips behind her and locks her around the waist, throwing her up and over with a big belly to belly suplex. He comes off the ropes and drops a knee on the downed Tempest.

Alias brings Tempest up and whips her into the ropes and runs towards her only to receive a drop toe hold hanging him up on the ring. Tempest runs towards Alias then hooks him up in a headlock, kicks off the ropes and hits a tornado bulldog. Alias manages to get up, but as Tempest comes back towards him Alias boots her in the mid-section and drops her to the mat with a double-arm DDT. Alias makes the cover.

One!

Two!

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Tempest kicks out. Alias waits on Tempest to get up, and flattens her with a clothesline. Alias picks Tempest up in a suplex… but Tempest drops behind and, while falling, grab Alias’s head, slamming him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Cover.

One!

Two!

Alias kicks out. The crowd cheer the two on after another near fall. Tempest shook her head, attempting to free it of the cobwebs, as Alias limped to his feet with help from the rope. He was having trouble with his bad knee after he tweaked it when his suplex was reversed. She charged at him, but this time it was Alias who was able to duck down and flip her over the top rope.

Tempest was able to land on the apron, just like had Alias done before. She turned him around again, and had every intention of pulling his neck down across the top rope. He had known this, and grabbed a hold of the top rope with both hands to block. She dropped down to the floor anyway, and reached in back through the ropes.

She had grabbed a hold of Alias's legs, but was unsuccessful in bringing him down. He had a death grip on the ropes. She had given up on that, so he found an opening. He reached over the ropes, and grabbed her by her top and brought her back up to the apron. She drilled him in the stomach with her shoulder for his troubles.

The sunset flip in wasn't fruitful at first. Alias had been able to sustain his balance for a bit. But soon his knee just wouldn't take it anymore. He was rolled over, but he didn't stop. He kept rolling until he was on his feet once again. With Tempest on her back Alias grabbed her leg.

Whiteout!

Alias applied the sharpshooter for the second time in the match, as quick as he possibly could and wrenched back on the vicious submission hold.

A thousand thoughts streamed through Alias’s mind. Would Tempest tap out? Would he even be able to hold in the submission with his knee feeling like it would come undone… that fuckin knee. Could Alias keep his nearly two month long unbeaten alive? ‘Impulse’ Brian James couldn’t beat Alias. Osyrus couldn’t. Neither could Great Dragon. Would Tempest be any different?

She had to make the ropes. She couldn't tap out. ‘The Cyberpunk Goddess’ couldn’t tap. Just couldn’t.

She had to make the ropes. She was just mere inches from forcing the ref to call a break in the hold. Just inches. Only inches.

Feet. Dammit… now a couple of feet. She was now further away than before. Alias had made it so. He had pulled her back to the center of the ring. What was only a couple of feet now seemed like miles.

The pain was great. Tempest’s will was strong. Which would win out? She was a natural fighter, the cornerstone of OSE’s fighting division. Would she have to give in to the pain and tap? Or would she be able to force the pain from her head, concentrate on making the ropes, and doing so?

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

No. Not today. ACW’s favorite son immediately released the hold and rolled to his feet. Alias rose a taped fist in the air as he slumped against the ropes… what a match. Alias had limped back over to the defeated Tempest. She looked up and saw an extended hand. She then looked and saw that it was the young face, toughened by life itself, of Alias himself. She took a hold and was pulled up onto her feet.

The two stared at each other. Then Alias raised her hand high into the air. The referee gave him his Television title belt and he held that up in the air by a strap with the other hand. The fans roared with delight. He then lowered her arm. He smiled at her…

“Glad you could come down… glad you could help.”

Alias then rolled out of the ring. From there he limped towards the back. Tempest stayed in the ring for a moment longer. She walked around, waving at the ACW fans, before also exiting.

Alias, as he parted the curtains to the back, knew one thing… with all these pieces all slowly coming together… Tempest was only going to be the eye of the storm.

Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly. -- Robert F. Kennedy

Winner:

ETV?

The crowd looked around as the big screen lit up. Nothing was on the program for tonight, what was going on? Suddenly the black and white video cleared up a bit… showing that it was, in fact, a hand-held camera. All that was seen through the video was slits, showing Jade Greene changing in her dressing room… but nothing was truly viewable through the slits in the locker door.

Isis walked into view about as “well dressed” as Jade, and suddenly a voice over was heard.

“Oh, mang… THEES eez what I was waiting for…” The thick Mexican accent making it a bit difficult to understand…

Isis smirked at Jade, making a bit of a dance, flaunting herself at the fiery red-head… then walked out of the room as Jade just glared at her. Jade pulled her top on, to the male crowd’s discontent, and then walked out of the room.

“Mang, that was muy bueno… I’ve got to check out mi tape when I get back to… uh-oh… why deed I leave the camera attached to the arena main line? I hope no one else saw all that… I might be een muy problemos…”

Suddenly the camera went to static, and the crowd was more confused than ever.

Some Things Never Change Pt3

As HAWK stood outside of the locker room door, he opened it slightly before peeking in to see if anyone was inside, and as there was...he began to talk.

"Listen...you know as well as I that ACW is in trouble at the moment, and if ACW is in trouble, it means that your pocket is in trouble...so let me level with you.

You're one of the best guys I've ever seen in this business...and even though you are a total ass, ACW wouldn't be were it was today if it wasn't without you, so that's why I think, that you should be added to the main event tonight. How about it?"

HAWK watched as footsteps could be heard from inside the locker room until the man's head popped out.

"You're damn straight...see you out there...boss!"

ICU Vs. SilverHAWK Vs. Osyrus

The Reunion. Kinda...

"FREAKING YAY! YAY, FREAKING HELL!"

"Y-yay... ow, my back still hurts! B-but hey, I'm cool."

The reunion. Quinton May had returned, when it most mattered, and got a small measure of revenge. Nothing major, but in the process, saved his men from further punishment. Morris & Howard were banged up bad, but still in high spirits. Especially now, as their leader had returned.

It was a glorious moment for Quincy, as he ran down the ramp... slid into the ring... and attacked his enemy. For weeks, his life had been in turmoil. Then, the food poisoning scare to add on to the injuries sustained at the hands of 108192. It looked as if QA was falling apart right before his very eyes. But no matter what was going on his twisted life, May had made a promise to God.

The Army would go on. Like Celine Dion.

Quincy looked at his two janitors and smiled. It was good to see them together again. It was good to see them at all. Due to the nature of the food poisoning, May had to be quarantined. But now, he was free. And raring to get back in action, even though he still carried injuries. A score with 108192 had to be settled, though... and then, there was the rebuilding of the Army.

Of course, another threat in Vincent Pembridge had to be taken care off. Plus, the raging actions of ToK did not sit well with The Dictator.

"Men, today, we begin afresh. We've come so far and weathered the storm. We've survived and now... it's time~! Time to be serious, and begin our rise to domination. We shall make names for ourselves. We shall prove to everyone that we're not misfits. We shall carry out our mission to the fullest, and strive to achieve God's goal!"

Morris & Howard shed tears of joy, and hugged each other. Wincing while doing so, due to the agony they were suffering.

Quinton May smiled, before frowning. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. He couldn't quite place his finger on what, although it was pretty obvious. No, not the fact that there were in the Ladies Room. No, there was something missing. Someone, rather.

"Hey, where's 006.392?!"

Getting beaten up somewhere, by a bunch of British kids, probably.

.... What?

ACW World Heavyweight Championship Match
ICU(c) Vs. Osyrus Vs. SilverHAWK

It was a match that you wouldn't believe was going to happen until you seen it in motion, but as the light dimmed in the arena, and the first of the three competitors' entrance music began to start, everyone in the arena was literally shitting their pants at the thought of the only men to hold the ACW World Title in the one match. It was indeed a ploy to try and move ACW TV up a notch, as at the start of the ACW reign, this match would have been saved for the biggest scale on the biggest PPV of the year, but things had changed in ACW, and this match, signed tonight, was an indication of what the new regime wanted to do each week to make ACW as good as it possibly could be.

The first man to enter.

Two Time ACW World Champion.

Insert Boo's Here.

Osyrus made his way to the ring in the normal, cocky, I'm better than you fashion as Nirvana's "Rape Me" played in the background. It was a surprise for HAWK to ask of the help of an old enemy, and a man whom kicked him in the nuts only 7 days prior, but in business...nothing can get in the way as the success of ACW, and that was why HAWK had asked for the help of the "God of the Squared Circle". Isis, however, had been banned from ring side, ever since the hell bitch jumped HAWK at Legend, he had a small grudge against her, and more or less told her not to be at ringside.

"Seek'n'Destroy"

Insert hysteria here.

It seemed that even after his two retirements, his injuries, his loss to Osyrus at legends and even his shying away from the ring even since he had taken up a higher role in ACW, the fans still loved him, as he was their first, and always will be their top face. HAWK made his way to the ring and didn't take an eye off Osyrus for the get go. Even though their feud had mellowed over the last few months, there was still an intense rivalry between the two and it was evident even as HAWK entered the ring, Osyrus giving him the space to get up on the turnbuckles and say "hello" to the crowd in the arena, before he dropped down to the centre of the ring to be confronted by Osyrus, as the duo went face to face...before the Champion arrived.

Even though the arena's noise level was higher than anything that had ever taken place in the arena before, the entrance of ICU to the match caused the decibel level's to go towards ear bleeding levels. HAWK and Osyrus both lost the gaze of one another to turn to the ACW World Champion, who came down the ramp, with belt slung over his shoulder, an item that all three men had wore on different occasions. ICU entered the ring and then slapped the belt down on the mat, between all three men they looked at it and then each other, as the noise level once again shook the roof above.

ICU looked at HAWK

HAWK looked at Osyrus

Osyrus looked at ICU

WHAM

Both Osyrus and ICU smashed SilverHAWK to the floor with a huge clothesline each, a move which made the whole arena boo in disgust as Osyrus and ICU began to boot HAWK in the ribs and then chest. The coalition didn't last for long however, as ICU turned Osyrus around and then lifted him on his shoulders!

Critical Condition

No.

Osyrus squirmed out of the way before kicking ICU in the stomach and then attempting a DDT, which came off for Osyrus as ICU was planted on the mat with a bang. The champion rolled around on the floor holding his head as Osyrus got to his feet and moved over to SilverHAWK. Osyrus booted HAWK straight in the head as the ACW staff member now lay in a heap in the corner of the ring. Osyrus took his leg and shoved it in HAWK's throat, choking him with his size 16 boot. The referee could do much but threaten Osyrus with a DQ, even though he was never going to DQ anyone in the match, he could threaten. Osyrus let go on the 4th count.

Osyrus left HAWK as he turned to the Champion now, as ICU was resting on his knee against the second rope, Osyrus moved over and kicked him in the ribs, as ICU lashed out and hit Osyrus in the stomach with a wild punch. Osyrus once again planted a kick in ICU's side but once again ICU retaliated with his own right hand, Osyrus this time didn't reply back, instead ICU got to his feet and began slugging it out with Osyrus in the centre of the ring.

By this time HAWK was on his feet, and as ICU smashed Osyrus in the face with a right hand, the impact made Osyrus turn around as HAWK then laid him with his own right hand, which in turn moved Osyrus over to ICU. ICU this time smashed Osyrus to the mat as the arena shook with a huge pop as HAWK and ICU seemed to be working together, until HAWK clothesline ICU that is.

It was clear that is was every man for himself, and as HAWK found out at the start of the match, there was no way he was going to let anyone away with a second's rest, as ICU and Osyrus rattled him at the very start of the match. HAWK picked ICU to his feet and pushed him in the corner, as Osyrus slowly got to his feet in the adjacent corner, HAWK thrust his shoulder into ICU's mid-drift, as Osyrus then moved in and punched HAWK in the back.

Osyrus then attempted to whip HAWK to the opposite corner, but HAWK reversed the whip and instead, whipped Osyrus to where ICU was, as Osyrus connected with ICU's body, HAWK then jumped both of them as Osyrus fell to the ground, and in an old WWE spot, ICU fell on top of Osyrus, right in the nuts area to be exact. HAWK for a small cheer as he lifted his arm in the air, before he pulled ICU to his feet and threw him over the top rope.

HAWK then set his stall out on Osyrus, as he booted him in the ribs before taking Osyrus' arm and then stretching it out by placing his leg on Osyrus' ribs, to try and yank the arm out of position. HAWK however didn't notice ICU coming from behind him, as the World Champion then locked on a sleeper hold onto HAWK, as he still held Osyrus arm, trying to pull it out of it's socket. The noise from the crowd was surprising, as most of them were all shouting for different people in the match, but one thing they wanted to see, was what the outcome would be of this spot.

Slowly HAWK began to go to sleep as ICU took all the air right out of him, and as Osyrus was finally free of the grip HAWK had on him, he was swiftly on his feet and then aimed a boot in the head...of ICU. Osyrus then quickly covered HAWK as he looked for the win, but it was broken up before the three by ICU, which gave the crowd a huge boost as one thing they did no want to see was Osyrus win that belt, anything but that.

ICU quickly pounced on Osyrus as he tried to get to his feet, instead ICU sat, mounted on Osyrus, laying into him with right and left hands as Osyrus lifted his hands and tried to block most of the shots. HAWK was quickly on his feet also, as he pulled ICU by the hair and quickly softened him up with a boot to the stomach, as he then drove ICU to the mat with a snap suplex. In this chaotic match however, Osyrus was the first one on top of HAWK, and with a punch to the face, and then a clothesline over the top rope, Osyrus was in a good position to finish HAWK's good work.

Osyrus pulled ICU to his feet and then whipped him against the ropes before attempting a clothesline, Osyrus then ran forward as he missed the clothesline after ICU ducked it, but as the two were looking to be on a collision course, Osyrus suddenly disappeared...as HAWK pulled the top rope down and let Osyrus meet him down on the mat, and as Osyrus hit the mat HAWK was quickly on his with right hands, as ICU stopped on the middle of the ring...wondering what the hell just happened.

ICU moved towards the ropes to see HAWK and Osyrus engaging in a battle on the mat, and as ICU joined the fray, he picked up HAWK and got his own little piece of the action and HAWK stunned him with a right hand shot to the face. ICU stepped back as he was clearly stunned, but as HAWK clotheslined him to the ground, all ICU could do was try and get up, which he did do. HAWK kicked ICU in the side before picking him up beside the fan barrier as the fans nearby went absolutely nuts as HAWK sprayed ICU along the barrier as Osyrus attacked HAWK from the back.

Osyrus took HAWK by the neck and slung him into the ring steps as HAWK toppled over them, his knees connecting with the harsh metal as he then flipped over it. The crowd were worried about the state of the former World Champion, but they were relieved to see HAWK roll onto his back, as he adjusted his knee strap as it dug into his leg. Osyrus on the other hand had once again began to work on ICU against the barrier, as he picked ICU up and drove him against barrier as it connected with ICU's neck/chest. Osyrus sniggered at the fans nearby took the bait and began to be rail the two time World Champion, as he snatched at them as he pulled ICU to his feet...

but the ACW World Champion exploded on Osyrus with a head butt which sent Osyrus back a few steps, before ICU took Osyrus down with a hard spear. As the picture set the scene, all three men were on the ground with HAWK just beginning to struggle to his feet on the far side, as ICU struggled to his. As HAWK was up on his feet, he pulled his leg back and forward to test out the knee before moving to the other side to meet with ICU.

ICU on the other hand was kicking at Osyrus' ribs, after that crude spear had taken the two time world champion down for a considerable amount of time, ICU was now more or less jumping and stamping on his before HAWK turned him around and smacked him in the face with a right hand. HAWK then tossed ICU into the ring pole, but ICU was able to put his hands up to block most of the connection, but as ICU stood nearby the post, stunned, HAWK went for him full tilt...

only for ICU to quickly dodge HAWK as the ACW staff member then ran into the ACW announcers table as he then toppled over it and fell on top of the ring announcer in a heap as bottles of water and paper went flying everywhere. ICU moved over to the rubble and pulled HAWK from it, before slamming his head on the table, he kicked HAWK in the stomach and then suplexed him to the mat for good measure.

Osyrus by this time was now on his feet, holding his ribs as he leaned against the barrier as he watched ICU have his own way with HAWK from a while. One major part of the triple threat match was making sure you let the other two beat each other up for a while, but that theory was made redundant as ICU then turned away from HAWK and made his way to Osyrus, but the "God of the Ring" was too aware, and sharply booted ICU in the stomach for his stupidity.

ICU's head then met the fan barrier before Osyrus pushed him into the ring, as HAWK was still in pain from the table and then suplex. Osyrus quickly had ICU on his feet and he tossed him to the ropes and then hit ICU in the chest with a sharp knee, before he grabbed ICU by the stomach and slammed him to the ground with a gutwrench suplex...which he then hooked into a pin.

1...

2...

HAWK with a boot to Osyrus' head, interrupted the count.

The referee's job hadn't been an easy one as of now, but it was soon going to get a lot harder, as Dane Rivers began to walk down the ramp to a melee of boo's and jeers from the fans nearby. HAWK was now going at it with Osyrus in the corner, as the two exchanged right hands before a poke in the eye by Osyrus gave him the chance to then ram HAWK's head into the turnbuckle.

Rivers was now close enough to the ring apron as he clocked ICU trying to get up, it was unclear if ICU even knew he was there, but as ICU got to his feet, he moved over and attacked Osyrus from the back as he dropped him to the mat with a neckbreaker. Rivers then suddenly jumped up on the apron as he holler at ICU, who shot him a glaring eye. ICU quickly moved for Rivers, but as the Man Mountain dropped from the apron, HAWK was quickly on ICU, as the champion turned...

breakDOWN!!!!

Followed by a cover!

1...

2...

NO!

It must have been close, but Osyrus, just got there in the nick of time. The whole arena groaned as Osyrus pulled HAWK's legs and wrapped in the Career Killer, a sharpshooter for those non-Osyrus marks. HAWK with his long list of leg injuries wasn't going to hold on for long as he struggled to move over to the ropes. However, as ICU was almost out of it in the corner of the ring, a buzz came from the crowd as someone seemed to be running through it, as suddenly Jason Kain leapt over the barrier and caught the eye of Osyrus.

Kain slid in the ring but didn't touch Osyrus, as the fear of a DQ from the referee was very clear at that point. Kain slid into the ring and then pretty much slid right back out, as Osyrus let go of the hold and proceeded to follow Kain out of the ring, were Osyrus dealt the first blow, meaning anything goes at this point. Kain and Osyrus battled with one another outside of the ring as the arena went nuts, Dane Rivers seen what was going on in the ring however, as ICU was crawling towards HAWK, looking to finish it.

Rivers grabbed onto ICU's leg.

Rivers got a boot in the face for good measure.

Everyone in the arena got to their feet, literally as ICU was now on his and HAWK was wavering, his knee giving him serious problems, before he turned around as ICU hoisted him up in the air.

Critical Condition

1...

2...

3...

It was over.

The crowd were delighted with the result as ICU was given his belt, as Osyrus stood outside, watching as he was shocked that the match was over before he got a shot in the face from the dropkick by Kain which sent him tumbling. ICU hoisted his title in the air as the arena went nuts, HAWK on the other hand wasn't laughing, as the referee tried to help him to his feet, but ICU was the one to help him, as an offer of a handshake was granted as both he and HAWK shook hands in the middle of the ring, HAWK seemingly now believed ICU had what it took...

before Rivers pounded his skull with a steel chair from behind.

As ICU toppled to the floor, HAWK stood in the middle of the ring as he and Dane Rivers shared a moment, as the big man gripped a steel chair in his hand, he looked down at the fallen champion and then the ACW staff member, his beef wasn't with HAWK, it was with ICU. Rivers dropped the chair on the canvas and then left the ring, as HAWK stared him down as he hobbled on one leg.

ICU had certainly gained the respect of HAWK and probably every fan that ACW has...but Dane Rivers was now showing that he was the next to hold that title...and nothing, or no-one, would stop him in his quest for greatness.

With only 14 days until their showdown at Pain or Pleasure, anything could happen...and it probably will.

Winner: ICU