LIVE! April 6th 2003
from Seattle, Washington.

PREVIOUSLY... The theme of ACW last week...was irony. As Dunn and Boyd battled for a hard three months to retain their federation back from the now deceased Ethan Winters, their first major decision as ACW Owners was to take a step down. Instead of Dunn and Boyd now running and booking all ACW shows, they have given that task to 5 former ACW wrestlers, headed by former ACW World Champion SilverHAWK. After last week's royal rumble, a new number one contender was announced as Dane Rivers defeated the other 15 men to win a shot at ICU's title...

Talk The Talk

Cue up “Not Over” by The Full Nine… and the crowd goes wild.

The flash bulbs popped. The fans screamed out in recognition. Signs waved in the crowd.

“Anarchy’s Lullaby!”

“What’s Your Alias?”

The Original Pulp Hero, The Television Champion, and ACW legend… Alias stood just outside of sight behind the large black curtains and looked out at the sea of humanity surrounding the ring. Alias soaked it all in and smiled, his career had begun rising at an all-time high this last month. He straightened the TV strap on his shoulder, and paused for a moment as he looked down at his rippled stomach… tracing the five letters that lay there with a black and blue finger nail… then breathing a sigh of relief he strode out past the curtains and onto the ramp.

It where these moments when the butterflies really fluttered in Alias’s stomach for just a moment, he was never one to go stand out in front of the crowd and banter since his return… this was not his environment… but oddly enough the longer he stayed in All-Star Championship, the more and more his acid tongue of the early 90’s and his days as “The Tin Angel” Chris Phoenix wanted to creep back into him. Today though there was no need for that acid tongue, because Alias only planned to stand in front of his crowd and talk about his prized federation. 

The Original Pulp Hero made his way down the steel ramp and slapped the hands of a few fans at ring side, pausing even longer to shoot back a plastic cup full of beer handed to him by a certain jovial fanboy. Alias wiped his lips and flipped the cup back into the crowd before sliding into the ring and raising a taped fist to the crowd. He wore a loose fitting leather trench coat over his usual ring attire, the worn out red leather pants with the flames running up the legs and the heavy black boots, Alias also proudly displayed a sleeveless red t-shirt that bore a large white Anarchy A covered by a black ACW logo. He hopped down from the turnbuckle and then threw both arms into the air, receiving an extended pop, until the cheering eventually died down, Alias went over to the ropes in front of the announce table and called for a microphone.

“Wow… one thing before I go any further, this crowd is fucking great! *POP* Back to what I came down here to ramble about though, heh… and that’s about this here belt on my shoulder*pop*, the greatest PPV in ACW history, Legends*pop*… and last week’s show where I not only threw down with ‘Impluse’ Brian James*pop* but also had a chance at winning a shot at the very elusive World title strap.” The crowd where on the fence over the last remark, they knew that although Alias did quite well last week, being the second last man in the ring… Dane Rivers had still won the Battle Royal.

“First off… Legends. Heh, you thought you where blown away with what went down… imagine being in the middle of the storm. I’m just glad though, that I was so damn lucky to get the chance to be fighting for this company… and with great men like Dunn and Boyd, SilverHawk, Geo Vacton, Jason Kain and ICU behind me. I tell yeah, we where a damn unexpected team of loners and misfits but we sure as hell pulled through. I swear without those six men I just mentioned I sure wouldn’t be standing here… so let’s give those guys another round of applause people.”

Alias stops and claps for a second and most of the arena join in before he continues speaking.

“Shite… just six months ago, who thought I’d get the chance to be in this position? I came back to ACW and tore down the house with the likes of Max Douglas… and then Scooter Perry, which could only lead me to the Resistance. Hell, you better believe I made the most of it. So what if my car got shit kicked that night, I still got there on time… I even ran into O backstage, heh talk about a welcome wagon to the big PPV. Granted we met up at the end o the night. I defeated Osyrus, a fuckin two time ACW World Champion… I pinned that son of a bitch’s shoulders square in the middle of the ring. Kodak moment, ain’t it?” Alias added at the end shooting a wink at the television camera in the ring.

“Why? How? I go through blood, sweat and pain each week… and all because of each and every one of you fans. No this is isn’t some shite Hulkamania spiel, I’m talking about the more you back me, and the more you get into me… the more I can feed off of you, the more I want to fight to keep on going. Perfect example is the turning point for me… for Legends, when the fans at ring side actually picked up my shit kicked body and hoisted me to my feet. Did I expect this? Hell no… but am I grateful for it? You better damn well believe it. So thanks to you, the fans.” Alias once again raises a fist to the crowd in appreciation and immediately whips the crowd into a frenzy once more.

“When was the last show that I wasn’t fighting on? Yeah I’ve lost count too… but you better fuckin believe it’s all worth it. Long as I have this belt, this company and you fans… I couldn’t be happier. This leads me to say something that I’ve been waiting to announce all week. I plan to give this prestige it deserves… sure ICU was a great champion… but how much was it defended in those 100+ days he defended it? 

Scooter Perry? My point exactly. 

Starting today, on the April 6th  21W Uncut, I’m putting this belt up for grabs against anyone who wants a shot. Anyone, and thanks to IBJ giving me the idea, from anywhere. Part one of this… I came out on top… but dammit it was one hell of a match.
You want a shot at this belt or at me? Just meet me in the center of this ring. I have my crowd behind me and I’m on a fuckin role, let’s see if you can stop me. Alias against the world… starts now and I’ve got the next, oh five minutes free… so let’s see what the world has to off—“

Just as Alias was about to continue… he was interrupted. Slowly lowering the microphone to his face, he heard a disturbing noise echo over the P.A system… 

“Please Stop… Stop, you’re hurting me,” A woman’s voice cried out as every single one of ACW audience members turned their heads toward the entrance. The voice shrieked out in pain; one of those loud, piercing screams that would make your ears bleed as you turned your head… hoping and praying that the noise would go away. But it wouldn’t! 

Suddenly the screams of agony, turned into a hooking chorus; the familiar hook of a theme song, that every fan in professional wrestling knew all to well. The sound was so distinctive that only one person was disturbing enough to have it introduce him, whenever he entered an arena around the world… 

”Am I the only one?” 

”Yeah!” 

”Am I the only one?!?!” 
…

…

…

”Rape me…” 

And in no time at all; Osyrus made his way through the black curtain… stepping onto the stage, jeers arriving on cue as if there where a sign hanging above, that told the fans when to react. Pacing back in fourth on the ramp way; Osyrus wore dark blue jeans, that slide over the top of his black wrestling boots. A black wife beater; not Osyrus but his tank top, snuggly stretched across his massive chest 288 pound chest… which was concealed by a blue and black, denim type leather jacket with a black hood that covered Osyrus’ face from the crowd… still pacing like a caged animal as he held his head down. But the former ACW world champion was not alone… His pacing movements stopped as he looked back toward the curtain; where the drapes slowly separated again… a hand emerging, someone also wanted to make their presence felt here tonight on Alias’ behalf. 

The crowd was stunned. As they looked on; the commotion grew louder and louder with the arrival of the second person, who stepped onto the stage… whipping their hair back, just as the fans grew silent. The camera started at the individual’s feet, slowly moving upward. Who was this person that made the crowd quiet, even in Osyrus’ presence. Could it have been Rio Nexan, making another surprise return to ACW? Or a wrestler or fighter from another promotion… trying to extend their fifteen minutes of fame with the growing popularity of All Star Championship Wrestling? 

The photo-lenses of the camera moved upward; cat calls could be heard echoing in the distance as the ACW production equipment slightly skipped over heaving breasts of the mystery person… which was wrapped in a skin tight leather and jean outfit… who stood next to Osyrus with microphone in hand. But this person wasn’t a mystery at all; ACW fans had seen her before, as she made a startling appearance at Legends during Osyrus’ match with Silver Hawk. The woman rose her microphone up to her mouth, holding it there for a few seconds… before she pointed up to the ACWtron as the lights dimmed and footage of Legends was shown…. 

Just as Hawk was about to move, A hooded figure jumped from the crowd and held Hawk’s leg.. he fought to break free, but it was too late. Osyrus connected head on with ‘Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide” as SH slumped in the corner. The hooded figure jumped onto the apron, revealing a beautiful face and just as beautiful body.. raising her arms into the air, so everyone could catch a glimpse of her physique. All of a sudden the crowd popped when Jason Kain hit the ring, with large hammer in hand. He dropped it as he slide under the bottom rope; jumping onto Osyrus, and nailing him with hard punched in the face. 

The unknown woman jumped on Kain’s back, wrapping her legs and arms around him… choking him roughly. Kain got off of Osyrus as he rolled around on the mat with the mystery woman. Osyrus got away as he slide outside the ring; retrieving Kain’s hammer, then reentered the ring… Just as Kain got the psycho bitch off of him. As soon as he turned around…. Wham! Osyrus took Kain’s head off with the hammer. 

The footage stopped as her silence was finally broken. 

”There comes a time in everyone’s life; when they have to step out of the shadows… those dark shadows where they lay in wait, revealing themselves to the world to help another achieve their goals…” 

The male audience members pop after hearing the words ‘reveal’, thinking that they are going to see some T and A tonight. Alias stands in the ring; leaning on the ropes facing the ramp way, looking very un-impressed by the interruption. The mystery woman scrunches up her face in a disgusted matter before she turn to Osyrus, slightly smirking a bit. 

”When I decided to come into the light, what could be a better place than the most important pay per view in ACW’s existence… Legends. Am I right?! The catchphrase leading into the event, ‘Be remembered forever’. How appropriate is that for me? I aided the best fucking wrestler in the world, kick the holy shit out of that worthless piece of trailer park trash… Silver Hawk. The man doesn’t even deserve to be in the same ring; let alone the same building as the man that all wrestlers want to be like… and all those fucking ugly ass women want to be with, Osyrus. So Silver Hawk, let me ask you a question hun? How does it feel to be remembered forever as a loser at the most important match of your life? Not too good I bet.” 

Osyrus and the mystery woman laugh to each other, Alias yawning in the ring as the fans start to laugh themselves… The couple on the stage became irate, the ACW newcomer got back on the defensive. 

”You think you’re cute huh Alias… whatever your name is, or wherever TV show you stole that fucking name from… because you of all people shouldn’t be smiling right now. How in the hell can you be proud of yourself? You didn’t even earn the right to win that match at Legends! Who in the fucking hell have you beat to step into the ring with ‘A Legend in the Making’ like Osyrus? Was it that bum Scott Perry, that was afraid to take out Silver Hawk? That excuse of a champion ICU? Or maybe it was Dunn and Boyd? Did you three homosexuals have a naked wrestling match in the back, so you ‘earn the right’ to face the man that has whipped your ass… more times than you can count on your own damn fingers?!?! Tell me damn it, I want to know!” 

Osyrus steps in front of the woman, slipping the microphone out of her hands. He pushes his hood out of his face as he glares at Alias in the ring… intensity evident in his eyes. Osyrus raises the microphone up to his mouth, just as the jeers start, but on this night… not even the audience’s reaction could drown out what Osyrus had to say.

“You know, since day number fucking one… I have been the under dog in this shit hole of a company. Being over looked and miss-used by the fuck heads in the back, pulling the preverbal strings. I use to contemplate to myself when I would get my chance. I often wondered what I had to do, so I could be successful against all odds… while I still made my claims at being the very best that this industry had ever seen. What did I do to prove that? I bashed a fecker’s skull in with a lead pipe to win my first world heavyweight championship… that’s what I did. The first opportunity I got, I made something happen with it. But now it’s more than that… It’s more than just being the best in an industry full of pretenders… it’s fucking time to prove my dominance. It’s time I started a real reign of terror, where I won’t let talent-less jobbers like Jason Kain, Silver Hawk and even the constant thorn in my side name, Alias stop me from reaching my goals… And my number one objective is to become the three time ACW world champion.” 

Osyrus smirked to himself at the mere thought of becoming the world champion again; the mystery woman also smiling as she rubs her right hand on Osyrus’ rippled stomach muscles… where the title would be, that is if the former two time champ still had the belt in his possession. The ACW crowd on the other hand, boo’d and jeered the mere notion of their least favorite wrestler in the world becoming world champion again. The non stop gloating, never defending the title when he held it, and constant reminders of Osyrus being atop the ACW mountain… As he shoved his accomplishments down their throats, was too much for anyone to stomach. Especially for a third time. Alias just stood in the ring; his face was getting redder and more darker with every insult hurled in his and the fans direction. The TV champion adjusted the title belt on his shoulder while Osyrus continued his tirade. 

“…Because no one deserves to hold that title except for me. Not ICU, nor Kain or Rivers and especially not that fucker in the ring… No One but Me! With this beautiful and vicious woman on my side; willing to do my every bidding…” The woman nodding her head in a sexual way, licking her lips. 

“…there won’t be anyone that could stop me from reaching the top again.” But just as Osyrus paused, an idea popped into his head as he looked at Alias differently. He leaned over to the woman; whispering something in her ear as she looked at Alias as well, the two of them smiling and shaking their heads in agreement with whatever ‘The Personification of Talent’ said. 

“You know what Alias,” Osyrus started with a bounce in his step as he started to walk toward the ring… “You think that you’re Mr. Bad shit; beating guys in the ring that have been avoiding me their whole fucking career, during the time that we were in ‘that’ same fed together. You know what fed I am talking about Chris, and so does that jobber that you beat last week. If he, like you, had any balls… then he would have put his world title up against me. So I could have ripped it from his 12 year old girly grip, and brought it to this hole in the wall… that those two fags Dunn and Boyd call a wrestling company. 

If you had a title belt worth defending; you should be man enough to put it up against the man, a real man, that is pound for pound… the future of this fucking sports industry. Hell, why am I being modest? I am the superstar that people wish they were in the past, I am the present and I am the superstar that rakes in all the damn money for this company… And the only reason why you Alias, have enough food stamps in your wallet to make a affordable living; if you can call living in a broke down taxi cab, a comfortable lifestyle?” 

Alias backs up in the ring; throwing down the TV title as he urges Osyrus to get in the ring. The crowd rallying behind Alias, as Osyrus just laughs… looking back up the ramp way. 

”You see that Isis? That guy Alias is a real fucking comedian. He knows he don’t want to get his ass beat that fucking bad by me. Alias, I’d whip that ass so fast, that I wouldn’t even break a sweat! But if you do want to fight, let’s make it interesting… I want to make you suffer Chris, I want you feel the same way I felt when I lost to you of all people, at Legends. I felt like I jobbed a nobody like Nature or Ron Williams or worse yet, Ash Wild.” 

A little pop from the crowd is heard after hearing familiar names from ACW’s past and present.

“I’ll take that back… Even Ron Williams is better than you! But Alias, all the joking aside. I want to take your prize possession from you; I want to embarrass you in front of the entire world like you did to me! Alias, you want to fight me… Only on my terms. Put that piece of shit TV title on the line… put the one title that doesn’t even make sense in this god forsaken place. Why have the belt when ACW isn’t even good enough to be on a fucking television network…. What is the point of showcasing the talent of wrestlers, when nobody in this place has no talent; except for yours truly. 

So what do you say Alias; are you still man enough to have the title on the line?” 

Osyrus aims the microphone at Alias’ head, almost hitting him as he ducks out of the way. Alias nods his head, Osyrus began to smirk as he back pedaled up the ramp way. ‘Rape Me” kicked up again over the P.A system, Alias staring a hole through his long time fEar rival… thoughts racing through his mind wondering where the hell Osyrus had actually found that psycho hose-bitch in the first place. 

”Thought so bitch…” The mouthed out words, coming from Osyrus’ lips as he and the new ACW member Isis disappear from behind the curtain. Alias’ theme replaced Osyrus’, just he left the ring… slapping a few of the ACW fans’ hands. What had Alias got himself into, and what laid ahead for the current TV champ with the odds stacked against him.

Changes

"So just what the hell do you want?"

As HAWK peered up from his new office chair, the commanding figure of Dante Inferno stood before him, a sly smile across his face as he looked down at his new..."boss".

"Dante...pal...what do you want?"

"I need a match tonight...I need to beat someone up."

HAWK burst out a short laugh as he then pretending to be clearing his throat.

"You want to "beat some up"...nice nice. OK, erm, who exactly?"

"Vacton."

"Mmmmm..."

Last week, in the Royal Rumble match, not only did Vacton help HAWK out in his time of need, he saved HAWK from behind eliminated by Dante's very own hand, then only to be eliminated himself as Dante got up.

"Ahhhh...Vacton huh, don't know if that's going to be a possibility tonight, why don't I book a match with a silver haired guy who keeps messing you about?"

Dante sneered down and then began to walk to the door...

"What something I said Dante? Listen, if Vacton agree...OK then, you've got your match."

As Dante left...Gonz walked through the door. The duo were part of the 5 at the helm of the new ACW era, but even with a staff of five, they were having trouble with the organization part of things.

"HAWK...dude...we've only got 3, possibly four matches booked for tonight, Winters has seriously left us with one small roster. I've got Williams versus Perry, Jade and that number guy and Dubbs and Kain for later on in the night. We don't have a main event, nor have we heard from ICU or Rivers yet...this shit is fucked up."

HAWK leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head, as he looked around at his new office.

"HAWK...are you listening to me?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Jesus...we're gonna be fired if it goes like this..."

"Jimmy, wait...how many times have you wrestled in shows were you never knew what the hell was going on. Trust me, we are doing WELL...I've got Dante and Vacton I think for tonight too, so add that to your program. Don't worry about it, it's the first show, I'm sure Dunn and Boyd aren't looking for miracles, and the roster thing is being attended to...Fonzi is out just now making a few calls."

"OK then," Gonz replied as he left the office, but it wasn't over, as a knock on the door greeted yet another visitor, HAWK looked up only for his night to take a small twist.

"Officer Hawthorn...nice to see you again."

Yeah, tonight was going to go really swell.

Quinton's Army Meeting #006

Another week dawned on the ACW, and more importantly, Quinton's Army. 

The coolest thing since sliced bread. 

Actually, there's a story of how melted cheese is cooler than sliced bread, but that involves bumsex, and has no place on a wrestling program.

"BUMCECKS!"

Except maybe when you've got Janitor Howard on your roster.

Quinton's Army was in the boiler room. 

All of them, except the two latest acquisitions; Ron Williams and ToK. Quinton May sat on a chair, looking annoyed. Hadn't been a good couple of weeks for him since the frenzied excitement of Legends came and went. And for the second straight meeting, Ron Williams wasn't present.

Coupled that with the abysmal way El Janitors performed last week during the Rumble, and 006.392 getting bashed up by Vincent Pembridge... and it was quite understandable why Quincy looked absolutely incensed. He looked out in front of him, and cringed. Everybody was just too relaxed. 

That wasn't his vision. 

It was acceptable at first, but now, with a million of things on the horizon, there was no time for clowning about.

What he saw disgusted him. Janitor Howard was swaying his hips, Janitor Morris scratching his crotch, and 006.392 stroking his non-existent goatee.

All of them weren't taking things seriously.

"Stop whatever the hell you all are doing!" Quinton snarled.

This surprised El Janitors and 006.392, who promptly obeyed the Dictator's orders and stepped towards Quinton, the three of them forming a line and standing at attention. May nodded his head as his eyes scanned his men, before he got up from the chair. Wincing while doing so. His right hand went straight to his hip, the effects of getting bashed up by 108192 last week after their match. For the second straight show, the X-Prisoner had mauled him, and Quincy was getting fed up with it all.

It was time to turn the tables.

"I look at the three of you today, and I'm disappointed. We, The Army, were doing so well up to last week. Now, it's all gone to hell. Everything's in a mess. ToK & Ron aren't even here, although ToK did inform me of that earlier. But Ron... I was hoping he would be here. He's had more than enough time to settle in. Forget the two of them for a second, though. Since the three of you are here, I'll address the three of you."

The atmosphere of the boiler room was cagey, as Quinton's words were dripping with malice. It was quite rare for El Janitors and the kid to seem him be so angry, but they were witnessing it right now. And they didn't like it. They were completely uncomfortable with the whole situation.

But really, they only had themselves to blame.

"First, 006.392... well, I'm not really disappointed in you. Last week, you put up quite a fight against that Vincent Pembridge guy. But I don't understand why, of all weapons, you would use a baguette. I mean, a baguette is only good for eating and for a substitute as a dildo. Your little investigative work, however, I liked. I know you'll probably want to get right back on it tonight, but you're still a wee bit injured... and plus, you apparently have a fight with Jade later. I want you to concentrate on that, and give your all in that match. You are the YOUTH OF THE NATION and it is my responsibility to take care of you. Vincent Pembridge is proving to be a very dangerous man and I don't want you dealing with him until further notice. Understand?"

006.392 nodded his head and saluted his Dictator, before taking a step back. May now turned his focus to El Janitors.

And the look on his face said it out; he was absolutely incensed at Howard & Morris. And they knew it, judging by the way their knees were knocking each other and the way they were trembling from the fear.

"Speaking of Jade, it brings me to the two of you. Now, you failed horribly at trying to get Jade to join us. I mean, really... your approach was ridiculous. But I want you to try again tonight. I agree with you, she does have talent. And she'd be a great acquisition. I won't even have to see her fight 006.392 here to know that she'd bring a new edge to QA. So, I want you two to try again. But there's another thing I have to bring up; the Rumble last week!"

Howard gulped, as Morris released a gigantic fart. When he was really nervous and fearful, the Eastern European would emit some real stinkers.

"Yes, PHRAAT indeed. YOU TWO EMBARASSED QUINTON'S ARMY LAST WEEK! I had my hopes placed on the two of you, hoping El Janitors would bring fame to not only themselves, but to QA as well. Instead, you two were the first eliminated! That's not the way it was supposed to be!"

El Janitors hung their heads low, in shame. They knew they had disappointed Quinton, but they also knew that they were completely remorseful. What could they do to rectify that, though? They wanted to know.

"I AM FREAKING SORRY, QUINTON!"

Quincy shook his head, ignoring the apology of Morris.

"Forget it. What's done is done. Men, tonight... you all know what has to be done. As for myself, I've got to think.. think of the way QA is progressing. Doesn't look good, men. I'm willing to work on it, but if the rest aren't, changes will have to me made!"

Waving his hand at El Janitors & 006.392 in a dismissive manner, indicating the meeting was over, Quinton seeked to sit back down on the chair. But just then, the door to the boiler room opened, and in stepped... RON WILLIAMS. Yes, he'd finally made it! Finally, Mr St George was in attendance for a QA meeting, and he looked quite honoured to be there, too.

Quinton simply sniggered.

"Wow. You're here. Meeting's ended and NOW, you come. Bah!"

With those words, Quinton limped out of the boiler room, in an even fouler mood. Ron pouted, upset that he'd angered Quinton. Janitor Howard dragged his feet over to Ron, and hugged him, in an attempt to console him.

"GAH! GET LOST, FREAk!"

Quinton's Army was in danger of crumbling, it would seem. Where do the band of misfits go from here?

Changes Part 2

As HAWK's new found office began to settle a little since the flush of activity a few moment ago, Agent Hawthorn of the FBI sat opposite the new found booker in ACW. HAWK had ordered all calls be directed to other booking staff and his door was locked, as this was Agent Hawthorn's time to ask the questions.

"I won't beat around the bush here Mr. HAWK...I've been going around the ACW staff for over a week and a half now and I've spoken to pretty much every member on the ACW payroll, except yourself."

"I'm sorry about that Agent Hawthorn, you know about my situation at home I presume?"

"Yes I do...but now that I have your full attention, I'll ask you a few questions, it won't take long. What was your general opinion of Mr. Winters?"

"Human garbage."

Agent Hawthorn looked up at HAWK as he pulled out a pen and notepad from his pocket, HAWK looked back at him unshaken...

"Human garbage Mr. HAWK? What brings such a emotion to the forefront?"

"Ethan Winters was human garbage, simple. The way he treated people, be it go workers, staff, people higher up or even the public. He had a total disregard for other people's feelings and he didn't give a damn about anything if it wasn't about making him money."

"Wasn't it right that Mr. Winters was actually about to fire you at the start of his reign in ACW, was there a reason for that?"

"To put it simply...No. There was no reason to fire me, apart from his notion that I was too old for this business. What the hell does he know about this business? He came here to use ACW to make him money and to play about with it for a little while. He had no idea about the business nor how to run it the right way. His way of running the business probably is the main factor he lies where he does right now?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"IMO, it's either some co-worker that he pissed off at some time or another, or else it's some maniac fan who thought he could do good for ACW by killing him."

"How about yourself Mr. HAWK, are you some pissed off co-worker?"

HAWK laughed.

"Don't get me wrong Agent Hawthorn, I hated Winters, but I hate a lot of people in this business. Hell Vince McMahon fired me many moons ago, you don't see me going and killing him do you? I'm not that kind of man Agent Hawthorn, and if you didn't notice I was wrestling the night of his death and I was here all day."

As Agent Hawthorn looked to ask another question, there was a knock on the door as HAWK moved and opened the door, it was Jimmy Gonz.

"HAWK, the first match it about to go..."

"OK, I'll be right there. Agent Hawthorn, I'm sorry to leave you like this but as you surely know, myself and a few friends have got a federation to run, can we conclude this possibly at the end of the night?"

"What will be fine," Agent Hawthorn claimed as he looked around the office.

"You want a box? We've got a few spare and if nobody else is using them?"

"Ehh...sure why not, not watched a good wrestling show in a while."

"Been watching WWE every week then?" 

Ron Williams Vs. Scott Perry

    

'Rik Waller' Something Inside So Strong. 

Ron Williams, without a win in ACW he must feel frustrated. 

As he hears his music play he squeezes in to the gorilla position, waiting for his cue to enter the arena. He felt hungry. He looked around for a quick snack but saw nothing edible. He was shoved out on to the stage. He raised his arms in the air and looked around at the crowd. He dropped his arms and began to waddle down the ramp towards the ring. Ron used the stairs to get up on to the apron. He walked across the apron and slowly stepped through the middle ropes, entering the ring. His music began to fade and he sat down, lazily, in his corner.

I.
I stand.
Not crawling.
Not falling down.

Nobody. Where was Scott Perry? The music stopped and the referee looked around questionably.

I.
I stand.
Not crawling.
Not falling down.

Nothing. Ron Williams stood up, concerned. The music stopped one more time. The referee retreated towards the announcer and began having a discussion with him. A few moments passed as the referee stood beside Ron Williams.

“Ladies and gentlemen” the announcer started. Ron’s eyes lit up, he realised he had won. “The winner of this match as a result of…”

Things that make you go Hmmm…
Things that make you go…
Hmm…

Ron looked out at the top of the ramp in horror. He hoped, prayed that Scott Perry wouldn’t show. He barely had time to say “Please, God” before…

Through the fans, over the barricade, under the bottom rope, Scott Perry entered from behind Ron Williams and grabbed him around the waist, quickly tossing him in the air in to a release German suplex. Scott quickly scrambled over and sat on Ron Williams’ back and locked in a camel clutch. Ron quickly arched his back and rolled over, Scott, crushed underneath Ron, was pinned.

1…

Scott rolled over, Ron’s chest to the mat, and jumped to his feet. He ran against the ropes, Ron got to his feet; Scott delivered a shoulder block, sending Ron down to the mat. Scott took advantage and bounced against another rope, dropped in to a roly-poly, up to his feet and delivered a rolling thunder. 

Ron blubbered around the rind, finishing up on his belly near the edge of the ring. Scott jumped up and began stomping on the side of Ron until Ron slipped out of the ring to the outside. Scott drops on to his back and rolls out of the ring, landing on his feet. He pulls Ron to his feet and scoops him up, delivering a scoop slam like maneuver in to the fan barricade. Ron fell down, looking up at the bright lights.

The referee scrambled out of the ring as Scott Perry picked up a folding steel chair and closed it up. The referee warned him not to use it. Scott shoved the referee to one side and headed over to a recovering Ron Williams. He raised the chair above his head, waiting for the right moment. 

As it came he pulled the chair back behind his head. The referee grabbed it from him and yelled at the angry looking Scott Perry. Ron came from behind with a forearm to the back of Scott’s head, sending Scott to the floor. Ron stood over him for a second, sucking in air. He was forced to get back in to the ring by the referee; he rolled in to the ring and stood up. He lent on the ropes, looking down at Scott Perry, who was using the fan barricade to help himself to his feet. 

Ron was exhausted, but the match had barely started. Scott had been playing injured, and quickly hopped up on to the apron and grabbed Ron’s head. He choked Ron Williams on the top rope, Ron flew back and landed on his back.. Scott Perry quickly slid under the bottom rope and covered Ron, hooking his leg.

1…

2…

Ron slung his shoulder in to the air. Scott knelt up, slapping the mat and holding up 3 fingers at the referee. The referee argued that it was a two count; Scott had no choice but to finish the match. He jumped to his feet and ran over to the corner, quickly jumping from mat to top turnbuckle, facing away from Ron. He was going to go for one of his trademark moves, a twisting 5 star frog splash.

Ron was dazed, until something hit him. That smell. That smell of… No, could it have been? He looked over to see a popcorn vender walking around the front row of the audience. He slid out of the ring and grabbed a pack from the box and started chomping it down. Meanwhile, in the ring:

Scott twisted and kicked his legs out, his arms between his legs. Delivering a five star right in to nothing but mat. Ron had already finished one pack of popcorn and was on to his second. He saw an opportunity and slid in to the ring. Scott jumped around, holding his chest. Ron hit him in the head with the popcorn pack. 

Popcorn flew everywhere. 

Scott stumbled backwards and slipped on some of the loose popcorn, banging the back of his head on the bottom turnbuckle. Ron grabbed Scott’s leg and dragged him to the middle of the ring. He looked out at the crowd and raised one hand, bounced off the rope and delivered…

THE CHICKEN LEG!!!
THE CHICKEN LEG!!!

Ron slid on to Scott Perry and hooked the leg.

1…

2…

3…!!!

NO WAY!! 

We had a winner, and for the first time ever in his career in ACW, It was Ron Williams! Ron Williams had won! The crowd were in shock, as was Scott Perry, who, though very dazed, had managed to get to his knees. He looked at Ron, who was jumping about excitedly, and he wondered… “How in the hell…”

Winner: Ron Williams

Yet Another Proposal

El Janitors scurried down a hallway, displaying some sense of urgency. They had a very important task to fulfill, and they were aiming to hopefully make up for their abysmal performance in the big #1 Contendership Rumble last week, that would eventually see Quinton forgive them. However, the UNOFFICIAL ACW Tag-Team Champions would HAVE to get Jade to join The Army, though.

And judging by the way things went last week, that would be a tall order.

Turning a corner, Howard & Morris smiled; Jade had finally been spotted. Outside her own locker-room, stretching her legs in preparation of her upcoming match. Clearing their throats, Morris & Howard looked at each other... and nodded their heads.

It was time.

El Janitors began to swagger over, confident that they would be able to draft The Jaded One to join forces with them in QA, despite the flat-out refusal to do so the previous week. Jade turned around the second she heard the sound that resembled a cat being strangled; it was simply Janitor Morris burping.

"You two again?"

"Yes, Jade. It is us, El Janitors. We've got to make yet another proposal."

Howard now glanced at Morris, giving him the cue to take over. Jade sighed as she folded her arms and watched as Janitor Morris scratch his head, as he readied himself for the most important moment of his life.

"EITHER FREAKING JOIN QUINTON'S ARMY OR FREAKING GIVE US DADDIES SOME FREAKING SUGAR!"

Disgusted, The Jaded One sidekicked Morris and to Howard, delivered a hard backhand smash. Both men lay on the ground, rolling over in pain, screaming in agony while doing so. Jade simply shook her head, utterly furious at what Morris had offered, and stormed off. It was almost time for her match, in any case. But as far as El Janitors were concerned...

"OW! MOMMY! THIS FREAKING HURTS! HELP!"

They had failed again. 

And this time, the backlash from Quinton would prove to be even harsher.

Wuss, Part One.

Charlie Loc wondered down the hall. 

He wasn’t booked again tonight, and was bored. In his hand he held a briefcase covered in a variety of stickers.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

Charlie heard the slapping of feet on the floor. As he turned around Scott Perry could be seen running in his direction. 

Loc Grunted. 

He looked down at Scott’s feet. He was wearing pink fluffy rimmed slippers… Scott slid past him and out of view. A smashing and crashing was heard. Loc walked forward and helped Scott Perry out of the popcorn stand. Scott brushed the popcorn off of him.

“I’m sick of popcorn tonight.”

“I saw” Loc grunted back, uninterested.

“Hey!” Scott yelped excitedly, “Is that your kit?” he exclaimed, pointing at the briefcase.

“Sure is.” Charlie said, a glistening in his eye.

“C’mon! Tattoo me! Tattoo me!”

“Alright...”

Charlie put his arm around Scott Perry and walked him off in to the distance.

Tricky Times

Jade sits in the locker room watching Jason pace back and forth, wearing a groove in the ugly carpeted floor. She knew he had a lot on his mind, so she just sat and watched patiently, until finally he stopped and turned to look at her. 

“Are you fighting tonight?” Jason raised an eyebrow and sat down on the couch across from the overstuffed chair she was sitting in.

“Yeah,” Jade stopped at that. She said nothing more and looked over at him cocking her head to one side.

“Well then, why didn’t you tell me?” Jade noticed the look on Jason’s face. It was a slight look of disappointment.

“I knew you were too busy with all of your shit, to worry about who I’m fighting. Besides...it’s an easy win. I’ve been somewhat forced into this match anyways,”

“Who is it?”

Jade grabbed the piece of paper from the coffee table beside her. She scanned over it for a few seconds and read out some numbers. “006.392” She raised an eyebrow and looked at Kain. He began to laugh.

“How did you get forced into that match?” he looked at her and shook his head, retreating off the couch to resume his spot on the carpet, walking back and forth, waiting for her to respond.

She watched him again for a few moments, then tossed the paper onto the coffee table, and stood up herself, placing her hands on her hips slightly. She shook her head too and stared at the television screen, which was on mute but still showed pictures of the crowd in the arena. 

“Those stupid Janitors won’t leave me alone. They started bugging me last week, and now their stalking me I think. So, since 006.392 is in their little army, then he gets to be punished too.” 

Kain just shook his head and looked at her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and watched the television with her for a moment. “I’m sorry I’ve been so pre-occupied lately.” 

Jade turned around and kissed him. She smiled and grabbed his hands in hers. “Jason, it’s okay. I understand. Most girlfriends wouldn’t, but I’m in this industry too, remember? I know what it’s like to be pushed in fifty different directions and to have everything change a hundred times from week to week.” She smiled again. “I’m always going to be around, it’s not like I’m going anywhere just because you haven’t talked to me in a few hours. I’ll be right here when you get back.” Jade kissed him and pushed away. “We’re gettin' all mushy ‘n stuff.” 

Jade winked at him as she backed away. She sat on the couch, and reached into her bag by her feet. Grabbing out a roll of white tape, she looked up at Kain, who was still watching her, smiling. Jade began to tape her left wrist, “Now let’s get ready for our matches!”

The Mission

"I can't believe you want a shot at the TV title," Isis yelled at Osyrus, who was leaning back in the leather couch that was in their dressing room. He continued to stretch out, and she didn't let up on the insults. 

"Come on Omar, you're better than that.. why would you even lower yourself into facing that jack off Alias. How many times have you beat him?" She replied, sitting next to Osyrus, rubbing on his leg... 

"Two times, but that's not the point. The point is that I have to teach this punk a lesson. I am tired of these young guys that have no talent... trying to make a name for themselves on my behalf. I am really fucking sick and tired of  all the Alias'; Silver Hawks', ICUs' and especially the Jason Kains' thinking that they are better than yours truly. These same fucking guys keep running their mouths and now I am fed up with it." He pauses, Isis trying to console him, but he pushes her away. 

"These feckers like Kain; being pissed off because I call myself the god of the ring... Why does he even give a fuck what I call myself? He should be more worried about his worthless career, than stupid gimmick nick names I want to call myself. That's the whole reason why Kain is such a loser now... and stuck in midcard hell, where he belongs." 

"Of course that's why... he will never get a shot at you or the ACW world title, and if he does... this company will deserve to burn in hell. Jason Kain as a champion? That's like calling that slut Jade, Ms. fucking American." Isis chimes in, both of them laughing at her shot on Kain's valet/ friend. 

"But it's pay back time for Alias tonight; at the pay per view, he got damn lucky.. but tonight I am going kick his ass and take that fucking strap he calls a championship. World TV title my ass, I wipe my ass with the TV title and when I win it in that very ring... I am going to give it to you," 

"Really?!?!" Isis sitting up on the couch, inter-locking her hands together... big smile on her faces that stretches from ear to ear. 

"Nah, I think I am going to use it as a hub cap for one of my vehicles instead." Isis' mood changing in mid as she sunk into the couch, starting to pout. 

"You don't need that piece of crap title Isis, you're better than it and all of the jobbers have held it. Losers like ICU, Aaron Ward and the biggest loser of them all... Alias. I don't want your name in the same category as theirs." 

"I guess you're right. I am better than those guys, but I have never been a champion before... that's all." 

"Why should you even care about titles, when you're walking around with a damn living trophy case." Osyrus said in a cocky fashion, jabbing Isis softly in the arm. 'When I win the world title again, I'll let you carry it for me. Hell, Kain and Alias can't even say they have been a world champion; let alone even touching the title." 

"All this talk about Kain and Alias, we shouldn't even be talking about those two ass clowns... we got more important things to talk about." Isis getting off of the couch, adjusting her shirt and bra. "We got to come up with a plan tonight for all of our enemies." 

Now intrigued; Osyrus gets up to as he walks up to Isis... pulling her close to his chest. 

"What do you got in mind?" Now the two are nose to nose, before Isis turns away as she grabs his crotch... Osyrus jumps up, very aroused about what he thinks is going to happen next. 

"You'll see." She walks to the door and leaves the dressing room. Osyrus looks down, then peers at the locker room door, as it is slammed shut. 

"Fucking tease." 

Yet Another Proposal

He sat their, on the cold floor, leaning up against the concrete walls, with his only companion being a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel's. He wasn't the type of man to normally take up drinking, but it was starting to get to him. All of this damn posturing, this these silly little games. 

He took another swig and closed his eyes. If only he had been watching the damn road. It would have never happened and he would be up in Minnesota, teaching kids how to read. Instead, here he was, in this bloody shithole, drinking away his past. Adding to the problem was that little punk Quinton may and his lousy army. He didn't know when that band of buffoons might barge through his door and pounce. It was frieken pins and needles.

Worst of all though was the thought that every problem in his whole life, was caused by that damn quarter. A 1973, rusted up old piece of shit, the size of his thumb ruined his whole fucking life. If he had just kept his eyes on the road, he would've seen the light turn red, and he would've seen the damn light turn. That kid would've never been hit, and he never would have been thrown in jail.

It was all going so damn well. Beautiful wife, great young son, and in the blink of an eye, it was all taken from his. Snatched up without any care or concern as the judge's gavel hit. CASE CLOSED... His life, tossed down the fuckin' drain, and for what? It couldn't bring the kid back, it was an honest mistake. He didn't go out that night looking to kill anybody but the judge didn't care. All he cared about was getting done with the case, so he could take his little vacation to Hawaii.

When the verdict was handed out, he lost everything. He became nothing more than a lousy number, or maybe a damn statistic... All he had left now was this damn orange jumpsuit he picked up yesterday, his jeans, his t-shirt and this damn bottle of Jack D... 

108 192 sat there, on the cold floor, leaning up against the concrete walls, with his only companion being a three quarters empty bottle of Jack Daniel's.

Jade Vs. 006.392

  

The fans prepared themselves for one of the oddest matches in ACW history. Sure, in the past, they've been subjected to some matches which have left them scratching their heads. Last week, for example, when Quinton May battled 108192. A match where every time 108192 gained some sort of momentum, he would stop and gaze at his precious picture.

Needless to say, all that gazing cost him the match.

"Unwanted" by Avril Lavigne began to pipe through the arena's sound system, and out came Jade, accompanied by a pretty decent pop. She wasn't having too good a night thus far, what with El Janitors pestering her to join Quinton's Army again. On this night, Jade had simply lost control of herself and lashed out at the two janitors. Whether she meant it or not, it'll never be known. Too late for any regrets, if any, now.

Wearing a blue sleeveless tank top, trademark black fingerless gloves, black pants and black boots... Jade climbed into the ring, clapping her hands over her head to acknowledge the warm reception she was getting. Why wouldn't there be cheers for her? Jade had a good personality, and more importantly, it's a cardinal rule that all shapely females in the industry must be cheered for.

Or suffer getting bashed up and subjected to insults of a homosexual tendency.

"GAY FECKER!"

"FAGGOT! FAGGGGGGOT!"

"BATTY BOY! HAHA, YOU IS A BATTY BOY!"

Yeah, things like that. Capish? Good. Batty boys.

In any case, as Jade began to stretch her arms, getting ready for this match, "Forest" by System Of A Down replaced Jade's fading theme, and out came a member of Quinton's Army. One who was pretty damn young to even be involved in the ins-and-outs of this industry, much less compete on public television. Its none other than the enigmatic teenager with the unusual name; 006.392! As he trooped out, most people were reminded of just how young he was, as the YOUTH OF THE NATION, as Quinton May also refers to him by, was wearing a black Dragonball Z t-shirt with baggy black jeans and black sneakers.

Goth, he's not. A typical adolescent, he is.

However, he too got a decent round of cheers, simply for being associated with the phenomenon known as Janitor Morris and Quinton May. The YOTN was limping though, most probably due to the attack dished out by Vincent Pembridge the previous week. As the kid rolled into the ring, he raised his arms in the air, doing what Jade did in terms of acknowledging the crowd. The referee finally signaled for the bell to be rung, and the match was underway.

*DING DING DING*

Jade & 006.392 now began to circle each other after both had finished playing up to the fans. It was time to get down to business, and the inexperienced YOTN would have a lot to do if he was to prove that he is but a mere adolescent. Jade smirked as she initiated a tie-up, and after a few moments of struggling, The Jaded One slammed her right knee into the kid's stomach, before rocking him with a hard right. 006.392 stumbled backwards, fuming at how easily he had been conned. Jade continued to grin, now complete with the knowledge of how green 006.392 was.

Again, she initiated a tie-up, and this time, as 006.392 leaned in... Jade sucker-punched him with a right hook, before following up with a brace of forearm smashes. With the kid dazed, The Jaded One whipped him into the ropes and grounded him with a hiptoss. 006.392 got right up and charged at Jade, his pride now hurt, but was simply on the receiving end of another hiptoss. The YOTN staggered back into his feet and had a feeling third time's the charm; wrong again. This time, Jade schooled him with a fireman's carry slam, eliciting a decent response from sections of the crowd who were true fans of amateur wrestling.

Picking 006.392 up, Jade whipped him into the ropes again, and this time, showed no mercy with a back body-drop. The kid crashed down onto the canvas with some impact, as he hollered out in pain. Getting up, rage flowed through his veins, but he couldn't do anything about it; especially since The Jaded One kicked him in the gut and drilled him with a DDT. The referee dropped to the mat to make the count;

ONE...

TWO...

TH...

Kick-out from the young member of QA, which left many wondering why he didn't stay down. Jade was thinking the same thing as she picked 006.392 up and sent her forearm flying into his face a couple more times, before forcefully whipping him towards the turnbuckle. He might have been dazed and dormant for the match thus far, but it seem a fire had been lit inside the kid, as he jumped onto the top of the turnbuckle, fully aware that Jade was intending to follow up with a clothesline. Jumping over her head and landing on his feet, 006.392 watch as the fans gasped in shock. Another surprise was in store; although Jade had prevented from smashing her own face into the turnbuckle, she turned around and got a dropkick for her troubles.

Yes, 006.392 actually executed a dropkick.

He then rolled on his back and charged at The Jaded One, who was stuck in the corner, and hit a high-leg clothesline. No doubt picked up from the Dictator Of QA. Jade staggered out of the corner and dropped to her knees, clutching her jaw at the same time. 006.392, meanwhile, felt on fire and hopped onto the top of the turnbuckle, keeping her eyes on Jade.

Who was now back to her feet and wondering where the hell the YOTN was.

Turning around, she watched as 006.392 took flight and attempted to connect with a missile dropkick, but all The Jaded One had to do was take a few steps back. The kid crashed down to the mat, missing, and now had to watch as Jade attempted to lock in a sharpshooter-like move. 006.392 was struggling for all that was worth... and it paid off, as he finally mustered up enough strength in his legs to kick out at Jade, sending her into the turnbuckle spine-first. Wincing, she staggered out of the corner and walked right into...

Yeah, surprise. The kid can wrestle; a bloody hurricanrana, and a good one, too. The cheers were immense, as he made an immediate cover;

ONE...

TWO...

TH...

Jade eased out of the cover, and brought disappointment to 006.392's face. Who had truly believed he'd done enough to had the victory in the bag. Hissing, he picked Jade up and whipped her into the ropes. As she came back, the YOTN took a step back and attempted to hit a spinning heel-kick. The Jaded One ducked it and as 006.392 turned around, picked him up... slamming him back down to the canvas in a Samoan Drop. 006.392 seemed to have all the air knocked out of him, as Jade placed her palms on the mat and pushed up. Realizing that a great chance existed, she scurried over to the corner and climbed to the top, the crowd urging her own. Reaching there, she realised how far away 006.392 was.

But she took a deep breath, and jumped off.

Connecting beautifully with a cross-ring shooting star press. And the immediate cover;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!

There was no way 006.392 could have kicked-out, and The Jaded One punched the air in delight as she jumped to her feet. Jade was notching up a good record against Quinton's Army thus far; first, El Janitors... and now, 006.392. Jade rolled out of the ring and walked to the back, taking a glance at 006.392 in the ring, who was... well, sulking.

Still young at heart, he is. But willing to learn? You bet.

Winner: Jade

Wuss, Part Two.

“Owwy! Owwy! Owwy!” Scott cried loudly from inside Charlie Loc’s dressing room.

“It’s okay Scott…” Charlie reassured him as he opened the door to his locker room. “That tattoo looks really sweet.”

Scott turned around to face Charlie. The fans laughed loudly.

A tattoo was in between his shoulder blades, it read…

“Wuss”.

“I can’t see it.”

Scott tried to look on his back, spinning around as if he were a dog chasing its tail.

“Sure Scott, it looks great. Go show some people.”

“Okay! Scott yelled, half jumping in to the air and running off in to the distance.

“Wuss.” Said Charlie, shaking his head before backing off in to his locker room.

Slight Change In Plans

"HOWARD! MORRIS! WHAT THE HELL?!"

The boiler-room revisited, as Quinton May screamed at El Janitors. ToK was there, finally, and shook his head having heard what El Janitors had to report regarding the status of Jade and her desire to join Quinton's Army.

Which, of course, was non-existant. Especially with the latest offer that had been placed on the table.

It was the very offer that had Quinton raging mad right about now. He couldn't believe what Janitor Morris had said to Jade and was thinking of strangling him. Yet again, they had failed in what seemed to be a simple task to Quincy.

"QUINTON, IT'S NOT OUR FREAKING FAULT!"

"Yeah, Morris laid it out pretty clearly. Surely, she won't want to give us some sugar, so she SHOULD have taken the other option."

"YAH. IT WAS FREAKING GUARANTEED TO WORK, BUT SOMEHOW, IT FREAKING DIDN'T!"

"And she had to viciously beat us up too! She was like an animal, tearing our insides open. Not cool, not cool at all!"

Quinton May shook his head and out of frustration, kicked his chair with some power. It flew over the head of the janitors, who now shut up and hung their heads in shame again. May was gritting his teeth, on the verge of snapping, as ToK paced around the boiler room, absorbing all the information. He found the situation to be very interesting, and started to wonder about who exactly Jade was.

"Quinton, I think I can take over in the convincing of Jade..." he suddenly said as he glanced at May, who turned to look at him, simmering down a bit.

El Janitors were shocked. ToK was willingly going to go up against the evil bitch from hell, they thought? Well, that was what Howard thought. Morris was currently thinking of how to perform a blowjob on himself.

BLOWJOB~!

.... Ahem. Yes, well... blowjobs rock.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I think I'll get started now, if I'm not needed here anymore."

Quinton nodded his head and smiled thinly, relieved that the quest for attaining a new member hadn't completely crashed and burned. Turning back to face El Janitors, though, he became overwhelmed with rage again. They had continually failed to live up to the high standards he had set, and always seem to muck up simple tasks. And then, all of a sudden, it hit him.

He had a new job for them. One where they'd be required to fail. They couldn't possibly muck that up.

"Men, slight change in plans now. I've got a new job for you. Time to set the record straight.""

The Finding

Ron’s been finding it difficult recently. 

The last couple of weeks have been emotional hell for him. Reluctantly joining Quinton’s Army along with getting beat up weekly by a girl is tough for Ron. 

His facial expression told the story with as he stumbles into his locker room. Ron elegantly sitting on the couch feels a crackle under his cellulite infested rear end. Grabbing something from under him he holds a letter gallantly in his left sweaty hand. 

‘HMMMMMMMMMM A LETTER!!! RESPECT!!’ 

Ron thought he was funny today obviously as he talked in a rapper style voice. Yet again we see an example in the differences in moods Ron can have. One week he is a flaming lunatic, the other moment he talks like Snoop Doggy Dog. Ron has issues. 

‘Lets read this letter then. Bet its from my bitch Hillary Smell’s’ 

Ron’s jokingly rip into Hillary’s name at least made someone laugh as he threw his arms up into the air and chuckled loudly. Opening the letter he slowly takes his time to read the content. 

‘ Meet me in CARL KIMBELL'S EATERY!’ 

Ron is stunned at this. Something has enlighten him and made him be stunned at what he read. It seems to register in his system and Ron looks like he’s going to jump around. 

‘WOAH CARL KIMBELL!!! That’s Kel’s brother off Kenan and Kel . KEL KIMBELL! AND CARL KIMBELL! ‘ 

Yet again Ron’s poor attempt at a joke caused people to laugh but evidently at Ron’s expense and not at the poorly organised joke he told. 

‘Well I think I have to go now. Fuck this locker room Im out! Tell these people something they don’t already know about me! 

Ron is now Eminem as he slowly leaves the locker room doing the Westside signal. What a moron!! Someone get that guy a blow job! 

Cleared When I Want To Be.

“WHAT THE HELL!?”

Jason Kain didn’t look pleased at all. His challenge was left unanswered from last week. He was being ignored. Jason Kain doesn’t like to be ignored.

“WHAT THE HELL!?”

Once again the expletive jumped from his mouth, and once again he just stared at the wall. The distractions of the world had been getting to him, and this was just another distraction. But this one distraction was one he could rectify… and quickly. But it just seemed as if no matter what he did, he’d never get the respect he deserved. Kain packed his bag up and walked out of his room. A backstage helper rushed up to him.

“Mr. Kain… you’re up in two minutes! You’ve got a match with A*Dubbs… wait… sir? Why aren’t you ready?”

Kain looked at the guy, then smiled.

“I’m not cleared to wrestle.”

The man looked at his paper, and it was true… but a clause stated that Kain would wrestle through the injury. So the man was even more confused.

“But, sir… you said you’d wrestle tonight.”

Kain turned toward the man, then put a hand on his shoulder, still smiling.

“I wanted to wrestle with ‘God’ today… and all I got was a fallen angel.” He looked across the way to A*Dubbs who hadn’t even heard the conversation at all. “Tell Mr. Dubbs that I’ll be taking my leave… and if you see that rat bastard ignoramic fool of a ‘god,’ Osyrus… Tell him my challenge still stands. Got me?”

The guy suddenly grew very nervous. He looked over at A*Dubbs, who was throwing punches in anticipation. The man looked at his papers… then wet himself.

The Vow

*CRACKLE*

"I'm just watching him leaving now. Over."

*CRACKLE*

Gonz looked over at HAWK as he shrugged his shoulders and then walked over to his long time friend and now work mate, as HAWK stood in conversation with Fonzi Barthello.

"Kain's gone HAWK...he said that he wasn't cleared to wrestle and then gave his docs...nothing we can do I guess."

"Little pussy." Fonzi blurted out as the rough old timer spat on the floor beside him, Gonz and HAWK were used to his bad manner by now.

"So what do we do HAWK?"

"Nothing. Nothing we can do Gonz, he's got his docs so we have to let him go, and I'm pretty sure that Dubbs won't be too bent up over it. We've got guys not showing up, guys now wrestling even though they did so like two weeks ago and we have other guys all they wanna do it kill people...we gotta sort this out...and now."

As the trio nodded their heads in unison, their attention was turned to the hallway, as Dante Inferno walked up as his match was looming...

"We need more guys like him..." Fonzi said as HAWK turned around and started walking to his office.

"One is enough thank you...."

Nobody Hurts The Baguette~!

Stumbling around backstage, 006.392 was kicking himself in the teeth for the easy way he lost to Jade moments earlier. It seemed as if he was starting to build up some momentum in the match, and had begun thinking of how cool it would have been if he was to go on and win the match. His entire life would change, and hot babes would stick to him like white on rice. Simply put, he would have became famous. Known all around the world, as a teenager with attitude and mad kung-fu skills.

Alas, he choked. Jade was just too vastly experienced, and outwrestled him. Plain and simple.

"Fuckingshitbitchasspussymotherqucker!"

006.392 had a bad habit of swearing non-stop when he was really pissed and gutted. As he shuffled his feet down the hallway, a certain nameplate on a locker-room door grabbed his attention. The one man 006.392 wanted to beat up badly.

Vincent Pembridge.

The words of Quinton May suddenly came back to haunt him, however. YOUTH OF THE NATION, Quincy called him. The Dictator had also told 006.392 to stay away from Vincent, until at least he was fully recovered. But the kid stood there, fists clenched, wanting to tear Vincent a new one. Plus, the Scorpion Of Manchester broke the kid's trusty and precious baguette.

"Nobody hurts the baguette~!"

Nostrils flared, 006.392 kicked down the door to Vincent's room and charged in, hoping to catch Vincent in the act of shagging some bitch. First, he'd watch... then shag the bitch... THEN ONLY, kick Vincent's ass. As it were, there was no sign of any bitch or the British Degenerate, for that matter. Unclenching his fists, 006.392 looked around, wondering why wasn't Vincent around.

Then, an idea popped into his head, as he turned and saw a notepad on the table.

"Ha, I'll get revenge in front of the baguettes! How cool is that?!"

Strutting over to the table, 006.392 produced a pant from the pocket of his jeans and began to scribble furiously on the notepad, before tearing off the sheet he'd written on and placing it on the couch. Whistling, the YOUTH OF THE NATION turned around and swaggered out of the room, feeling pleased with the initiative he was taking. Quincy wouldn't be happy that orders were defied, but the end result would be spectacular.

What 006.392 failed to realise that Vincent Pembridge wasn't present in the arena. And the locker-room was assigned to someone else. Someone who'd arrived a wee bit late at the arena, and was given the room due to unforeseen circumstances.

Uh oh.

Family Ties?

Dane Rivers entered the arena, through the ‘employee’ entrance, and very very late. 

He wore over his shoulder a duffel bag which most likely contained his wrestling gear for night, even though he wasn't booked, but knowing the Giant…anything lay in the bag. 

He walked with a purpose, tonight's theme was "No Games" and he was here for business. 

He has just made himself the number one contender for the world title, after being the first winner of the very first ACW Royal Rumble type event and for that he was guaranteed a shot at ICU's title at Pain or Pleasure.

Dane found his locker room and as he entered, notices something hanging from his locker. 

It was a picture…the same picture that was seen coming from his bag last week when ICU bumped into him just after the royal rumble match. 

The picture resembled Dane’s mother and what the picture was doing in his locker room before he got there he didn’t know, but he did know it wasn’t his. 

Dane sat his bag down in the locker and unzipped it. He then searched through it for his picture that he had of his mother. He brought it out and it just showed that the picture wasn’t his…but he then put it up beside the picture hanging from the locker and it was the exact same picture. 

The person wasn’t an imposter it was the exact person and in Dane’s mind something was up. 

Then the camera went from Dane’s figure to the door that was slightly open. 

Behind the door was a figure of a champion. 

He was the champion…it was ICU that stood behind the door looking in and watching the reactions of Dane’s as he saw the picture, these men had more in common than they would have liked, but now all their sights were set on PoP.

Geo Vacton Vs. Dante Inferno

    

Over the past few weeks, Geo Vacton and Dante Inferno have been experiencing a bit of an in ring feud. Both of them have given each other their best, and both of them have taken their opponents worst. Although they had fought several times before, this would be their first title match against each other. Vacton stood not far from the gorilla position with his title wrapped firmly around his waist. Dante was already in the gorilla position awaiting his cue. Thoughts swirled through Vacton's mind, but none was more potent than his thoughts of A*Dubbs. He smacked himself, he needed to concentrate on Inferno... if he didn't, he would lose his title before he even fought Dubbs.

Inferno was focused. Geo had impressed him a few times before, but he was prepared. He was confident that he could walk out of the arena as a champion tonight as "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack began to pour into the arena. Inferno sighed, and stomped out into the arena to a rather mixed reaction. He stretched out his shoulders and arms a little bit but, as usual, paid little attention to the crowd. He slid into the ring and then paced back and forth, waiting for the US Champion.

Vacton stepped into the gorilla position.

"'Cos I'm T-N-T! I'm Dy-No-Mite!"

Vacton stopped talking it. It was show time. BOOM!!! Vacton ran out into the arena, pyro spewing out from all directions. From the chaos of the sparks, Geo swept his way to the ring giving the fans in the front rows a few high fives before jumping onto the upskirts and climbing through the ropes. He hopped around the ring for a few moments and then jumped onto the second turn buckle and held his arms out to the crowd who responded with an array of flash photography... which is illegal during a wrestling match, isn't it?

Inferno stared Vacton down. He enjoyed Geo's parade as much as the next, but he was anxious to get the match started. Vacton tossed his title to the side of the ring, and the match was off.

Ding, ding, ding.

Inferno and Vacton locked up. Inferno brought Geo up in a suplex, but Geo very quickly reversed it into a tiger suplex. Inferno jumped up and slammed himself through Geo, showing very clearly that he was here to win. Geo crumbled to the floor and soon became the victim of a vicious assault from the contender. Geo rolled away and stood up near the ropes. Inferno again charged at him and then Vacton pulled down on the ropes and sent Inferno flying outside of the ring and onto the guard rail! Geo climbed up to the top rope, and as Inferno was getting to his feet he leapt off with a missile drop kick! Dante went down hard on the mats and Geo simply and quickly tossed him back into the ring where he went for
a pin.

One..

Tw--Dante brought his arm right up and broke the pin. Geo rolled off of him and stepped into the ropes. He attempted to drop an elbow on Inferno, but Dante moved forcing Geo to hit the mat with his elbow. Inferno stood up and hit Geo with a quick and hard DDT. Geo flipped over on the mat and rather slowly got to his feet. Inferno kicked him in the stomach and whipped him into the ropes. Inferno went for a clothesline, but Geo ducked. On the return, however, Inferno nailed Geo with a back hand and then applied a headlock while he had Geo on the mat. Geo arched his back, attempting to relieve the pressure on his neck, and Dante then pushed his knee further into Geo's spine. Dante eventually released the hold, and Geo crawled away to a safe spot on the corner. Inferno stood up, and was met with a chin breaker from Vacton. The crowd wooed as Geo followed it up with a whip into the ropes and then several slaps against the chest of Inferno.

Inferno fought back, kicking Geo in the stomach, and then spun Geo around into the corner he had been in. Inferno mounted the second turn buckle and struck Vacton with several punches to the head, followed by a head butt as he hopped back down to the mat. Inferno tossed Geo on the mat and went for the pin, but Geo quickly got his shoulder up. Inferno shook his head and then through Geo into the ropes. He went for a back-body-drop, but Geo leaped frogged over his head and hit the opposite ropes. Inferno turned around and was hit with a spinning heel kick! Geo jumped to his feet after hitting the move and put his arms up to the crowd. He bent his knees and waited for Inferno to rise. In a very Goldbergesque style he tore through the taller Inferno with a spear! Once Inferno was down, Geo again held his arms out to the crowd and danced around. The crowd was ecstatic as Geo picked Inferno up, tossed him into the corner and set him up on the top rope. Geo put his legs around Inferno's neck, and then he sent them both flying through the air with a frankenstiener! The crowd went wild as Geo went to his feet, jumped onto the second rope and hit the...

DYNASAULT~!!!!!!!!!

Geo went for the pin!

One!

Two!

Threeeeeeeeeeee--no!! Inferno kicked out and rolled away from Vacton. Geo slapped the mat and went to his feet. He crossed Inferno and tried to pick him up, but Inferno poked Geo in the throat and then hit a FAMEasser! Dante scooped Geo up and appeared to be whipping him into the ropes, but he instead hit a bulldog! Inferno snarled at a few members of the crowd booing, and then he flopped onto the mat to put on an ankle lock. Geo howled in pain as he tried to make it to the ropes, but Inferno stood up and dragged Geo into the center of the mat before reapplying the hold. Geo screamed and punched at the mat although he wasn't giving up. The referee asked him several times if he was done, but Geo constantly replied with a No. After a while of holding the move on him, Geo began to seem faint. He fought back less and finally his head hit the mat. Geo was motionless as Inferno screamed and locked the move on harder. Dante showed no remorse as the referee asked Inferno to release the hold, except for snarling and cussing. The referee picked up Vacton's arm and let it drop to the mat. If it happened two more times, he would have to end the match!

The referee again picked up Vacton's limp arm, and once more it crashed back onto the mat. The referee picked up Geo's arm and with a moment of hesitation let it drop again. The crowd gasped as Geo stopped his arm from hitting the mat and pumped his fist. The crowd began cheering hysterically!

"T-N-T!! T-N-T!! T-N-T!!"

Geo flipped Inferno over, using the power from the crowd. Geo broke the hold, kicked Inferno in the jaw while he was on the mat and then jumped to his feet. Geo stumbled to the ropes, realizing the pain of the ankle lock. Inferno stood up, Geo tried to charge at him but Inferno used it to his advantage lifting him up into the DVD position and then dropping him in a samoan drop. The crowd booed for Dante as he dropped an elbow across Geo's chest. Inferno picked Geo up and held him up in the air with a jackhammer suplex. Geo hit the mat hard and Inferno went for the pin.

One!

Two!

Geo got a shoulder up. Inferno stomped away at Geo's chest and then dropped a leg drop on him. Inferno picked Geo up and sent him into the ropes. On the return, Dante kicked him in the stomach. With little or no hype, Dante went for his Heaven/Hell by putting his arm around Geo's head. Vacton shoved him away and hit a drop kick. Neither man was gonna go down. Geo kicked Dante in the stomach and then hit a face buster, smashing Inferno's face into the mat. Geo ascended to the top ropes, where he awaited Inferno's rise. Dante stood up in almost a daze as Vacton jumped off the top rope. Dante, instantly coming alive, pushed Geo up and hit his legendary--

Heaven/Hell~!!!!!!!!

Inferno went for the pin, but suddenly something strange happened! A*Dubbs came running down to the ring from the ramp way with a chair! He slid into the ring and broke the pin! The referee immediately turned around and called for the match to be turned into a DQ, but Dubbs didn't stop his assault on Inferno! He nailed him several times across the back and as Inferno was getting up Dubbs cracked the chair over Inferno's head! Dante fell to the mat groggily, but soon stood up again where he took another hit from the chair! Inferno got up again and was met from a pop from the crowd, and was again hit with the chair. Inferno stumbled forward into Dubbs' arms, and was hit with a diamond cutter, or what is better known as the Electrifyer! Inferno stayed down this time, and Vacton was now to his feet. Geo charged at Vacton, but Dubbs held his hand out.

"Nuh-uh!" He yelled at Vacton and then laughed. Geo couldn't do a thing. He was prohibited from touching Dubbs until their match. Their match that wasn't even signed yet. A*Dubbs left the ring to "It's my party" as Vacton stomped around in the ring and checked on Inferno a few times. Geo took the chair that Dubbs had brought with him and threw it out of the ring and almost hit a fan with his rage. 

A*Dubbs, at this moment in time, owned Geo...

Winner: Dante Inferno

Drinking Buddies/Prisoner-Of-War

By now, 108192 was completely intoxicated, as he sat their leaning up against the cold concrete wall, polishing off a second bottle of Jack Daniels. Suddenly, as he put the now empty bottle to his lips, he came to realize that he was out of liquor. He glanced at the clock, and noticed that it was still somewhat early... Or so he thought through his fuzzy view. He decided that more drinking was in order, and using the various objects around him, he managed to get to his feet. 

He spied the room and heard a light knock on the door. The man stumbled over to the door and opened it a crack, still wary of Quinton's ARMY. He peeked out and noticed to suspicious looking clowns. In fact they looked extremely familiar. He was about to shun them when he noticed that one of them was carrying a big bottle of Jack Daniels. He quickly opened the door and welcomed the guests.

"My friends... WELCOME!"

"Um, yes, thank you. Let's sit down."

"FREA.. err, Good idea !"

The three men all grabbed a seat and sat down. One of the clowns whipped out a notepad, and a pen. 108 192 took another drink and had a long look at these clowns. He knew these guys but he just couldn't put his finger on who they were exactly.

"So, Mr. 192, what exactly is, you real name?"

"Wait a minute... What's with the interrogation, huh, BUB!"

"Ummm, crap, look, no, wait. Here, you smoke?"

"No..."

"Well here ya' go, you do now... SMOKE EM UP JOHNNY !"

108 192 caught the pack and looked at it with disgust. He threw it back at the clowns, hitting one right in the moustache. 

"TAKE YOUR VILE CANCER STICKS BACK!"

"Oh, ok, ok, sorry."

The second clown jumped in.

"Now, we really just want to freaking know what your real name is, because it's freaking weird calling a guy a number. Can you level with us?"

"Level this, bitch tits...." retorted the X-Con.

"What?" The clown was surprised. 

"You'll never know my name fool..."

"But Mr. 92, we just want the freaking truth!"

"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"

108 192 got up and kicked his chair. He slammed his fists down on the table, and suddenly, the jig was up. The clown who had been hit with the cigarette pack, lost his moustache. It fell of. 108 192 noticed this and glared at the man. Even in his completely drunken state, he had the presence of mind to realize that these men where not clowns, they were janitors... 
EL JANITORS!!!

"You two, should not have come here..."

The hardened prisoner lunged across the table and attempted a double clothesline. He failed though but still managed to hit the two men with his body, knocking them down. He shuffled to his feet and grabbed a chair. After a few swings, he connected good, busting open one of the janitors. He kicked the other in the gut, doubling him over, but as 108 192 was about to set him up for something, the door burst open and the shadow of a hero appeared. The light shone through the entry in a picturesque fashion, as he entered the room....

"Way to go, 108192. You're a real badass. OH, you were a former convict. BOO HOO!"

Quinton May.

Turning around, 108192 looked at his newest enemy, smiling for some reason. Both the janitors were out cold on the floor now, but it was probably Quincy's plan for it to go that way. Maybe it also served as punishment?

"While you were in prison, relaxing... I was in a super-prison, fighting for my life. You think you're tough? WHAT ABOUT ME?! WHAT ABOUT MAVEN?!"

108192 scratched his head, confused, as he began to stumble around in his drunken stupor.

"I mean.. yeah. I've had it tougher than you. So don't act all high and mighty around me! I've lived through HELL and survived. What you've gone through is nothing compared to what M15 was like. So it's pretty simple; you want to make things personal? I'm up for it. I'm a PRISONER-OF-WAR, and I'll be glad to show you what a real X-Convict looks like!"

With that said, Quinton limped out of the room. 108192 stood there, pissed at being dissed. Even in his drunken state, the words of Quincy Mama had gotten through to him. And for his prison life to be treated as nothing? It wasn't right. He wasn't meant to suffer in prison. He wasn't meant to be alone, to have it all taken away from him.

This war was only beginning, it would seem.

Lose-free.



A slight smile came across the face of A*Dubbs. 

"You wanna know who just beat you down, nucka?" 

The fans boo'd tremendously, as they know what just went down during the Geo Vacton, Dante Inferno extravaganza. 

"Suck my dick you corny ass fans. Always cheering for tha nigga that's willin to let you into his domain. Well, I AIN'T THAT SORRY BITCH, nor will I ever be. Ya'll can boo me all you'd like...yeah, let me hear it, it doesn't bother me." 

The boo's pick up. 

"Heh. Well, back to something important, can't dwell on thousands of morons for too long. Anyways.."

Allen cannot keep up his sentence as the boo's are too loud going through the arena. They were loud enough for people outside of the arena to hear it. 

"Dante Inferno. Sorry kid, but tonight....just wasn't your night. Neither was Legends for that matter. Nucka, straight up, you dropped the ball for our team. You're sorry, and because of the deduction to our team with the add-on of your skill, we lost. Shiiiit, you should be happy I just came in there and lit you up, Geo was doin a good job of it before I even entered the scene. Hit tha showers nigga." 

The fans are mixed, as their hatred for Dante Inferno goes a long way as well. 

"Geo, kid...are you clueless right now? Do you understand what just happened? I bet you are, for someone with an education summing up to the second grade, I would expect so. George, you did not lose that match, because to put simply, you would of been de-flowered, and that doesn't go in my favor. 

Playa, you could go up against the likes of KVC and be without a loss before P.o.P, the reason is because you have a guardian angel. Up until P.o.P, the pain won't be too severe. Although I still got some cards saved up for you son, the cards don't reach their climax until we're in the ring fighting for what is soon to be my gold. Geo, enjoy you're title reign, because for the next three to four weeks, no matter what you do, it will last." 

The explanation had just been stated, and to the fans mixed cheers. Allen had set out on a goal, and for once, it would involve someone else being un-scaved, besides Allen. For the next four weeks, according to the number one nucka, Geo would hold onto his title whether he liked it or not.

The Beginning of a Strange Alliance, Part 1

Geo Vacton sat in his locker room with a tight black shirt on and loose blue jeans. Ironic enough, he had a pair of TNT's by Vans. Geo watched the television screen with A*Dubbs on it talking about how he interfered in his match because he wanted to be the one who beat Vacton when he made the match. Geo stood up and kicked the stand the TV sat on. He couldn't believe that it was possible for someone to do this to someone in this business. A*Dubbs owned him, and Geo didn't like it.

Geo put his hands through his hair, which was now wavy and sat on his head like a rag since it was no longer gelled up in spikes. Vacton scratched his head and then put his hand on the handle of the door.

"I know what I gotta do..."

He opened the door and left quite quickly. His destination unknown to anyone watching.

Drinking Buddies/Prisoner-Of-War

Stepping out of the taxi, Ron Williams looked at the restaurant that was specified in the note in his hand. It was a delicatessen, by the name of CARL KIMBELL'S EATERY. The logo on the window included a baguette, and Ron began to drool. But he was here for business. Maybe after he was done beating the hell out of Hillary Small, he could afford to grab some munchies.

Entering the restaurant, Ron realised that it was pretty empty. A couple of old ladies, and a strange looking man at the corner. One who'd put down his comic book and fumed at Williams.

Right off the bat, Fat Ron recognised him.

"006.392?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"RON?! WHAT THE HELL? YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE? AND WHY IS THAT NOTE IN YOUR HAND?! IT WAS MEANT FOR THAT BRITISH DUDE, VINCENT PEMBRIDGE! WHAT THE HELL, DUDE?! WHAT THE BITCHASSMOTHERFUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Ron scratched his head, confused as 006.392 was. The old ladies, shocked at the crudeness of the YOUTH OF THE NATION, promptly got up and scampered out of the restaurant. The owner, who was manning the cashier, began to sob at the sight of his first customers in two months of operation leaving just two minutes after entering, and slammed his head on the counter, knocking himself out.

"Errr, this note was in my locker-room. I thought it was Hillary who wrote it, since the handwriting looked girlish!"

Just then, the door to the eatery opened, and in stepped Hillary Small. She looked hungry and desperate for some sex, but her eyes widened in shock as she saw her enemy Ron Williams standing there. Now with his mouth gaping open.

"What a surprise!" she muttered, smiling.

Before spearing the life out of Ron Williams. And mounting him, she began to punch away at Fat Ron, screaming while doing so.

006.392 looked at the scene that was unfolding before his very eyes, and sighed. That caused Hillary to stop punching Ron, as she looked up at the kid standing in front of her. Trying to remember where she had seen him before.

"That's right, you're his friend!"

Before the YOUTH OF THE NATION could proclaim otherwise, Hillary growled and charged at him. The kid jumped out of the way and made a beeline for the door, running as quickly as his legs would allow him to. Small, on the other hand, got up and looked down at Ron Williams.

Her unprecedented job accomplished, she left. Ironic how things work out, eh?

The Beginning of a Strange Alliance, Part 2

Geo Vacton was again on the screen, this time standing in front of a door. He bowed his head and slowly knocked on the door. After a few moments there was a voice from the room.

"...Come in." 

The voice called.

Geo hesitated and then opened the door slowly. He stood between the door and the wall and looked at whoever was inside of the room. The room wasn't well lit, and whoever he was talking to couldn't be seen. 

"Hey... I was wondering if you could help me..."

Geo stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. 

That was all anyone saw or heard from Geo for the rest of the night.

The Hard Way

The silence of power as Jimmy Gonz sat in his office, he looked though some scattered paper and silently sighed. He was getting sick of all this damn work. As he leaned back to take a little rest and shut eye, the door opened. He cringed; he didn’t want to open his eyes.

"Hey Jimmy." Kristopher, ToK, said to Gonz.

Gonz sighed as he leaned up in his chair and cracked his back by leaning backward against the back of the seat. He looked at Kris, and pointed to a seat that was placed in front of his desk. "Please seat." He offered Kris.

"It is ok, I’ll not be here long, Gonz." Kris declined the offer. Kris stepped forward as he leaned against the chair rather than seating and looked at Gonz over his sunglasses. He looks at the scattered papers and then back up to Gonz.

"You know how I’m one of the Army, now. We are in a hefty need of people. Well, I was thinking that we could recruit, the hard way. With force, though pain and agony…" Kristopher told Gonz without looking away.

"Who do you want to wrestle?" Gonz replied knowing what Kris’s point was. Gonz pulled a piece of paper and flipped it over with a pen in his hand he was ready to write Kristopher’s request.

"Jade." Kristopher said with extreme confidence.

"Okay, you got it next event… you one on one with Jade." Gonz replied, with a bit of question.

"Thanks Gonz, you will not regret this."

"I best not, or your ass is mine."

Kristopher just chuckled and took his weight off the leather seat. With a slight nod and a turn he was gone out the door and Gonz returned to his busy work.

Alias Vs. Osyrus

    

Courage heads to the ring for a battle of old enemies, who are meeting once more. For the third time in as many weeks these two men would clash inside the ring… Alias, who’s career in ACW was now hitting a fever pitch, had seemingly gotten the better of Osyrus on the last two occasions… would this time be different?

Alias sat on the steps behind the entrance to the stage, it was becoming some what of a ritual to him, as he dragged back on his cigarette. He had defeated “Impulse” Brain James just last week, proving himself against one of e-wrestling’s finest, and thru it all… he had even gotten an idea.

He took a drag.

Open challenge. Alias against the world… cause goddamn, his confidence was there. On the line, his TV title strap… the thing he had shed blood, sweat and tears over… violence was only the beginning and who knew where could end up when all was said and done. It was only fitting that Osyrus was the first to take the bait, he seemed to have something to prove against Alias now… and that was definitely not a position he liked to be in.

 “Not Over” plays, and Alias makes his way to the ring, glistening Television title proudly around his waist, to a thunderous reaction from the large crowd. Alias stops by ringside and slaps a few hands before sliding into the ring and raising a taped fist to the crowd, luckily he wasn’t going to have to wait very long.

A woman’s orgasmic scream…

And the boo’s where deafening.

Rape me
Rape me my friend,
Rape me,
Rape me again.

“Rape Me” by Nirvana hit the PA system as Osyrus makes his way to the ring, tattoo’s rippling running down each muscular arm as he tightened his fists. Halfway down the entrance ramp, Osyrus charges towards the ring, and sliding in with a head full of steam. Suddenly he stops just outside of the ring and gives a middle finger to Alias. Osyrus had already begun playing mind games. As the crowd jeered him on, he slowly stepped into the ring. Shaking out his arms, he warmed up on the ropes before staring at the referee who held the TV title in hand. Osyrus glared at Alias from across the arena.

Alias glared right back at his long time rival.

“Let’s do this shit.”

Ding. Ding. Ding.

The two men charged towards each other and locked up in an elbow and collar tie up. They both jockeyed for position in the center of the ring, neither gaining the defiant advantage. Suddenly Alias spun it around and locked up Osyrus’ arm behind his back, Osyrus spun and reversed the hold only for Alias to drop to the floor the throw Osyrus over his shoulder with somewhat of an amateur wrestling move. Osyrus kept hold of Alias’s arm and flipped him up and over with the momentum of his own move, locking in a Fujiwara armbar.

The fan’s cheered on the technical series being thrown down by the two opponents’, but quickly got behind their hero as he writhed in the immediate pain of the hold. It wasn’t long before Alias was able to move slightly closer to the ropes before propping his foot on the ropes causing the ref to make Osyrus break the hold.

Osyrus hopped right back up to his feet and grabbed Alias by the hair to join him. He whipped the Original Pulp Hero towards the ropes and then dropped Alias’ face into his knee with a vicious facebuster. As Alias stumbled back, Osyrus hooked him up and hit him with a solid overhead belly-to- belly suplex. Alias bounced off the mat for a moment before coming to rest against the ring post. Osyrus grabbed Alias by the left leg before dragging him into the middle of the ring and locking in a single leg Boston crab.

Alias fought the move as he writhed in pain and eventually pulled the ‘ACW God’ forward and rolling him up. The referee immediately dropped to the mat.

One!

Two!

No!

Osyrus had be caught off guard but he kicked out with authority half way between the second and third count. Alias shot back up to his feet, as did Osyrus. The two men once again locked up in a collar and elbow tie up, suddenly Alias shot a knee into the gut of Osyrus and then sent two consecutive elbows up into the jaw of ‘The Beast’. Osyrus stumbled back and Alias charged forward, knocking him up and over the ropes with a hard clothesline.

Osyrus slammed his fist into the mat angrily as he got back up to his feet, memories of last weeks over the top Battle Royal and the Rivers screw job still fresh in his mind. Taking a little time to yell at the fans at ringside, Osyrus smiled cockily and began to slowly turn around…

Right into a swinging DDT courtesy of Alias, as he was baseball sliding from the ring.

The crowd in attendance popped to this turn of events and cheered Alias on as he nodded at the hooded fan, as the man sat back down in his seat at ring side. Alias whipped Osyrus back into the ring before the ref could reach a ten count and stood the big man up. Alias sent Osyrus into a corner. He followed with an elbow into the temple of Osyrus, sending his head flying backwards in an angle that would have disgusted anybody, and it did as the crowd groaned slightly. Alias grabbed Osyrus' forearm, and sent him flying across the ring. Osyrus hit the turnbuckles, squirming as he did.

The Original Pulp Hero, meanwhile, loaded up...and took off towards him.

And Osyrus...knew it was coming.

Osyrus sidestepped Alias’s charge and subsequent splash. Alias' head went further than the turnbuckle, nailing the ring post instead. Osyrus quickly grabbed Alias, picked him up, and planted him with a Tazmission suplex.

Osyrus went for the cover as he floated over the top of Alias…

One.

Two.

Nah-uh. Alias kicked out. Osyrus; angrily began to pick Alias up… who desperately needed a bit more time. He grabbed Osyrus; rolling him into a small package.

One, two...reversed.

One...two...broken.

Osyrus got up slightly faster then Alias and began clubbing the back of The Original Pulp Hero. Osyrus grabbed Alias by the head for a moment and drove a knee into his face before finally bringing Alias to his feet. Osyrus hooked Alias up and heaved him up and over for a huge running Cross Powerbomb.

Crucifixion Bomb v.2

However, Alias pushed and wriggled free as Osyrus continued into the ropes. Alias ran towards Osyrus and met up with him as he shot off the ropes from the momentum of the reversal. Alias took Osyrus up and over planting him head first into the mat.

A-Bomb

Osyrus clutched his head in pain and rolled out of the ring to regain his wits. Osyrus would have stayed in the ring if he knew was about to happen next…

Jason Kain ran out from the back rather quickly, steel chair held tightly in his hands. He didn't waste time pasting Osyrus with the chair… then tossing him into the steel steps. Kain nailed him repeatedly with the chair; yelling out curse words in the process, adding insult to injury… something Osyrus was famous for. The crowd was eating up every bit of it as another one of their big heroes wailed away on ACW’s most reviled villains. Kain took aim at Osyrus' head, and with a disgusting crack of the skull, he connected steel with flesh. Osyrus was knocked out cold, he'd only feel this afterwards.

Kain raised the chair to the cheering crowd and spit on the battered and bloodied body of Osyrus before exiting through the crowd. Kain had fired a shot in what would promise to be a very violent war between he and Osyrus, while Alias stood in the ring… dumb-founded after such a promising technical match-up had ended so swiftly, the ref had already decided to throw the match out much to the displeasure of the crowd. Alias grinned to himself still; as he nodded at Jason Kain, as Kain disappeared backstage…   Alias looked down to the outside of the ring at Osyrus.

There would be another chance… it always seemed that way when it came to Osyrus and Alias. The Original Pulp Hero gathered his title strap and lifted it to the crowd in a tainted victory. He would keep it this week… but the weeks ahead would only bring stronger and stronger resistance.

Miles away… in a dark hotel room, a man cloaked by shadows stared down on his past as it flickered on the television screen. He smiled to himself as he saw Alias, Chris Phoenix, walk to the back.

The past is never dead, it seems… and once Alias had issued his open challenge, he would only be beginning to unearth things he wished where long buried and gone...

Such things, that may taint his status...as an ACW LEGEND!

Winner: No Contest