All-Star Championship Wrestling

- - [August 10th 2003] - -
Broadcasting LIVE! from Houston, Texas at 10/9 p.m. CT

PREVIOUSLY... As the days until King of Ages count down, the ACW World Title is nearing finding a new home, as the tournament upon which the PPV's name was created, is nearing completion.

Psychology 101

The voices seem to be getting louder.

Three bottles of medicine still on the counter, Jae… Why haven’t you used them? They could make everything all better.

Jason Kain looked up from his hands. His face was paler than usual, and everything was being totally ripped apart at the seams. He was still alive not because of medicine… not because of sheer will… not because he had something to live for… just because he was afraid.

Afraid for the first time.

Afraid…

To die.

The cold sweat and tears running the length of his face, gave him a sickly look as he stared blankly at the bottles. Prozac eases the mental pain. Valium makes you dull. Naproxen makes you feel light as air, and there’s no physical pain anymore.

But they all make you perform like shit. Make you look like shit. Make you BE shit. I’m not shit. I may have been flushed like shit, but I’m NOT shit.

Just ten minutes a ago, a man had walked in asking Kain to get ready for an interview for the show. Kain never went. The crowd was probably disappointed.

I don’t want to do this for the crowd.

The faces came back. Osyrus. Dante. Red. Pat Walsh. Sean Hayes. Stacy Powers. Curtis Reile. El Emenopi. Canaan Bain. Artemis Bain. Jack Mulligan. Lance Pulshaw. Luke Pettigrew… all laughing at him. And now? Three new faces have shown up.

The gang’s all here, buddy.

SilverHAWK. Alias.

Jade.

Kain stood up. As usual, the room was already virtually destroyed. His physical state matched his mental one down to each and every single bruise. It was time. The make-up lady walked in and looked at him.

“We’ve got a lot of work to do on you, Mr. Evans.”

Huh?

Khristain Keller looked on as the match board read the nights matches, which included his three way match with Osyrus AND Vincent Pembridge. Keller, who had only been in the company a few months was the clear outsider in a match that would surely have a huge say in where that #1 contendership would end up by the King of Ages PPV.

Suddenly two huge hands rested on Keller's shoulders, and his natural instinct, made him scrap for released, but whomever was behind him, was clearly more powerful, as Keller's face with thrust against the board.

"You are one lucky man."

I N F E R N O

"Lucky huh? How to you figure that one out?" Keller said, trying to take a look at whom was making his suck concrete.

"Well...because 3 months ago, I would have ended you, but now, with this new lease of life, I'm going to let you away with what you did last week."

Inferno released Keller as the Miami resident waited for some sort of punch line or a quick shot by the United States Champion, but it never came, instead, Inferno decided to have a seat opposite Keller, as he stood in front of a now smudged match board.

"So...how have you been?" Inferno asked in a devilish tone, as a small smirk arose on his face.

Keller laughed.

"You know...for all your fiery devilishness, I bet nobody could ever predict you'd be putting in the rough, thanks, but I'm not gay."

Before Keller could get too far away, Inferno continued the conversation. "You know...there is something about a man whom discards whom he is, by making fun of others."

Keller turned around with a less than pleased look on his face.

"What are you trying to say freak?"

Inferno stood up.

"You're a scared little boy, who's just fell out of his pram. You're sitting there, crying because everyone is bigger than you, and you are waiting, for that kind old lady to come, pick you up, and help you back to where you should be, but you see, the old lady who comes to help you...is me. I'm not going to put you back into that pram, I'm gonna slam you into it."

Keller looked on as Inferno got closer.

"I've changed yes, but if you win tonight, I'll be seeing you in the next round, and believe me, there will be no way out when I'm standing right beside you. Enjoy the next hour Khristain, I'm sure it's going to be an event-full one."

As Inferno left, not turning his back this time, Keller looked on as he looked around at the blank faces around.

"What's his problem?"

Quinton's Army Schemes

"So, what's the plan tonight?"

"THE FREAKING PLAN IS, ME AND HOWARD HAVE TO FREAKING FIGHT EACH OTHER! THIS IS A FREAKING TRAVESTY! HE IS MY FREAKING PARTNER! THIS IS SO FREAKING UNFAIR!"

"Cool down, Morris. I'm sure 006.392 did not mean plan as in... well, that. Of course, our agenda is Vincent Pembridge and whoever he's got helping him these days. We did good last week, ambushing him after his match and all. But we're gonna have to do something if we're gonna avenge Bobby's murder. He died for a noble cause.

And we're gonna make sure Vincent pays for doing what he did."

The boiler-room. Quinton's Army, having taken the week off to mourn Bobby Knickerson's death, were back as a unit, having their usual meeting. But no, this wasn't a meeting. This was strategizing. A collection of warriors, banding together to take out the man who'd engineered this war against them. For what reason? That was unclear. Possibly Vincent Pembridge thought that to attain total dominance of the company, he'd first have to wipe out any existing factions who could possibly get power-hungry as well.

In any case, the war had been waging on for far too long. Since the Legends PPV, which was held towards the end of March. Vincent Pembridge had steadily built up his reputation during that time as a unbeatable motherfucker, while Quinton May was doing something similar, proving to be one hell of a competitor. It was his resilience and determination that saw him defeat 108192 in that fabled Triple-Header Match at the Pain-or-Pleasure PPV. It was Quincy's drive for success that saw him walk out of the Glory PPV with the Television Title.

And only eventual interference from the Scorpion himself caused Quinton to crash out of the King Of Ages Tournament.

"006.392, Damnson. As usual, the two of you will be on standby. As of now, it seems Vincent isn't really keen on utilizing his men, Liam & Nefarian. For whatever reason. Those two poofs seem to be having some troubles so it works out well for us. I noticed that the British teenagers are back, however, so that means The British Army is in full-force. We've got to keep an eye out for them teenagers, they'll want to be doing some work after weeks of basically doing nothing.

Morris. Howard. The only thing you guys can do is focus on your match. Yes, you're fighting each other, but that doesn't really matter. As long as one of you advances and the other pledges to give support, the two of you will be fine. I understand how rough this might appear to be, but we're men! We're strong! We are an ARMY! We can survive anything. We've somehow managed to last so long in this harsh environment, and even produced a shock when the Tag Team Titles fell into your hands.

We just gotta make sure that we let nothing stop us from achieving our number one goal at this point in time. Winning the war against that arrogant bastard and his gang of hooligans. By hook or by crook, we are going to drive those idiots out of here, before recontinuing on our noble cause. And that is to revolutionize the world!

One step at a time!"

006.392 & Damnson cheered wildly, trading high-fives, while Morris & Howard looked at each other and nodded. The two janitors knew that they'd be involved in a massive struggle later, where their friendship would have to be put aside. The chance to compete for the ACW World Title was at stake, and surely, nobody was going to risk something like that just for the sake of friendship. The janitors realised the magnitude of the match and hugged each other, offering words of consolation. Greed would HAVE to take over, if there was any chance of becoming established.

As for Quinton May? The heart pain of losing Bobby Knickerson as a friend and as someone he regarded as his future protege still lingered. But the TV Champion knew for a fact that the only thing that would make the sorrow be put to rest was the eradication of Vincent Pembridge. One giant step was taken the previous week, when Quincy and gang ambushed the Scorpion Of Manchester. At the expense of being bundled out of the KOA Tournament, of course, with defeat to Vince Jacobs. But it appeared as if this week... Vince Jacobs wanted another crack at Quincy Mama.

More importantly, a crack at the Television Title. Quinton smiled, already thinking about his strategy for the match and the strategy for taking down the British Degenerate.

Expect nothing but pure mayhem, then.

Crossing The Fine Line Of Good And Bad

"I don't agree, Joey."

"How could you not, Andi? It's so clear-cut!"

The Kole Brothers, ladies and gentlemen. Their exuberance on ACW programming had diminished greatly over the last couple of weeks, and last week, big brother Andi Kole found himself getting knocked out of the KOA Tournament by Osyrus. Joey had suffered the same fate, but in his eyes, his defeat was an even greater indignation. Simply because Joey lost to Jade Greene. Sure, she was a tough un', but the fact remained.

She was a SHE. Jade Greene was a female, and Joey Kole lost to HER.

Since the Glory PPV, Joey Kole had transformed into a model of rebellion and defiance. He was smoking, his dressing had altered radically, and his mindset had been corrupted by bitterness. Andi Kole, on the other hand, was still the pillar of support in the brotherhood. But following the defeat to Osyrus, Andi was beginning to wonder if a change was needed. He hadn't achieved much in his time in the ACW. And with the objective still being to prove the world that the Kole Brothers deserved respect, Andi realised that there was still quite a long way to go.

The success achieved by showing immense spirit at Glory PPV was temporary. They needed to follow up on the impressive showing with renewed & keen togetherness. But with Joey drifting from his brother, and neither man having much luck in singles competition, it appeared as if the Kole Brothers was slipping back into mediocrity. A place that Joey & Andi had been accustomed to for far too long.

And they were desperate to find a permanent way out of there.

"I don't think becoming aggressive punks will guarantee us sudden & instant success. We've just got to keep working at it, Joey. We've been working for a long time now, and I can SENSE that our time is drawing closer. Just gotta be patient, and within no time, our hard work will be rewarded."

Joey snorted, as the cold wind brushed up against his neck. He and his brother had decided to take a walk around the arena compounds, considering how neither man was scheduled for any matches. Andi suggested a walk to kill a time, instead of staying cooped up in the locker-room. Joey only agreed because he knew he could smoke whilst outside, but big brother confiscated his cigarettes. Hence, the topic of altering their collective personas and mindsets.

Joey badly wanted his brother to jump over to the 'bad side' with him. The younger brother of the brotherhood was sick of working so hard and playing by the rules, only to achieve nothing. The memories of the famous war with El Janitors & .vindication haunted him every night, and Joey knew that if the Kole Brothers ever stood a chance of making it in the big world, they'd have to adopt the same tactics they did that.

But as far as Andi Kole was concerned, since those tactics didn't win them the Tag Team Titles, it was back to good ol'-fashioned hard work and teeth-gritting determination. The old school way, if you will.

"Andi, that'll take too long."

"We've already waited SO long, a little while more can't hurt that bad."

Joey rolled his eyes, and fought the urge to scream like a little girl. His brother didn't seem to understand. They had come SO VERY CLOSE to becoming the first-ever ACW Tag Team Champions. Joey could almost taste the gold on his tongue at Glory, and that was enough to make the younger of the two want superstardom. Just a simple sniff of the titles was enough to convince Joey Kole that he was more than willing in crossing the fine line between good and bad.

"Alright, fine. We'll just continue to suck until George Bush tracks down Saddam Huu-Sen and kills him for being the bastard that is. Oh, wait, we won't be alive by then, and neither will the two of them!" Joey snarled rather sardonically, drawing a loud sigh from his brother.

Andi shook his head and felt compelled to knock some sense into his younger bro, but instead, took out the pack of cigarettes he'd confiscated from Joey earlier, before tossing it back to him.

Joey was somewhat surprised as he caught it, but at the same time, quickly pulled out his lighter. A smoke was what he'd been craving all evening.

"I'm going back inside, it's a little too chilly for me out here."

Joey grunted as he lit his cigarette, not really caring. He was beginning to detest his brother for not wanting to budge and cross over to the dark side. And as he blew some smoke away, Joey Kole turned around, shaking his head somewhat apologetically. He sighed and looked up, holding his hands defensively.

Drake Nefarian wasn't too impressed.

"Hey, I tried."

Nefarian spat at the ground and glared back angrily at Joey Kole, who looked somewhat intimidated.

"Well, I guess you'll have to revert to Plan B then. As long as you keep up your end of the deal, we'll keep up ours. Vincent expects to see results soon, however."

And with that said, Drake turned around and walked away, leaving Joey Kole to ponder over the warning and take another drag of his cigarette. Many were now wondering what had just gone on. Why was Joey talking to Drake Nefarian? And what was the deal they were babbling about? And why was Vincent Pembridge involved?

Pieces of the puzzle, shall come together...

The Need For Massive Restructuring

"Yes?" Liam demanded as he opened the locker-room door, and saw two overweight bald men standing outside, wearing pink shirts and white hot pants.

.... Yeah, not a lovely sight. The Enigmatic Irishman almost barfed at the sight, but kept his cool and watched as the two faggots began whispering excitedly, before clearing their throats and beaming like senseless retards at Liam. Who simply blinked and continued to glare at the strangers.

That, in their minds, was the sign to get the show started.

"No New Year's day to celebrate!"

"No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away"

"No first of spring!"

"No song to sing!"

Altogether now, "In fact here's just another ordinary day!"

"No April rain!"

"No flowers bloom!"

"No wedding Saturday within the month of June!"

"But what it is, is something true!"

Once again, "Made up of these three words that I must say to you!"

Liam almost passed out at the disgusting sideshow he was exposed to, and prepared himself as the two fat bastards sucked in their guts, aiming to sing the chorus together.

"I just called to say I love you!"

"I just called to say how much I care!"

"I just called to say I love you!"

"And I mean it from the bottom of my heart!"

"DRAKE SAYS HE LOVESSSSSSS YOU!!!!!!!"

Having finished their little 'singing telegram', the two fat bastards clapped and bowed at Liam, before scampering away down the hallways. Shaking his head, Liam slammed the door shut and turned around, his eyes meeting that of TBA leader, Vincent Pembridge. Vincent growled and grabbed his bottle of bourbon whiskey, gulping down some, while Drake Nefarian emerged from the darkness of the room, his arms folded and a smirk on his face.

Vincent stood up and limped towards his men, his stern eyes indicating that he wasn't in the best of moods. How could he have been, with his precious thReat Fighting Title no longer in his grasp? Bottomline, the Scorpion of Manchester looked naked without the title, despite the ACW Scorpion Title still being around his waist. The taunting he would suffer as a result would be massive, and Pembridge HATED it when the fans had a valid reason to slag him off.

For all his arrogance, nothing could beat the truth -- he wasn't really the God Of Fight without the thReat Fighting Title.

"So, it's settled then. Neither of you are sending each other retarded gifts and all that bollocks. A couple of poofs are pissing about with the two of you, making you blokes look like complete twats. Find them, and eliminate them. This period of time is meant to be a rest period, not a time where you bloody disintegrate.

And as for Joey Kole. All I want to see is the TWO of them agreeing to the deal. One won't do. It's either two or none. I'm looking to build a fecking Army, not a circus. And right now, what we need is strength in numbers. WAVE 3 are simply a bunch of lads, they can't handle the stress of fighting the big fight. I fear the need for massive restructuring will result in the possibility of some of those teenagers getting the boot. But bloody hell, this is a harsh world we're living in. The only constant is change.

Understand, men?"

Liam & Nefarian looked at each other and nodded, completely comprehending the importance of the current situation. Vincent cracked his knuckles and limped back towards his seat, picking up his Scorpion Title and looking at it longingly. On the night, he'd have to go out to the ring and face the hostile crowd, as well as do battle with the likes of Khristain Keller & Osyrus.

Also, he'd have to keep an eye out for Quinton May and his gang.

Pressure building... stress mounting. Who'll suffer the next defeat?

King Of Ages Tournament Match - Round Two
Janitor Howard Vs. Janitor Morris

Two janitors.

Two friends.

One tag team.

A pair of Tag Team Titles.

And only one person would get to advance in the King Of Ages Tournament.

"Science" by System Of A Down started up, and the crowd's muteness quickly transformed into massive cheers, as Janitor Morris marched out from the back. He stopped momentarily, to wave at the fans, before refocusing his attention on the matter at hand. The FREAKING One threw his Tag Team Title up in the air and sprinted into the ring, eager to get the contest on.

"MORRIS ROCKS!"
"MORRIS ROCKS!"
"MORRIS ROCKS!"
"MORRIS ROCKS!"

Janitor M was ready to open a can of whoop ass, at the expanse of his partner. It didn't matter to him anymore, as both Morris & Howard had agreed to throw their friendship out of the window, for this match. And speaking of whom...

"Science" by System Of A Down played over the speakers again.

That marked the arrival of the other half of the Tag Team Champion, Janitor Howard of El Janitors! 11 seconds into the song, Janitor Howard bounced out to a pretty rousing reception from the crowd. Decked out in his old-school janitor's outfit, Howard strode down the ramp with his Tag Team Title wrapped around his waist. As he rolled into the ring, however, he unhooked it... and was immediately called into action, with Morris charging at him.

This match was underway quicker than you can say... smelly panties.

Howard ducked the wild swing that ensued and drove his elbow into the chest of Morris, sending her tumbling into the corner diagonal to which he'd charged out from moments ago. The second his spine made contact with the turnbuckle, The Senior Citizen was on him like white on rice, slamming his clenched fists into the abdominals of The FREAKING One, the crowd urging him on frantically.

"GO HOWARD, GO!"
"GO HOWARD, GO!"
"GO HOWARD, GO!"

But with a single forearm shot, Janitor M knocked Janitor H down to the canvas. The latter rolled through it backwards though, and back on his feet, he charged at Morris, driving his left shoulder into the mid-section. The fans cheered as Morris winced and tumbled out of the corner, while Howard shot himself into the ropes and looked set to connect with a bulldog.

Morris, however, snapped back to life and toppled Howard with a fierce uppercut.

The FREAKING One took a short breather, before driving his right boot into the back of Howard's head, following up by picking his partner by his hair and ramming his right forearm into the side of his head. The Senior Citizen winced with every blow connected, and yelped in pain as Morris executed a vile-looking snapmare. He wasn't about to slow down the pace of the match to suit Howard's needs, bouncing himself off the ropes and scoring with a wicked jumping elbow drop into his chest.

Following up with a quick cover;

ONE...

TWO...

Howard kicked out, sparking relieved cheers from the crowd. Shaking his head, Morris pulled his fellow janitor up and whipped him into the ropes, lowering his head as Howard returned... intending to go for a back body drop. Janitor H had it scouted a mile away and immediately knew of a few ways to counter it. He chose to slap on the brakes and quickly hook both of Janitor M's arms...

Before connecting with a double-underhook jumping facebuster!

"HOWARD ROCKS!"
"HOWARD ROCKS!"
"HOWARD ROCKS!"

Wasting no time, Howard quickly got his body across his buddy's and hooked the inner leg;

ONE...

TWO...

TH...

Morris powered out of the pin, keeping the crowd on the edge of their seats. Howard wasn't quite sure how exactly his opponent managed to power out the way she did, and pulling him up, Janitor H aimed a punch at his partner's face. Morris blocked the punch and retaliated with a right hook of his own. Which sent Howard staggering backwards, and thinking he probably had a broken tooth.

Taking one step back, Morris charged at Howard... eventually connecting with a spinback reverse elbow, forcefully sending Howard into the corner turnbuckle. Rebounding of there due to the impact, Janitor H fell prey to a wonderful move by The FREAKING ONE, as he grabbed The Senior Citizen from his right, raised him up into the air, and connected with a high-angle belly-to-back suplex! A great move that drew several claps from the crowd.

"MORRIS ROCKS!"
"MORRIS ROCKS!"
"MORRIS ROCKS!"

Janitor M quickly made the cover, as the audience continued to be split over who to support;

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

NO! Howard jerked his body off the mat, stopping the count just in time. Morris shook his head, believing he had it won right then and there. The lanky Eastern European waited for his highly perverted partner/opponent to regain his footing, before shooting himself into the ropes. Howard once again knew his partner inside out, and countered it by lifting Morris onto his shoulders and slamming him back down in a powerful Samoan drop, going right for the cover after that;

ONE...

TWO...

THRE...

Howard shook his head and wiped the sweat off his head, as he regained his vertical balance and laid into Morris with a criminal amount of stomps, which softened his partner enough to be able to pulled up to his feet. Howard had a feeling that he'd have to put away the FREAKING One quickly if he stood any chance of winning.

With the crowd enthralled thus far, Howard sloppishly whipped Janitor M into the corner with all his might, the impact of Morris’s spine and the turnbuckle shaking the ring as he fell to the mat face first. Now Howard was moving slowly, calculating his next steps carefully as he now hooked the Eastern European's arms and pulled him up to his feet, attempting a double-underhook suplex...

And scored! Albeit in a rather unpolished manner. Howard refused to let up on his grip, though; he rolled through and got Morris to his feet yet again, repeating the suplex with yet another as he rolled through yet again. Morris tried to fight the hold even while in pain, but a swift knee to the face stopped that before Janitor Howard planted Janitor Morris with a stupendous sit-out double underhook powerbomb, hooking BOTH legs for the pin;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE....

NO! NO! NO! MORRIS KICKED OUT! The fans cheered for Morris’s resiliency and in relief, his left shoulder shooting up at the last moment. Howard looked slightly frustrated as he struck a downed Morris with a stiff forearm, following it up with a submission move surprisingly; a dragon sleeper. The Senior Citizen struggled to get the hold tightened, as Morris resisted as hard as he could... but finally, Howard got it cinched it and wrenched back on it intensely, yelling for the referee to check Morris as he slowly began to fade.

Things looked bleak, Janitor M's hands went from flailing with fight to merely drooping at his sides, Howard planting his knee into Morris’s back to further accentuate the pain. The referee began to reach for Morris’s left arm, preparing for the submission count, while the crowd were split into two. One section cheering for Morris to fight it, the other section getting ready to celebrate Howard's victory...

“LET'S GO, MORRIS!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

His arm fell once, no fight and no give.

“LET'S GO, HOWARD!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

His arm fell yet again, Howard refusing to give up on his grip until he KNEW the match was his. He watched eagerly as the referee lifted Morris’s hand up for the last time….if it fell one more time, Janitor H could claim victory over his partner and one-half of the Tag Team Champions...

BUT NO! MORRIS WAS STILL ALIVE!

With adrenaline pumping through his veins, Morris began to tremble, as excitement took over... and he lashed out mercilessly with an uppercut to Howard's face, that effectively broke the hold! Just like that, the submission move was relinquished, and both men crashed to the canvas, back at square one. The crowd went wild, and watched as both men quickly picked themselves up, eager to get back into the contest.

Morris was the first to his feet, and he charged at his partner Howard, who deftly ducked the wild swing and actually jumped onto Howard's back, locking in a sleeper-hold! It was an unbelievable sight to witness, as the Senior Citizen tried to wrap his arms around his tall partner/opponent. Janitor M staggered around the ring, his vision blocked by Howard's arms and his circulation already beginning to get cut.

Then, the Eastern European reached behind him, and....

FREAK YOU! FREAK YOU! FREAK YOU! MORRIS SCORED WITH THE FREAK YOU ON HIS PARTNER! COVER;

ONE.......

.........

.........

TWO........

.........

.........

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

YES! IT WAS ALL OVER!

"MORRIS ROCKS!"
"MORRIS ROCKS!"
"MORRIS ROCKS!"

Janitor Morris had picked up the hard-fought victory, and did so in style in the end. In the process, Morris had advanced into the final rounds of the KOA Tournament, and was on the doorstep to success. Surely, now, he'd gotten so far... and he wasn't about to let the chance slip through his fingers. A few more weeks, and the shot at the ACW World Title would become his.

As he got up to his feet and aimed to pull Howard up, however, JOEY KOLE jumped out of the crowd with a steel chair, much to the surprise and chagrin of the watching spectators. They tried their hardest to warn Morris & Howard, who were now hugging each other in the ring, of the impending danger... but it seemed Fate was backing Joey Kole all the way. He slid into the ring and grinned sadistically...

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

Two vile chairshots saw El Janitors get taken out just like that, after the way both Morris & Howard had just embarked on. It was more than a physical war, it was an emotional war considering both men were friends and fellow janitors, not to mention the Tag Team Champions of the company. The crowd naturally jeered tremendously, hurling pieces of trash at Joey who cockily climbed out of the ring and backpedaled up the ramp, chair still in hand.

He was proud of what he'd done. But brother Andi wasn't, as documented by the latter's angry storm down the ramp. As Andi placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, however, Joey turned around and swung the chair...

*CRACK*

HOLY CRAP!

JOEY KOLE HAD JUST CLOCKED HIS BROTHER!!

And the weird thing was... Joey didn't seem to have any remorse at all.

Stranger and stranger, it gets.

Winner: Janitor Morris

Simply Sacrifice [1] (Previously Recorded)

Alexi Volstein can be seen jogging up to the door of a small apartment, with Christoph and Cael following closely. The quality of the video is not very good, obviously from a hand-held video recorder. Just like last week, it is late night and nearly pitch-black. Randall, who is obviously carrying the camera, zooms in on Alexi who regains his composure and catches his breath. He removes his white trench coat, revealing a white long sleeve shirt and white pants.

“Come closer,” he says to Randall as Randall moves in. “I want to make sure you catch all of this.”

Randall does so as Alexi makes his way up to the door. Christoph and Cael drop back to join Randall who waits on the sidewalk. The lights inside of the home are lit and movement can be seen in the glow. Alexi pulls open the screen door and slams his fist against the large, red door that stands before him. Alexi turns back to Randall who, again, zooms in on his leader. There’s no answer so Alexi recedes down the stairs to join his group.

With a whisper, he talks to the camera. “I want you to watch closely, Dante.” A smirk befalls Alexi’s face, “I want you to watch closely...and enjoy.”

Christoph heads up the stairs this time, removes a screwdriver from his pocket, and removes the screen door from its hinges.

“Do you know where we are, Dante?” Alexi asks the camera. Randall moves to the side and, with the camera, peers into the window. Two older people are sitting on a couch, conversing with one another. “That’s right, Inferno. Say hello to your foster parents.”

As Christoph drags the screen door down to the sidewalk and Cael proceeds up to the door. With one swift motion of his leg, the door crashes inward and the group enters the room. Dante’s foster mother lets out a scream as Alexi’s group of "thugs" are intruders and probably not welcome. As the four rush the living room where the two elders are, Randall cuts the video feed from the camera to the arena...

Anger Management [Part 1]

One round down. Two more to go; before he would get his third title shot, at the All Star Championship Wrestling world title. The shiny black limousine pulled in the garage slowly rolling to a complete stop before the door swung open. The driver ran around to stand behind it, like a driver is supposed to… but was pushed out of the way as Isis stepped onto the cold concrete floor. She stopped in her tracks, when Osyrus followed… towing a duffel bag on his shoulder as he looked ahead; and instantly frowned.

”What the fuck do you guys want?” Osyrus pretended to rub on his goatee, while flipping off ACW officials, Joe and the former ACW champion, Silver Hawk.

”It’s not what we want.. it’s what’s best for the sake of Courage and ACW.” Joe replied as Silver Hawk stood next him with his arms crossed, also frowning. “So to make sure that everything goes as planned Christensen… we are going to keep you and Vince Jacobs as far away from each other as possible.” Hawk chimed in.

”And how are you two gentle ladies, going to do that?” Osyrus smirked as he readjusted the bag on his shoulder, while putting his arm around Isis. “…You and what army is tough enough to stop me from going wherever the hell I please?” ACW’s first couple looked around as a group of armed guards started to swarm on them. ”How silly am I, not to notice these goofs standing here? I thought they were there to protect you from me.. That is if you guys make another dumb decision… that’ll me make add assault and batter to my list of accolades in ACW.”

”No, Osyrus. They’re here to make sure that you two fine, and cooperative wrestlers behave yourself… so I don’t have to get my hands dirty.” Joe cracked his knuckles as a roar of laughter echoed through the parking lot. “…Like you did a few weeks ago, when I busted you in that fat ass nose of yours.” Osyrus was bent over in hysterical laughter; Isis pointed at Joe and started to turn red because she was laughing so hard. “I would like to see that myself. You lay a hand on the best wrestler alive.. to ever step foot in this crappy ass promotion.”

”Why Osyrus… isn’t that nice that you title me as the best wrestler alive. I was just satisfied with calling myself ‘The Ratings Grabber’ and ‘The reason there is even a show’.”

Enter ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs.

“Wasn’t talking about you Vince. But it’s nice of you to show up.” Isis and Osyrus made there way to Jacobs’ position. Where he was near the west hallway; with one of his arms leaning against the wall… SVJ smirked, as Osyrus got closer with each step. “I was just thinking that this garage needed some more hot air; with Joe and Silver Hawk already here… then you arrive. Isn’t that a coincidence? Shouldn’t you jobbing to some one right now in the ring like you normally do Vinny?” Osyrus replied but SVJ looked un-phased by his last comment.

”Oh, I’ll be in the ring tonight alright. And you better pay attention because sooner or later; that’ll be you in there with me… getting your ass kicked by the one and only ‘Superstar’. SVJ snickered as he walked out of the hallway, taunting Osyrus to come get him some.

”Unlikely Vince; unless I can think of a real reason, that would be profitable enough for me to waste my time... and get in the ring with you. Because face it Vinny; you’re a has been. And a wrestler as talented as myself should never waste his time on losers like you. It’s bad enough I have to prove myself again tonight; where I will step into the ring and mop the floor with two Mr. Clean wannabes. Come on… is there any doubt that I can’t beat what’s his face with the Scorpion King title or that other guy whose name is so unimportant, that it doesn’t even matter?

Just because Pembridge wasted hundred dollars and made himself a belt.. doesn’t mean he is a champion. Destroying jobbers brutality doesn’t make you tough Vince or a credible contender to the belt I made famous. And anyone that thinks other wise… I got two words for ya. Gold – Berg. Wow. Two losers named Vince in ACW. What are the odds? ”

Isis smiled as she touched her face, where SVJ kicked her weeks ago. She interrupted Osyrus in mid rant. “Shouldn’t you be at home taking care of that slut you call a wife, Vincent? Isn’t she pregnant with someone else’s kid in her stomach? And don’t you want to be there in the hospital to see it’s birth.. instead of in a hospital room of your own, down the hall where you ended up. Because you got fucked up after Osyrus kicked your ass; all the way back to west Hollywood with your other little faggy friends.”

Vince Jacobs glared evilly at his two tormentors; before he began to smile. Blowing kisses Isis’ way, mouthing the words ‘I love you too’. “But let’s go back to your little hot air rib Osyrus. It’s funny that you of all people talk about hot air… never learning when to shut your damn mouth, because people are tired of hearing it. Talking about how you’re ‘the personification of talent’. ‘A legend in the Making’ and blah blah this. And blah blah that. You know those names don’t scare me Omar. All those other stupid nicknames to boost your reputation… they don’t impress me at all, Christensen.

You know what would really make me take notice… showing that you have a set of balls and tell me why you fucking interfered in my match at Glory. Stepping up to the plate and proving to me that you can defeat me in the squared circle.. instead of sneaking around backstage; like the snake you are.” SVJ roared as the guards moved in tighter between the two men. Who were now almost face-to-face?

”I’ll defeat you Vince, on my time... not yours. When I’m good and ready. And you’ll learn soon enough why I cost you your shot at the world title. If you can’t take the mind games.. step your ass right out of ACW. And let a rising legend in this business, show you how it’s done.” Osyrus bellowed while still be restrained.

“You… a legend?” Jacobs scratched his temple in confusion. “… Give me a break. You really want to be a legend; well take notes. Cause a legendary superstar is standing right in front of your damn eyes.” The guards tried there hardest to keep the two men away from each other; pushing an infuriated Osyrus back, while Joe and Silver Hawk directed traffic. “Guys, get both of them out of here now.” Osyrus could be seen throwing guards to the ground as he yelled at Jacobs from a distance.

”I’ll show you Jacobs… you’ll learn first hand what happens to people that doubt me. Then you’ll regret ever-stepping foot in ACW and having heard of the name Osyrus. You can count on that Mr. So called Legend.” Osyrus disappeared from sight after being escorted around the corner.

“Do you see what happens, when you can’t control your emotions? You end up in situations that are way beyond your control. Osyrus will that lesson… the hard way.” SVJ turned around and vanished down the hall.

Courage

“When I’m Gone” by Three Doors Down was the chosen theme for Forme Carlos. The fans gave a mixed reaction with slightly more cheers than anything else. Forme appeared at the top of the ramp, his stance one of a confident man. The thirty five year old submissionist walked down to the ring with a curious expression on his face. Last week Hillary Small planted drugs in Forme’s locker room and attempted to lure him back onto them, but Forme ruined her plan with his mental strength. On top of that, he conjured a clever plan to trick The Treacherous Troll into thinking she had won; her plan had worked. And now, in the present, Forme stood in the squared circle, his arms clutching a microphone with intent.

“What an honour it is to be among you all today…” were the chosen words that Carlos chose to introduce himself, pacing around the ring uncomfortably. The fans gave a small pop, a pop which Forme absorbed fully and continued. “So now, I’m in the ring, and you’re all wondering what the hell I’m in here for. I don’t have a match….correct. I don’t have any gold around my waist – hell I’m not even scheduled to be here tonight….but I have a topic. And that topic weighs in at three hundred and twenty three pounds; and that topic goes by the name of Ms Hillary Small.” Forme paused, as the fans booed at the mention of the ‘she-male’ they love to hate.

“Last week – Hillary Small made an attempt to get me back onto drugs. Hillary Small composed a plan, a plan intended to result in my addiction resurrecting. Well – that plan didn’t work. You see, I was as shocked as you are that Small could come up with a plan. I give her credit, the plan was a good one. I never knew she possessed so much brain power. But…..through my life I have learnt one valuable lesson. One motto which I stick to whenever I fight in this very ring. And that motto is – never underestimate the enemy.”

“Hillary, she played mind games with me. She expected me to topple immediately and turn my back on rehab. But it’s not that simple. Hillary needs to learnt that motto, because she definitely underestimated me. My message for Hillary Small tonight is to rethink your game plan, adjust your strategy so that you may have a chance against me. Another motto I have is to never turn your back on your opposition. I suggest you also adapt that….because I’m coming after you, you swollen hermaphrodite!” Forme said his piece and dropped the microphone, as the fans cheered him. He walked up the ramp with purpose, his arms swaying but restrained.

Hillary Small was watching backstage on a monitor….she decided to bide her time.

They were both reaching boiling point…..and a head-on collision was scheduled when they finally both cracked.

Simply Sacrifice [2] (Previously Recorded)

A camera feed is rekindled in a bedroom. The camera pans the room and there is a man strapped to a chair. The camera keeps skimming the room and fixates itself on the closet doors. There is a piece of wood preventing them from opening but cries and pounding can be heard from within. The door to the bedroom swings open and Alexi, Christoph, and Cael make their way into the dim-lit room. Alexi walks over and positions himself behind the man in the chair. Randall, still wielding the camera, puts himself in front of the two to get both in the picture.

The man has bruises on his face now, and duct tape covering his mouth. Christoph walks over and kicks the closest doors for no apparent reason. He begins laughing but is soon smacked in the back of the head by Cael. Who, obviously, did not find that too funny.

“Quit it!” Alexi shouts at the two. They acknowledge him and take their sits on the edge of the bed. Alexi saunters to the front of the man and spits on him, and then striking up a chuckle. Alexi turns to the camera, and pictures himself in the spotlight.

“Like a movie, no?” Alexi asks. “The bad guy finds good guy’s family, and awaits good guy to storm in room and beat him senseless.” Alexi skims his hand down the man’s cheek, followed by a smack across the face. “Only difference here...good guy is far away.” Alexi laughs and motions for Christoph and Cael to remove themselves from the bed.

Alexi sits himself down on the edge and addresses the viewing populous. “I know what you all are thinking.” No longer does a comical tone linger on Alexi’s tongue. He is now dead serious and right to the point. “You all think I just doing this because I can, no? Well...you’re half-right. Anyone can just waltz into home and assault the people living there. But these are not just any people, they are my foe’s family.” Alexi points to the camera. “That’s right Dante! I no longer need you! You are now my enemy...” He calms himself and continues in his forthright and solemn manner.

“If there is one thing I learned working under Fulan Gong clan, it is ‘do what you must.’ And Dante...I must.” Cael tosses Alexi his coat and Alexi begins scrounging through the pockets. He pulls out a small bag before tossing the coat onto the floor. He opens the bag, and removes a knife.

“Dante, I’m going to give you a little human lesson. In everything...there is sacrifice.” Alexi examines the shimmering knife very focused. “In Christianity, Jesus was sacrificed for his God. In war, soldiers are sacrificed for their country. In mythology, lambs are sacrificed for their gods.” Alexi begins prodding his leg with the knife, not hard enough to make a gash, but enough to make him wince every now and again.

“So you see, sacrifice is a way of life. In my mission for bringing down Americana, sacrifice will be needed. It is inevitable. But also...death is needed for my own personal satisfaction.” Alexi moves his attention from the knife to the camera. “To answer the question on your mind Dante...yes, I am a very twisted individual. And Dante, when you practically spit in my face by refusing to join my cause, I saw it as a personal attack.” Alexi stands up, knife in hand, and makes his way over to Dante’s foster father. “Oh, one more little thing you should know...I strongly believe in ‘an for an eye.’”

Alexi stands behind the man once again, this time putting the sharp blade right against the man’s throat. “I know you care for these people a lot, and you’d think that would make this a whole lot harder on me. When in fact, it much easier, now. I WANT to get under your skin, Dante.” Alexi’s voice begins trembling with intensity. “I NEED you to loathe me. I NEED you to want to put a knife against MY throat. I NEED THE ANGER AND PAIN!” Alexi’s hand begins trembling, and he fights hard to keep the knife steady.

“One last thing, Dante. If murder can work to get Pembridge noticed...it should do wonders for me!” As Alexi begins the movement of the knife against Dante’s father’s throat, Cael puts himself in front of the camera. His large build prevents the viewers from seeing what is happening.

Moments later Cael ducks out of the way, and the camera zooms in on Alexi’s upper body and head. Alexi wipes the crimson drenched knife on his shirt. The camera didn’t catch the man in the chair, but it can be assumed Alexi went on with the slitting of his throat. And again, the feed is cut...

Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology

“A WHAT!?!?”

“A cage match, Kain. I’ve never seen the type of chemistry in the ring that you two have for a long time.” SilverHAWK stood up. “I think that upping the ante on this best of seven could bring us a long, long way. Don’t you hear them? The fans love you! They feel for you! You’re their friend!”

“You know… you’re a sick, sick man.” Kain glared at him. “You think you’re doing me a favor here? You think sending me to psychologists and psychiatrists is going to help me out? You think forcing me to take medicine to ease my pain is going to make me feel better? I think you know the only thing that’d make me feel better, HAWK… and that isn’t possible now.”

“You want out?” SilverHAWK looked at Kain.

“You know damn well I wanted out. I had quit, remember? I’m only here because I thought you had something for me.”

“You have a shot at the title!” SilverHAWK stood in disbelief. “Kain, you have a shot at finally reaching your dream!”

“That dream has long been replaced, HAWK. You better be happy that I keep my word… I’ll play in this stupid little game of yours. I’ll finish the series. Then I’ll get out of this hell hole for good.” Kain turned toward the door. “For once, HAWK, things will go MY way.”

ACW Television Title Match
Vince Jacobs vs. Quinton May(c)

"Date Rape" by Sublime started to play over the speakers. Instantaneous frenzied cheering for the Television Champion, as he slowly walked to the ring holding the Television Title over his left shoulder. His mind was squarely on Vincent Pembridge for his interference last week costing him a shot at the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. Quinton had to get that out of his mind because he had to defend his ACW Television Championship against the man that defeated him last week, Vince Jacobs.

Vince earned a shot at the title from his win last week and Quinton knew that Vince was coming for gold. Quinton -- wearing white tights with black art on it, with black boots -- quickly stormed down the ramp. The fans erupted in cheers, as their Television Champion was ready for his biggest defense to date.

Cypress Hill’s “Ring Superstar” begins to play over the sound system as ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs emerges from behind the curtain. Wearing a pair of black wrestling tights and a t-shirt that says ‘The Reason there is a Show” on the front.

“So you wanna be a ring superstarrr”
“You’re in charge
Growing up in the world
Don’t trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder
Constantly
So you wanna be a ring superstarrr”

The crowd rained down a shower of boos on the man who has been a huge menace to ACW since he has been employed. Vince stopped at the end of the ramp and posed for the crowd who in turned continued to boo The Ratings Grabber. He finally rolled in the ring before flipping the bird out in a miscellaneous direction.

The bell rung as both men locked up in the middle of the ring in a collar and elbow tie up. Quinton quickly grabbed SVJ and hooked him in a headlock. Vince hooked Quinton and drove him down with a quick side suplex to break the hold. Quinton let go of the hold as he and Vince hit the mat. Vince sprung to his feet and drove and elbow into the chest of Quinton. Vince sprung to his feet again and dropped another elbow into the chest of Quinton again.

Vince was in rare form tonight as he bounced up a third time and looked to drop another elbow onto the chest of the Television Champion but stopped and flipped off the crowd. The crowd was once again all over SVJ for that action.

S –V – J SUCKS!!
S –V – J SUCKS!!
S –V – J SUCKS!!
S –V – J SUCKS!!
S –V – J SUCKS!!

The ratings grabber picked up May and launched him into the corner. Vince ran into the corner but May moved out of the corner and rolled Vince up from behind. The referee quickly dropped down for the cover.

ONE..

TWO..

NO!! KICKOUT BY SVJ!!

Quinton grabbed Vince and whipped him into the ropes. Vince bounced back and was nailed by a dropkick from Quincy. Vince quickly rolled to the floor. He held onto the guardrail as he was trying to shake the cobwebs from the dropkick. It was short lived as Quincy launched himself over the top rope and landed on Jacobs with a flying Senton splash. The crowd went crazy for the Television Champion.

QUINCY MAMA!!
QUINCY MAMA!!
QUINCY MAMA!!
QUINCY MAMA!!
QUINCY MAMA!!

Both men started to get to their feet as May was pulling Vince Jacobs to his feet. Quinton rolled Vince into the ring as he nailed SVJ with a springboard leg drop from outside of the ring to the inside. Quinton quickly dropped down for the cover.

ONE..

TWO..

THR--- NO!!

*Gasp from the crowd*

Vince Jacobs was still in the match. He knew he could defeat Quinton May and he was going to do it tonight for the Television Title. But if Vince wanted to win this match he had do something in a hurry since the Television Title matches were only ten minute matches. Tonight was different from last week as Quincy was large and in charge. Vince may have had Osyrus on his mind but the legend wouldn’t let you believe that.

Quinton picked up Vince and whipped him into the corner. Quinton went into the corner and hoisted Vince up onto the top rope. Quinton nailed SVJ with a big right that kept the reason there is a show on the top rope. The fans went crazy expecting another high-risk maneuver from May. Quinton went to the top with Jacobs. Jacobs nailed May with a low blow on the top rope. May hunched over and took a fall off the top rope to the floor. The crowd got all over Vince for his cheating ways.

S –V – J SUCKS!!
S –V – J SUCKS!!
S –V – J SUCKS!!
S –V – J SUCKS!!
S –V – J SUCKS!!

Vince was getting an earful from the referee as he tried to gather himself on the top rope. Vince looked down and saw Quinton staggering to his feet. Vince stood on the top rope as everyone in attendance wanted to know what the ‘Superstar’ had planned. What happened next was incredible as Vince Jacobs nailed Quinton May with a Shooting Star Press from the top rope to the floor.

The Ratings Grabber

Both men were out on the floor as the fans exploded for the two men putting on one hell of a match.

HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!

Jacobs did anything to win the title from Quinton, as the champ would do anything to keep the title. The fans were not disappointed from these two men who put on one hell of a match last week. They did the same again this week. The ref saw that both men were on the floor so he started the ten count on both men.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

The fans didn’t want it to end this way. They started to cheer their Television Champion to get to his feet.

QUINCY MAMA!!
QUINCY MAMA!!
QUINCY MAMA!!
QUINCY MAMA!!
QUINCY MAMA!!

SIX…

Both men started to stir. The fans erupted as Jacobs and May heard the count and tried to get into the ring before being counted out.

SEVEN…

EIGHT…

Jacobs rolled into the ring…

NINE…

May rolled into the ring as the fans sighed. The ref stopped the count as both men were in the ring. The champ almost lost for the second week in a row to SVJ. But May wouldn’t be denied as he stood up with the help of the ropes. Vince stood to his feet also. May raced toward Jacobs but Vince caught May and nailed him with a spinning spinebuster.

A Star is Born

Vince quickly went for the cover on May.

ONE…

TWO…

THR--- NO!! MAY KICKED OUT!!

Vince knew from last week that May wasn’t going to go down easy. Vince picked up May and whipped him into the ropes. May bounced back and was kicked in the gut by SVJ. Vince hooked May for what looked to be a powerbomb. May quickly reversed the move into a hurricanrana. May pointed to the top rope as he went to the top waiting for Vince to get to his feet. Vince slowly got to his feet as he was nailed with a Corkscrew Moonsault on Vince.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE --- NO!!

Vince kicked out again. Quinton got to his feet quickly as Vince staggered to his feet with the help of the ropes. Quinton raced to Vince as he dropped down to the mat and Quinton went flying over the top rope. The referee went to floor to check on the Television Champion. The crowd burst into boos as Vince stood to his feet and raised his arms high in the air. Vince smiled as he thought the crowd was booing him but it wasn’t him they were booing…. IT WAS OSYRUS!!

Osyrus was ready in the ring in a crouching position waiting for Vince to turn around. Wrong move by Vince as he turned around and got speared to hell by Osyrus.

NOWHERE TO RUN… NOWHERE TO HIDE

Osyrus rolled out of the ring and raced through the crowd as Vince was laid out in the middle of the ring. May rolled into the ring and grabbed Vince and drove him down with the..

HIDEAWAY

Quincy went for the cover on Vince hooking the leg.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

QUINTON MAY PICKS UP THE WIN AND RETAINS THE TELEVISION TITLE!!

May picked up a win on Vince Jacobs. It was déjà vu. Vincent Pembridge cost Quinton May the match last week and Osyrus cost Jacobs the match this week. One things for certain

OSYRUS MUST PAY!!

Winner: Quinton May

The Match is Set or is it

‘Patiently Waiting’ hit the PA system as the fans erupted in boos. That was because ACW’s first couple was coming out to address the fans. What was on their mind as the walked to the ring? No one knew but one could expect it was going to be bad intentions toward one Vince Jacobs. We had already seen an altercation between the two backstage and then Osyrus screwing SVJ out of the Television Title.

Osyrus and Isis walked up the steps into the ring as the boos continued for ‘the Personification of Talent’. Osyrus demanded a microphone as the announcer handed it to the big man. Osyrus snatched the microphone and walked around the ring as Isis looked on at her man.

“You know I didn’t really want to come out here because this place stinks.” Osyrus said

The boos were deafening now.

“But Isis thought it would be a good idea is I came out here and said this in public.” Osyrus said

The crowd started to die down to hear what Osyrus had to say.

“Tonight I am going to thrill you fans and accept Vince Jacobs challenge at ACW’s next crappy pay-per-view entitled King of Ages.” Osyrus exclaimed

The fans erupted with the anticipation of a match between Osyrus and Vince Jacobs at King of Ages.

“You know what. I lied.” Osyrus said with a smile

Isis looked at him with a sly grin on her face.

“I will face Vince Jacobs on my time when it involves a big pay day.” Osyrus said

The fans booed loudly because Osyrus wouldn’t accept Jacobs’ match. Isis clapped with every word coming from Osyrus’ mouth.

“Ring Superstar” hits the PA system as SVJ strolls out to the ring holding his ribs. The fans didn’t know if they wanted to cheer him or boo him so they decided to boo him. Vince had a microphone in his hand waiting for the fans to die down.

“Right on cue Vince.” Osyrus said leaning on the top rope.

No security guards holding the two men back, as this could get very brutal.

“Well I decided to play your little game and come out and see why you still haven’t accepted my match.” Vince said

“Looks like the has been has something to say everyone… quiet down.” Osyrus said with a sly grin

“You know Omar you get funnier and funnier every time I see you. I mean do you really think your little quips are supposed to impress me. Come now, when it comes to a battle of wits you my friend are unarmed.” Vince said with a smirk

“See that’s why you are such a loser Vince because your jokes are so lame.” Osyrus said looking at Isis

Isis snatched the microphone from Osyrus, as she wanted to address Jacobs herself.

“Vince you are a waste of time. Why would Omar step into the ring with you? I mean you couldn’t even beat that chump Alias, who by the way Omar dismantled. Give us a reason why Omar should even soil his hands with the likes of you.” Isis said giving the microphone back to Osyrus

“It’s a shame Omar that you let your two dollar ho with a bad hair weave talk for you.” Vince said

The fans erupted in laughter, as Isis was livid. She was jumping up and down in the ring yelling at Vince as Osyrus was trying to calm her down.

“Look Osyrus since you don’t want to accept my challenge then I guarantee that next week you will definitely accept it. Mark my words.” Vince said as the fans erupted for the match

“Jacobs don’t come out here all big and bad trying to hide the fact that you are shaking in your panties right now. You know you’re scared. You are thinking about what you felt earlier right.” Osyrus stated

“Talk is cheap Omar. Remember I am not some disfigured freak like Jason Kain or some over the hill wanna be wrestler with no knees like SilverHAWK. I am ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs, the man that will be the ACW World Heavyweight Champion and the man that will take ACW to new and exciting heights.” Vince said dropping the microphone on the stage. Vince raised his arms high in the air before flipping off Osyrus and Isis as he walked backstage.

Payment Plan

Jason Kain walked around the corner out of his locker room, he was already suited up and ready to go… but as he turned the corner walked smack dab, right into…

“Ey, Mang! Watch where ‘choo are going, mang!” El Emenopi looked up from his mop and suddenly his attitude left him. The bruises from last weeks beating at the hands of Vincent Pembridge still present on his face. “Oh, hey mang… I didn’t know eet was you, mang.”

Kain glared at him. He was part of the reason why Kain was in the state he was in.

“Out. Of. My. Way.” Kain pointed towards the other side of the hall.

“Si senor, perdon, senor.” El bowed politely, then started to explain himself… “I was just…”

“OUT. OF. MY. WAY.” The frown on Kain’s face turning into a malicious grimace.

El stepped back and watched as Kain walked toward the entryway.

“Mang, tu tienes some serious problemas…” El said feigning toughness.

All that came up was the middle finger as Kain walked away.

King Of Ages Tournament Match - Round Two
Khristain Keller Vs. Vincent Pembridge Vs. Osyrus

'Dirty Window' - Metallica

Cue heat.

Enter K².

K. Keller entered to an arena filled with boo's, and that would be a theme to which this match would continue to. It seemed as if fate had played a cruel card when it lumped 3 hated superstars together in one match, and the fans, whom would they support, if anyone? Keller made his way into the ring as he growled at the referee, whom was less than happy to be taking this match, that was for sure.

Time; just a counter-clockwise in motion.
Time; it requires strength, love, and devotion.
Time; a detention of every person.
Time; is used to make us free again.

When we can turn back time, to any time.
By... by moving on inside.
And will we still ask why about the time?
Or be just fine inside of our minds?

Vincent Pembridge, the man of the hour.

"MURDERING ARSEHOLE!"
"MURDERING ARSEHOLE!"
"MURDERING ARSEHOLE!"
"MURDERING ARSEHOLE!"

Sauntering down the ramp as the house lights dimmed and a blue spotlight was focused on The Callous Fight Machine, Vincent sniggered at the pitiful peons that were screaming and hurling tons of abuse at him. It'd almost as if Pembridge had become immune to all the rubbish that he was greeted by each week. Over the years, he'd been accustomed to embracing the hate generated by the followers of the industry.

Pembridge strolled down to the ring apron as he looked in at Keller, as Pembridge smiled and slid into the ring, he circled Keller as if he was waiting to swoop and disembowel his hanging carcass, but the final superstar's entrance music hit, and it made Keller and Pembridge stop the nonsense.

I’ll put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me.
My back on the wall; now you gonna see.
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me…
Cuz I’ll come and take your life away.

’Many Men’ performed by 50 Cent interrupted the silence. And on cue; Osyrus and Isis stepped from behind the black curtain that led backstage. They made their way to the ring; Isis was a few steps ahead as she pointed back, while Osyrus bounced rhythmically in the entrance way. Black hoodie still covering his head as he jogged to the base of the ring; looking in at his two foes whom he would have a hard time beating tonight.

Osyrus still stood on the outside as he looked in at Keller and Pembridge, both of whom had never touched ACW World Title Gold in their careers, and here was a man, whom had held the title for longer than anyone else in the company, and he wanted it again.

Osyrus climbed into the ring and quickly got rid of his hooded top and threw it to Isis, who quickly stashed it under the ring, as the trio got into the centre of the ring for a small gathering of BS. Keller, Pembridge and Osyrus all stood in a small triangle as they talked garbage at one another, as the noise level in the arena grew and grew with anticipation.

As quick as a flash Pembridge was the first to start off the match, as he quickly hit Keller with a shot to the jaw, which was then followed up with Osyrus kicking Keller in the stomach. It seemed that in the early part of this match, Osyrus and Pembridge would be the ones to team up, but everyone knew that this could change in an instant. Pembridge smashed Keller in the back with an axe-handle as Keller dropped to the ground, only to be kicked with a barrage of attacks from the do.

But they wouldn't be a duo for long.

Pembridge caught the former World Champion with a cheap shot to the eye before pushing him into the corner and going to work with right's and lefts, but Osyrus quickly overpowered Pembridge as he turned the tables and slung "The Scorpion" into the corner as he began to drive into his midriff with shoulder thrusts before he began to work on his face. Osyrus slapped the taste out of Pembridge's mouth with hard right hands before he blindly whipped him to the other corner.

Keller was up.

Keller swung a huge clothesline in the direction of Pembridge.

Keller took Pembridge's head off!

The crowd cheered as Pembridge fell to the mat in a heap after the shot which rocked him almost out of his boots, as Keller quickly pinned.

1...

Osyrus broke the count with a sharp kick to Keller's head which got his attention straight away. Osyrus pulled Keller to his feet but was startled as Keller struck out at him with a right hand which sent Osyrus back a few steps, Keller quickly got on Osyrus and planted him on the mat with a Russian Sweep as Pembridge began to move. Keller got up and pulled Pembridge to his feet, before pushing him up against the ropes and then whipping him to the other side.

Keller attempted another clothesline on Pembridge, but he ducked it this time, and quickly made his way against the ropes and sprang back into Keller's face with a reverse elbow. Osyrus was up, but he was quavering beside the ropes watching the action, which he was soon a part of as Pembridge charged towards the former ACW Champion as both men toppled over the top rope in style.

As Keller lay in the ring on his stomach, still a bit weary from the elbow, he referee made a quick check on him before going to the outside where Osyrus and Pembridge were tearing up the arena.

Pembridge took Osyrus by the neck and rammed him into the steel steps, as Osyrus was sent crashing over the top of the steel. The referee was now on the outside and was going nuts at Pembridge, but the Mancunian looked devilish as he picked up the top ring steps and then looked down at Osyrus. The referee tried to stop Pembridge, but instead got a mouth full of steel as Pembridge turned around with the steps in hand and clobbered the referee in the head as he went down.

Pembridge shrugged as he then lifted the steel steps and was about to smash it into the superstar, only for Osyrus to aim a kick straight into Pembridge's "nuts". Pembridge dropped the steps as Keller moved to the outside, pulling Pembridge into the ring and then leaving Osyrus with a kick in the head as Keller rolled back into the ring.

Keller took Pembridge's leg and began work on it with a half Boston crab as Keller looked on in amazement. A masked superstar had ran through the crowd and has jumped the barrier, but instead of gunning for the ring, he stopped, and waited.

For Osyrus.

Osyrus slowly got to his feet, but was quickly turned around by the masked individual and then sent Osyrus crumbling to the hard ground with a spinning suplex DDT. The masked man shouted and balled at Osyrus as he lay unconscious on the mat, as the man quickly made his way up the ramp, and in the mean time, he took the mask off.

Who Else...

Vince Jacobs

With probably the biggest "boo" of the night, Jacobs made his way to the back, knowing that he had more or less caused Osyrus to lose the match as he lay, knocked out on the mat.

Keller got up as he let go of Pembridge's leg, the Scorpion of Manchester clutched onto his leg in sheer agony as Keller moved out of the ring and kicked Osyrus, to see if he was alive even. Keller smiled but he wasn't too happy moments later, as Quinton May came bursting down the ramp with a lead pipe in hand.

Keller set himself for a fight, but May rushed right past him and instead dove into the ring and clocked the standing Vincent Pembridge with the pipe square in the forehead.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Keller watched on as May exited the ring with a huge smile on his face, as Keller and May brushed shoulders as he passed by. as May pointed into the ring.

Osyrus was KO'd.

Pembridge was pretty much out.

The referee was close to being on his feet.

Keller didn't need to be asked twice.

He slid into the ring and quickly pulled Pembridge to his feet, and later with a kick in the stomach, and the Tranquilzer, the arena stood in silence. The referee, who was still a little groggy crawled over to the middle of the ring and began to the count.

1...

2...

And that was all she wrote.

The fans, boo'd as Keller rose to his feet, as Osyrus was still down and Pembridge bled from a head wound. The fans had been robbed of a classic, and as Keller exited the ring, he was now set to become the first King of Ages, and as far as Osyrus and Pembridge go?

Quinton May and Vince Jacobs had got their sweet revenge.

We had not heard the last of this.

Winner: Khristain Keller

Anger Management [Part 2]

Outside in the hall; a loud crash could be heard. As the camera moved onward; it stopped in front of the locker with the big gold star, that was especially for one superstar… as a dozen or so guards stood outside the door.

”Osyrus... how in the hell could you let him do that you? You’ve trained so hard to win the world title again in ACW… and he screwed you out of it. Damn that Jacobs. What are you going to do about it?” Osyrus was more infuriated each time Isis reminded him, that he was unsuccessful at moving onto the next round. He lifted the table up off the ground; and slammed it back into the ground.

”You don’t have to remind me Nora… I know exactly what that fecker did. Don’t think that I am going to bend over and just take this shit in the ass… That fucker has crossed the line and he is going to pay.” Isis pushed him back, daring Christensen to hit her.

”So what are you going to do huh? Are you going to kick his ass?”

”YEAH!” Osyrus replied as he balled up his fist.

”Are you going to kick his lame ass back to Hollywood?” Isis questioned.

”You damn fucking right I am.”

She slapped him across the face. “Now, you gotta go find Jacobs first. No time to lose concentration.” Osyrus looked surprised as he punched Isis in her arm with a smirk on his face.

”No need to worry about that, I know where that loser Vince is right now.” Osyrus grabbed his black hoodie from off of the couch; as he tossed it on and headed out of the door. In the hallway; the door slammed into the back of one of the guards… knocking a few guards off balance. Osyrus stormed through entranceway; he fired stiff jabs at the remaining security guards, as he was the only one standing in the corridor. Osyrus slowly walked up the hall… where he disappeared when turning the corner to the left.

Destination- Unknown.

Target- Vince Jacobs.

Intentions- Very Deadly.

Out of My Business

Elijah Arson stood backstage in front of the coffee table in the backstage area. An eerie feeling was in the air as if something were about to go wrong. Arson looked around not seeing anyone around him. As he finished making his coffee, he set it down on the table. He turned around to get some sugar when...

WHACK

A lead pipe connected with Elijah’s ribs. He screamed in pain and immediately fell to the floor. As Elijah dropped to his knees he looked up at the man before him and stared him directly in the eye.

“Fuck you, Keller.”

Khristain Keller was the man behind this. He wasn’t going to stop now. As Elijah sat up on his knees, Keller hit him once more with the lead pipe across the ribs sending Elijah down to the floor holding his ribs in pain.

Keller looked at Elijah and smiled.

“I don’t need you sticking your nose in my business tonight.” Keller said and simply dropped the lead pipe and walked into the darkness.

Elijah was bleeding from the mouth laying on the floor screaming in pain. His ribs felt as if someone had torn them. He tried getting up to no avail.

The pain was too overwhelming for Elijah.

At this time, a ring worker walked by to get some coffee.

“OH MY....HELP! SOMEBODY GET SOME HELP!!!”

The worker shouted and immediately ran to get some help.

All Apologies

El Emenopi grumbled to himself. He had been screwed out of a real wrestling career… he had been screwed out of a fighting title… he had been screwed out of finishing the mopping on the main hallway. Today was not his day.

Jason Kain left tracks from his boots.

Osyrus had spit on his floor, right in front of him.

Dante Inferno had shoved him into his own mop bucket.

Alias had shoved him out of the way trying to get somewhere.

Quinton May made him spill his bucket while running past him.

SilverHAWK, so far, was the only person to give him a tip… and he was the only one who didn’t screw up his floor.

A penny. Maybe he was just trying to get something from his pocket… cause it didn’t actually get to El’s hand without hitting the ground first… but El tried to make the best of it.

He had finally finished the hall when he heard footsteps.

“Oh no, mang… don’t come this way…” He turned and walked right into...

Jade.

“Senorita Greene! Perdon!” El stepped back as she just glared at him. “Leesten… I’m sorry about you and Senor Kain…”

“I don’t have time for this Elian.” She pushed him to the side.

“No… wait!” El screamed out, actually having a serious face for once. “I deedn’t mean for you two to break up! I thought I was going to have fun!”

“Sometimes fun fucks everything up for everyone else, doesn’t it!” Jade said coldly.

“I guess eet does, Senorita.”

“Now, what the hell do you want? So I can go in peace.”

“Nothing… I’m just sorry.”

“Apology accepted… now leave me alone.” She turned to walk down the hall, scuffing his perfect floor.

“You really love him, don’t you?” El said silently… but she had heard, and had an odd reply.

“Yeah.”

Enough is Enough

Osyrus and Isis walked down the hallway looking for SVJ. Osyrus and Isis got to an opening and saw Vince Jacobs standing near a door talking to an intern. Osyrus made a dash for Vince tackling him down the floor. Osyrus started pummeling Vince as Vince tried to cover up from the sneak attack. Osyrus picked up Vince and threw him into the wall. Vince was dazed as Osyrus nailed Vince with a vicious clothesline sending him to the floor.

Vince tried to make it to his feet as Isis came in and got a cheap kick in on the downed Superstar. SVJ gave a sneer to Isis as she ran behind Osyrus who came running in full speed nailing Vince with a vicious kick to his head. Osyrus picked up SVJ again and threw him through the door. Vince went flying through the door and rolled on the floor of the dressing room.

Osyrus smiled as he enjoyed this brutality he was dishing out on SVJ. He grabbed a chair from the corner of the locker room and drove the chair into the knee of Jacobs. Osyrus knew the knee troubles of Vince Jacobs so he continued his onslaught on the knee of Vince.

“Pick him up Isis.” Osyrus said

Isis struggled to pick Vince up from off the floor. Osyrus couldn’t wait any longer as he helped up the groggy SVJ. Osyrus stepped backwards and drove the steel chair into the skull of Vince Jacobs. Jacobs fell to the floor in a bloodied mess as Osyrus dropped the chair next to Vince. There was a smile on the faces of both Osyrus and Isis as the former two-time ACW World Champion, Osyrus knelt down in front of SVJ and started to whisper in his ear.

“I know you can hear me Vince. This is but a taste of what I can do to you. Don’t even think about getting into the ring with me. Later chump.” Osyrus whispered as he dropped Vince’s head to the floor.

Osyrus and Isis stepped over the debris as they strolled out of the dressing room. The ACW officials, EMTs and some other wrestlers were checking in on Vince.

One thing is for sure…

The mind games have just ended…

…and the brutality has begun.

ACW World Heavyweight Championship Match
Best Of Se7en Series
Alias(2) Vs. Jason Kain(1)

Match Four… part of what could possibly end up being the greatest series of matches in the history of ACW.

A “Civil War”… just when you thought that would never be possible.

Now.

And just like that, the main event is upon us.

Many things had occurred in the arena on this night, but looming over them all was what was set to occur at the end of the night... the top of the mountain which fans had been gazing at from afar for the past two hours, waiting with nothing but baited breath and anticipation, they were finally greeted with what they wanted... and needed to see.

Booming lights... everything focused on 15 feet of unforgiving mesh and steel which was slowly and ominously lowering down over the ACW ring... casting its shadow upon it.

As the cage touched down with the canvas, the lights exploded back on accompanied by a large pyrotechnic... and no sooner had the light returned the P.A. system blasted out a very familiar song to the fans.

DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME, I WON’T BE IG-N-N-N-N-N-NORED!!!

“Faint” by Linkin Park

The crowd goes ballistic, unable to contain itself, as Alias sprints down to the cage, pyros exploding behind him in a wall of faux flames, and begins climbing up the entrance ramp side. There where no doors on this cage since no one with half a brain ever understood the logic of having the 'climb out of the cage' option, when there's a damn door to step out of. And since the regular cage had been destroyed by Dante Inferno and A*Dubbs… that trademark choice was made possible.

Alias reaches the top of the cage and straddles the top, lifting a taped fist to the crowd. Flashbulbs continue to erupt as he lowers his fist once again and drops himself over the other side into the ring.

I’LL HAVE YOU, I’LL HAVE YOU… WISHING FOR…

BOOM!

The fans where ready for the pyros this week. Even if it seemed a little weird to them right now… they better get used to it.

A QUICK DEATH!!!

Jason Kain ran out onto the stage and raised a taped fist in the air as orange pyros crossed over his head. He ran down the ramp and jumped directly onto the cage, quickly pulling himself out one side and then down the other. The arena was electric with excitement. Could Kain even up the series or would Alias strengthen his lead?

Alias walked towards Kain the moment he touched down inside the ring. What happened last week had worried him to no end. He immediately checked for a wrist tag, might as well get right to the point, but Kain pushed him away and pulled down the spiked collar for him. He held up his wrist at Alias… all that was there where the burn marks and scars.

“I ended up having so much of it that they pulled it… pulled it from me before I OD’d. Ironic, eh?”

An empty grin curled up the right side of Kain’s lip. Kain was trying to go on with his life… wishing to go on with his life… but that just wasn’t the story. He had to go out each week and fight in a company where she was always just down the hall… not exactly the best environment. Nonetheless he stepped towards Alias and came face to face with him in the middle of the ring. Alias looked at Kain, same bruises… same scars… and that was just the outside, and then spoke to him… not the crowd.

“Ratings.”

Kain replied. “What?”

“All they want is ratings.”

“No shit.”

“We give that to them… and they make us kings. Kings of ages.”

Jason Kain nodded to Alias, there was still and empty hole in his soul a mile wide… was there nothing but her that could fill it? Let’s see.

“Let’s take advantage of that, Chris.”

Cause either way… it was just a matter of time.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

The crowd erupts into a frenzy as both men charged at each other like two warriors, tying up in a grapple. The two spin one way and then the next, each guy struggling with all his mite, until Alias, with the size advantage, finally forces Kain up against the buckles. Kain spins him and then lunges in with a stiff knee to the mid-section.

Alias bends down and Kain pummels him in the back with a double axe handle.

Irish whip by Kain...

...Reversal by Alias.

Kain hits the buckles hard.

.....

Hard.

The crowd booms with approval as Alias scores with a charging clothesline. Kain staggers out, falling over himself and walking straight into Alias, who grabs him by the head and runs over to the adjacent corner, before slamming the “Epitome of Innovation’s” face into the top buckle, again and again and again and again.

Alias goes to ram Kain's head into the buckle once more, but Kain puts a leg up to stop it from happening, before executing a sharp elbow to the gut, then grabbing Alias by the waist and tossing him head first into the steel pole.

Now firmly in control of the match, Kain reared back and delivered a haymaker to the ribs of Alias as he got to his feet. Alias stumbled forward, right into the arms of a snap DDT. Alias was left splayed out on the mat as Kain decided to make a rare trip up to the top rope. He looked down. He paused.

He flew.

He connected.

A splash on-target and impactful enough to make Jimmy Snuka envious. Right into a lateral press, even.

One!

Two!

Thre-No!

Kain undeterred by this, once again lifts Alias to his feet. As Alias stands on jelly legs, seemingly out of it on his feet, Kain decides to take the risk and once again climbs up to the top rope.

Bad choice.

Alias, playing possum, dives in the ropes and knocks Kain’s center of gravity off before he had a chance to turn around on the top rope. Kain tumbles to the side, falling between the ropes and the mesh… if the cage hadn’t been there he would have hit floor. Atleast he might have seen Alias coming…

Alias vaulted off the top rope...

... and came down...

With a HUGE leg drop across the back of Kain’s head.

Alias caught Kain across the back of the head with a devastating leg drop... forcing his neck down across the top rope and almost pinballing him between the cage and the ropes, as Kain ricochets between the two before finally slumping to the canvas between them.

Alias, on his knees, dragged Kain out onto the mat and hooked his leg.

One!

Two!

…

No!

With a burst of effort Kain kicked out before the third count and sends the crowd into a frenzy.

Kain slowly gets up but is met by a flurry of European uppercuts. Alias grabs Kain and throws him into the corner with an Irish Whip, then charges at Kain. When Alias arrives at his destination, he spears Kain into the turnbuckle. Alias then brings Kain out from the ropes and climbs to the second rope.

Looks to grab his head and perform a Tornado DDT from the ropes but in a sudden movement, Kain delivers a headbutt to Alias’s midsection, but Alias maintains his footing by holding onto the back of Kain’s head.

Kain goes for another headbutt, but Alias jumps and uses Kains momentum against him, carrying him around and planting him in the mat with a Tornado DDT. Alias picks up his fallen friend and looks to whip him into the ropes.

Kain, astonishingly, reverses the whip once again... and turns to face Alias, before using the momentum already gained to lean back and jab his feet into Alias, performing a spectacular and at the same time devastating monkey flip... which propels Alias halfway across the ring and into the top rope... tangling up and landing horrendously once again between the ropes and the mesh!

HOLY SHIT!

INN-O-VATE!!

HOLY SHIT!!!

INN-O-VATE!!!!

Kain rushed towards Alias looking to execute a move that would surely be one step away from the end… White Lightning. But nothing was that simple tonight... if waging war beside each other for months on end and now against each other for the last three weeks taught Alias and Jason Kain anything... it was to know their opponent... Kain rushed at Alias looking to put his shift of momentum into overdrive... Alias somehow propelled himself over Kain with a forward flip with the help of the ropes and the cage, landing flat on his feet on the canvas behind him.

Alias thought that Kain’s own momentum would drive him into the unforgiving mesh...

... but it never happened.

Alias turned and his eyes widened, he got half circle just in time to see Kinkade hit the ropes and springboard back, catching him square in the jaw with a devastating dropkick, the two men clattered to the canvas in a heap as the crowd exploded in disbelief! Both men where reading the same page… trying to jump the same lines.

A-LI-AS!

JA-SON KAIN!

A-LI-AS!

JA-SON KAIN!

A-LI-AS!

JA-SON KAIN!

… and the crowd goes wild. Jason was the first man to move, but not quickly. Alias wasn’t so lucky, as he heard the referee’s count break at five. Realizing he was still just on his knees and that his opponent must be the one up, he quickly rolled forward, just barely dogging a kick that was aimed at his knees. He groaned as he kneeled, he had successfully hidden the pain in his knee until now, while twisting his body back around to face Kain.

Kain rushes into Alias, a look of twisted determination in his eyes… the insanity once again boiling to the front… I guess those downers must have worn off. Just as he reaches Alias, Alias uses Kain’s own momentum against him rolling back while grabbing Kain’s legs in the process. Kain falls forward smacking the mat with a thud before realizing the position that he was in.

Boston Crab.

In the middle of the caged ring.

Jason gritted his teeth in pain… then laughed… yes laughed, to release the pain. Alias looked back shocked, the hold still tightly locked in.

“You they took you off that shit, didn’t they?!”

Kain smiled insanely through gritted teeth and screamed out to Alias.

“Bullshit, Chris! They needed something stronger! It’s not even close to over the counter!”

“WHAT?!”

Alias let go of the Boston Crab to the shock of the crowd.

When will they stop pumping him full of this shit… it can only get worse. Don’t they realize that?! What length is Carter looking to go to for ratings?

Jason Kain got to his feet and went to throw a punch, once again taking advantage of Alias’s actual caring side. Alias however dodged the punch and carried Kain forward into the crunching headbutt, before driving a knee into his gut and then sending an elbow into the back of his head. Click, click, BOOM! He brought Kain back to his feet but Kain retaliated with a knee of his own into Alias’s gut before grabbing him by the head and running towards the ropes. Kain jumped up and sprung himself off the top rope while still holding tight to the Original Pulp Hero’s head… before bringing him back down with a booming thud that was drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. Wire Cutter!

Kain knew it was now or never… though there was an insane glint in his eye he knew it was now or never… the series could be tied. Then it would only be to more matches and the hole inside of him could maybe... just maybe be filled with the World title. Kain stomped away at Alias for a moment before bringing him back to his feat and hooking him up for an even bigger move of his arsenal. Full nelson… bulldog… Electric Slide! That was it… Alias was out… was Alias out? Kain had to make sure… he had to take the risk.

Jason ran to the nearest turnbuckle and climbed to the top rope. He looked down at the battered body of Alias for a moment… and then shook his head. It had taken TWO Whiteouts for Kain himself to be put away yesterday… it would take something just as big to put away Alias. He just had too… Jason crossed himself…

Then climbed to the top of the cage.

Jason Kain now looked out to the crowd, as he held the support wire. People all over the arena where going ape shit for what was about to happen…

The crowd was rioting once again.

Jason Kain looked down at the battered body of Alias… some 15 feet down… and took the leap of faith with what faith he had left.

POWER SURGE!! From of the top… of the steel cage.

*CRACK* *BOOM*

… and Alias rolls just inches away from the sight of impact. Jason Kain lay broken in the middle of the ring and Alias stirred… beginning to get to one knee. It was one of those times that the crowd responded in kind.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

The crowd seemed to be tearing apart the arena with cheers… cheers upon cheers upon cheers. As Alias fell on top of Kain, having crawled to his body, the ref was ready to make the count. The atmosphere through the entire building was something else.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

As the cage raised back to the rafters, Alias rolled out of the ring like the week before. This time however he hobbled over to the edge of the steelramp and took a seat. The crowd cheering him to no end while hands grasped behind him to pat him on the back. He watched as the referee waved down EMTs to assist Jason Kain for the second straight week.

What price indeed… he was up 3-1… just one more victory lay between him and the ACW World Championship… but he didn’t hear his music. The man that had helped build up ACW… the man that had saved the very federation in it’s darkest hour…

Alias, himself, was searching for the light.

Winner: Alias (Leads series 3-1)