- - [August 24th 2003] - -
Broadcasting LIVE! from CINergy Field, Ohio at 10/9 p.m. CT

PREVIOUSLY... 7 Days Till KoA...what else could go wrong? Well...a lot actually.

It All Comes Down To This, pt. 1



“Quick Death” exploded through the arena. The crowd exploded with applause and cheers. The area exploded with sound. And Kain… well, Kain’s heart was about to explode.

The sounds were all in his head.

Just like the faces.

Laughter.

Pain.

…

This was it. If he didn’t make it through the match later on tonight, his chances of being at King Of Ages… his chances of BEING the main event… Gone.

Everything had a habit of leaving him. His father at the early age of 6. His mother didn’t even send a search party for him when he ran away. His shot at the underground fighting title due to his young age… gone. His first tag team partner ditched him to become a “better person” then committed suicide. His first true love… left him for his student. The only person that mattered to him in the whole world, didn’t trust him and walked away. Now… now he was left with only one thing to work for… and that was BEING the main event.

Tonight was the first night that he wasn’t thinking about Jade. Sure, she had given him good reason to be completely baffled, confused, and stupefied for a long time… but tonight was different.

The pills weren’t being used. They weren’t for a long time. The amass of belts and awards were finally attached to the walls of the new trophy room in his brand new house. The house was finally furnished.

It wasn’t raining anymore.

Kain stood up, he wasn’t seeing his house anymore. He was in his dressing room once again. The night was young. The show hadn’t even truly started yet… and it was finally HIS time. This night was his… and he knew it. He wasn’t going to let the chance to BE the most important thing for once, something he’d never been before, slip away. This time his fingers were clenched around the only thing worth something.

The only thing he found important.

The only thing worth living for.

Suddenly he blinked.

As he opened his hand, the illusion of the night was fading.

The only thing worth living for.

The illusion of being the main event was slipping.

The only thing worth living for.

Gone.

He had let it slip… but found out why, as he kept thinking those six words.

The only thing worth living for.

A face.

The only thing worth living for.

Her face.

The only thing worth living for.

It was… the only thing worth living for.

Suddenly a knock was heard at the door.

“Mr. Kain… you have ten minutes! You’ll be cutting a promo tonight, correct.”

“Yes.” His voice was gruff, as he hadn’t spoken a word all day. Then he smiled as he remembered the words that was in his head. Tonight WAS his night. It all came down to this.

... You Think You Knew Everything? ...

Quinton Lindsey May sat there, lips tightly sealed. His eyes no longer had the fire of wanting to fight. The good fight. The air in the boiler-room was laced with a sense of extreme discontent and dejection. Quinton's Army was facing yet another crisis, and looking back on all the previous adversities it had faced, the status of the Army looked its bleakest at the moment more than ever.

The past couple of months had been an absolute roller-coaster ride for him. Week after week, his life in the ACW was laden with surprises, adding on to the twists and turns he was faced with in his real life, as the quest to find out about who he really was unraveled. With each passing day, Quinton May took another step towards eternal happiness. Every morning, as he woke up, he would pray for the day that he'd finally be able to stop and look back on all the fighting. And be proud, as it'd gotten him to his destination.

Paradise. With all the answers having been revealed.

Janitor Morris, Janitor Howard, and 006.392 sighed collectively... as they looked around the boiler-room and realised at how the Army appeared to have been back at square one. Quinton himself was astounded that his doctor friend hadn't fulfilled his end of the bargain, which would have resulted in two more members for QA. But Quincy wasn't too concerned about that at the moment. The war with The British Army had reached boiling point, and something had to be done in terms of retaliation. Bobby Knickerson was killed for his involvement, and Damnson had been used as a tool of mistrust.

"So, what's the plan?" 006.392 asked, as he cleared his throat and sat down on a chair, directly across Quinton.

Morris & Howard ceased their walking and looked at each other, wondering how Quinton was going to reply. Having been in the arena first, Quincy knew of the night's booking, and had already informed Howard of his match with Andi Kole. Morris, on the other hand, had his KOA Tournament Match against Khristain Keller to prepare for. But as far as getting back to Vincent Pembridge was concerned, the Television Champion had no idea whatsoever as to what to do. He didn't even have a match scheduled. Two weeks in a row, the Television Champ wasn't slated to be ON television.

Getting up from his seat, Quinton tapped the title around his waist and sighed again, in utter exasperation. No wonder the Manucian Predator and his band of thugs always seemed to be one step ahead. The Trojan Horse in Damnson had been feeding information to his boss. It had been a sneaky set-up right from the start. That was probably how Pembridge managed to immaculately plan Knickerson's death, since he knew the plans Quinton had meted out for his troops.

"006, I approached SilverHAWK earlier and demanded a match with Damnson. SilverHAWK didn't give it to me, because he knew I'd just get myself disqualified while kicking his ass, and he didn't want to place any sort of threatening stipulations because the company would be a fool to let me go. So, I convinced him to allow YOU to take on Damnson. As long as you don't get yourself purposely disqualified, your job is safe.

So, the question now is, if you're up for it?"

006.392 looked at the two janitors, before smiling sinisterly and nodding his head vigorously, to indicate that he was indeed intent on taking up the challenge. Quinton smiled and patted his protégé on the back, whilst Howard & Morris acknowledged 006's commendable commitment with the nodding of their own heads.

"Morris, Howard; the two of you know what to do tonight. I have a feeling that Joey Kole's going to try something funny later, when you take on Andi, Howard. Morris, just make sure that Joey DOESN'T muck up anything. If he feels like messing around with us, he'll pay the price.

We already have one person screwing the life of us, one more irritating idiot screwing with us is something we can't afford to waste time on! But Morris, remember, you've still got Keller later on in the KOA Tournament. Be sure to do your best for that, you're the last one flying the flag for the Army!"

Having received their instructions, the two janitors mumbled an affirmative response, before filing out of the room. Howard versus Andi was the first match scheduled for the show, and Morris wanted to be out there, despite a showdown Khristain Keller for a place in the finals of the King Of Ages Tournament. Janitor M had been beaten by Joey Kole last week, and with the latter trying his hardest to influence his brother, Morris & Quinton decided that Howard needed some company at ringside. It was now common knowledge to everyone, that Joey Kole had changed for the worst, and was trying to take his brother down with him.

Nobody knew why, or how. That, J-Dawg was grateful for.

With the boiler-room empty save for Quinton and 006.392, the YOUTH OF THE NATION decided that it would be wise to get some measure of preparation done. Vengeance was on the cards, especially since he was the one that brought Damnson into the Army and bonded with him the most. The betrayal came as a major shock to him, but somehow, 006 was almost devoid of emotion. Until now, having seen his leader and mentor in a rather shaken frame of mind.

"I'll get ready to kick the crap out of Damnson, then."

Quincy nodded as he sat back down on the chair and leaned back, closing his eyes. His body was tired, his bones were aching... but there was still a lot of unresolved business for the Canadian. 006.392 had no problems gauging the amount of stress that was on the shoulders of the Dictator, and as his hand grabbed the knob of the door of the boiler-room, the YOTN suddenly began to do some thinking. It all flashed in his mind so quickly, but several questions burned brightly.

Why? Why was Quinton May at loggerheads with Vincent Pembridge?

Why was this war even being fought?

006.392 had the sudden desire to know more. About the entire situation. Week by week, all he was told was his assignments and the status of the war that was being fought. But other than that, only the reasoning why the Army was formed was known. As far as the war against The British Army was concerned, nobody knew the intention behind it. Only the promise that victory and eradication would secure the exile of one of the planet's most dangerous and evil man.

"Quinton?"

"Yes, 006?"

006.392 rubbed the back of his neck, contemplating whether to go ahead or otherwise.

"What's with the animosity between you and Vincent?" 006.392 asked slowly, treading back towards Quincy at the same time.

The Dictator opened his eyes and looked at his protégé, the memories of all the visions he'd been having lately coming back to haunt his memory again. Sighing, May cleared his throat and organised his thoughts. 006.392 had been the first person to outright ask him about just exactly what the deal was between the two enemies. And truth be told, he'd been

"It's a long story."

"I've got time."

Snorting, Quincy turned to look at the YOTN, who smiled and sat himself back down on the chair across from his Dictator. Quinton leaned forward and rubbed his temples, as he seeked to educate 006.392 about how the war that was <b>the</b> talking point in the ACW at the moment had actually materialised. Of course, Quincy himself didn't have all the answers. He was simply a pawn being forced to step up to the plate, by an opposing force.

That, in a nutshell, was the nature of the 'relationship' between the Television Champ & The Scorpion Champion.

"Well, what can I say?

When he first came into this promotion, I wasn't really aware of who he was. But I did know that he seemed very familiar to me. His main purpose for being in the ACW, as far as I know, is for him to be like one of those greedy super-villains and plot for global domination. He views us -- Quinton's Army -- as the biggest stumbling block. He takes us out with his own group of hooligans, he has somewhat of a stranglehold.

As the days passed by us, my mind kept telling me that I was fighting a man not simply because he was making it his personal mission to destroy me and what I've built... but rather, I was fighting him solely because of what he'd done in the past. Vincent knew right from the get-go who I was. Hell, it seems he has some kind of memory problem, but he KNEW who I was. He REMEMBERED who I was.

I was one of the few men that were gathered many years ago to try and win some sort of title that seemed pretty worthless to me at the time. I was confused, in the midst of my own mountain of problems. But now, looking back, I guess that night proved to be the single most important night in Vincent's life. After all, he won the Scorpion Title on that night and still has it with him now.

Of course, the only reason he decided to try and make it a part of ACW's history is for his own depraved needs. It's worked for him, I guess. It's also worked in jolting my memory. I've been having my visions lately, but these ones... are very weird. They replay that night years ago over and over and over again. But you know what?

I don't think that's really why I have such a bloodlust for him. I think I must have tried to gain revenge in some way after that night, and failed miserably. So much so that the memory's been wiped from my brain, until now. The trigger mechanism was simply seeing the fucker bring forth an era of destruction. And I guess the breaking point was Bobby. The night he killed Bobby, I felt such rage. Rage I've never experienced before.

Since my days... in M15."

006.392 blinked and shook his head, not quite able to digest everything. It appeared as if the history between the two was more intricate than he could have imagined. Even Quincy himself shook his head, his mouth gaping open rather surprised, finding the entire thing too surreal for his tastes.

But, it was true.

So true.

As the two men got up from their chairs and nodded at each other, they realised that they'd been fighting not only the most lethal man on the planet. They were battling someone who had premeditated all this for a very long time. Immaculately planned every single thing that was to happen, up to this moment. What they didn't quite figure that Vincent wasn't working alone, but they were simply working within the framework of information available to them.

Quinton & 006.392 then had a shared epiphany.

The end would justify the means.

The Waiting Game



7 days had never gone so slowly for the former ACW World Champion. At last Sunday's show an altercation with an irate fan caused SilverHAWK to accidentally hit new ACW owner Brian Carter in the face, and ever since then, he had not heard a word from ACW.

He had just hit the ACW Owner.

He had no OFFICIAL ACW contract.

He was late.

SilverHAWK cursed under his breath as he shut the door on his large Range Rover and made his way to the arena entrance, but as he looked on at the heavy guards at the door, he couldn't help but feeling his heart sinking even further.

"Sup fellas, SilverHAWK, I should be on the list."

"I'm sorry Mr. HAWK, but we have instructions from Mr. Carter to not let you in the building at this moment in time," said the guard as he folded his huge arms. The two guards looked almost identical with their blonde bleached spikey hair and large jackets, which read "Security" obviously.

"What do you mean at this time?"

The silent guard too a piece of paper out of his pocket and passed it on, as the other guard took his shades off to read.

"We have a statement from Mr. Carter in which he told us to read to you when you arrived, so here it is;

SilverHAWK, as you know you have placed me in a very tricky predicament with your actions last week, so therefore I would like it if you could stay out of the arena until called upon, as I will be punishing you according, however I have yet to decide on my course of action.

That's it finished Mr. HAWK, so if you could possibly go back to your car, we will call you when Mr. Carter wishes to see you."

HAWK was fuming, he turned around to go back to his car and then quickly turned around again, but he had second thoughts about what he was going to do.

"They'll call me...fucking punk."

It was now a time for patience...and that wasn't part of HAWK's vocabulary.

I Do It Because I Can – I



Alias sat staring at Joe Bishop. Just like last week, Joe Bishop sat staring back at Alias… a little annoyed. This week however there was no Jason Kain and there was no Jade.

“You wanted to talk to me, Joey.” Alias said in a calm tone of voice.

Joe Bishop arched his eye brow. “I’m not the only one Chris… but that’s not the point.”

“Get to it then.”

“You want me to get to it… fine.” Bishop leaned for in his chair and his deep voice raised a notch. You knew when that happened, the man was not to happy. “What the fuck was up with all that strong arming last week? First you decide against any further cage matches for the series and then you ask for more pyros?!”

“What the hell is that tone supposed to imply Bishop?!” Alias stood up from his chair and pushed it back. He leaned forward on the desk, the calm tone lost in his voice, only to be replaced with a hushed anger. “Are you seriously trying to say that I don’t deserve a little extra entrance shit? That I don’t deserve a little job safety for 7 straight weeks of grueling matches?”

That was that, Bishop stood up from his chair himself, smashing it into the wall behind him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean Chris? This company has your best interests in mind, it always has.”

“Yeah as long as I’m behind it one hundred and ten percent.”

“That’s not what I remember during your first stay in ACDub, Phoenix…”

“Fuck you! And pass that along to whoever came up with that bullshit ‘bigger matches equals bigger ratings’ mantra… Jason and I will give you your big matches, we just don’t want to be overused or underestimated.” Alias turn and began to walk out the office door, as he turned around the corner and out of view Bishop plopped down in his chair. He was sweating, just like last week, but thankfully not as nervous. However, Alias walked back into the doorway with a thoughtful expression on his face. 

“I sorry that I had to kill the messenger.”

Alias nodded to an old acquaintance and once again he was gone. Joe knew one thing… he was too young for this shit.

Not Big Enough For The Both of Us



The camera pans outside to see a long black limo pull up in the parking lot. The door swings open and out steps Osyrus pointing to someone behind him. It was of course Isis coming out of the limo behind Osyrus. Osyrus stood by the limo and snarled at Isis.

“Get the bags.” Osyrus said

Isis went to the trunk of the limo and pulled out her bag and Osyrus’ gym bag. Osyrus started to walk toward the entrance of the arena when a long white Navigator limo pulled up in front of him and Isis. Osyrus was about to yell at the driver for impeding his way to the entrance of the arena but he smiled as the door opened and out stepped Vince Jacobs.

“You really have impeccable timing Vince.” Osyrus said with a smirk

“It’s a gift, Omar.” Vince said

The two men stood in front of each talking nice and calmly to many people’s surprised. Vince was happy because he finally was going to get Osyrus in the ring one on one at King of Ages. Osyrus walked toward Vince and stood in his face.

“Well I guess you are happy, huh. You get to go one on one with the personification of talent at King of Ages.” Osyrus said

“It’s about time. You can now show me that you say what you are. You know a legend in the making and all that shit.” Vince replied

“Vince you don’t want to test me right here and now, do you?” Osyrus stated

Vince walked closer to Osyrus. Now both men were nose to nose. Suddenly a voice was heard from the distance.

“Not now you two.” Joe Bishop said running to step between the two men with a bunch of security guards

“Here comes big bad Joe to save the day once again.” Osyrus said

Vince smirked “Joe why don’t you let grownups talk. This doesn’t concern you.”

Joe looked at both men. “You see when you two are coming to work then it is my problem.”

“Joe you are not a good business man and you never were a good wrestler.” Osyrus said

“I can attest to that. Hell I used to be his tag team partner. The man couldn’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag.” Vince added

“You guys are so funny. HA HA!!” Joe said

“Listen Joe what do you want. Vince and I have some business to discuss and you my friend are interrupting. You need to leave or I may have to bust up that nose again.” Osyrus said laughing

“I knew you two would be here tonight so SilverHAWK and I decided that you two will be in the ring wrestling tonight.” Joe exclaimed

The fans in the arena erupted in cheers in anticipation of seeing Osyrus and Vince Jacobs going one on one in the middle of the ring tonight. 

“I told you two clowns that I would wrestle Jacobs on my terms at King of Ages. You know big money payday.” Osyrus stated

“Well see Osyrus you got it all wrong. Tonight you and Vinny will be in a tag match on opposite teams.” Joe replied

“Who the hell are our partners?” Vince chimed in

“That Vinny is going to be a surprise.” Joe said

“It doesn’t matter Joe because Vinny can get a preview of what is going to happen to him at King of Ages when I show him why they call me the Legend in the Making.” Osyrus said as he looked at Jacobs

Vince smirked as he looked back at Omar. “A legend in the making is nothing compared to ‘YOUR GOD’. Just be ready tonight because it doesn’t matter to me who my partner is. I am going to show you, ACW, and these moronic fans why I am the best in the damn business.” 

Vince grabbed his bags and started to head for the entrance of the arena as Joe called out to both men.

“You know HAWK and I decided that the ACW isn’t big enough for the both of you guys. So we decided that at King of Ages your match would be a ladder match with both of you guys ACW contracts hanging from the rafters in a briefcase. The winner will be able to do whatever he wants with the loser’s contract.” Joe said

Osyrus and Vince looked at Joe in anger after just hearing that whoever loses the match at King of Ages is gone from the ACW.

“And to add to your match pinfalls and submissions will also count. Have a nice night and a wonderful week.” Joe said leaving with the security guards

“I can’t believe this shit hole of a company.” Osyrus said

Vince didn’t say a word as he made his way to the entrance of the arena with his gym bag. Osyrus motioned for Isis to come on as the two made their way into the arena also.

It All Comes Down To This, Pt. 2

The crowd was explosive as the pyros went off, signaling the entrance of Jason Kain.

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

Click, click, click…

A QUICK DEATH!

BOOOOOOM!!!

The crowd’s ruckus got even louder as Jason Kain appeared on the entryway. He stood there looking around for a moment, before heading to the ring. He hadn’t actually stepped into the ring to strike a speech in a long time, and for the first time, he felt compelled to do so. This was HIS night, after all. He hopped onto the apron, then climbed the turnbuckle throwing the right hand to the sky. The crowd instantly went into his chant…

MR. KAIN
MR. KAIN
MR. KAIN
MR. KAIN

A smirk appeared on Kain’s face as he looked out over the crowd. He jumped over the ropes and called for a microphone. The crowd cheered wildly in suspense waiting for the words…

“NOW SUCK ON THIS!”

The crowd exploded. Kain stood there holding the mic in front of his mouth, waiting for the moment to speak as the crowd quieted down.

“I have finally come to the conclusion that there’s nothing to live for. There is no utopia of the mind, no matter how much drugs you use. No calm world where you can just relax and watch things happen. No place where you can feel free. EVER. I’m not one to admit this, so take advantage of this.”

He paused then looked to the sky.

“I actually had a faltering belief that I might lose tonight.”

Immediately the crowd started booing like mad.

“I didn’t say I WILL lose tonight. Remember that… I just said that I MIGHT. Alias is by far one of the best opponents I’ve had in the ring. The only one who could take me to the limit like he has for the past five weeks. For a long time I had the thought that it wouldn’t even get this far. I thought that I was going to have that belt by now. I underestimated my opponent. He took me down three times in a row. THREE TIMES! That’s NEVER happened. NEVER. But one thing that I noticed last week… He underestimated my drive.”

The crowd roared with a mixed reaction, but more positive than negative.

“I was about to lay down for him. I was going to give him the damn belt. I didn’t want it… I was already feeling I had lost. Then he made me realize there were things worth living for. I had the sudden belief that fame and fortune was worth living for. But Chris… you were wrong. Sure, the belt would be a nice thing to add to my room of trophies… but if you really want to know, it’s truly just a crock of crap! Right now folks, I’m going to shoot. You see, you haven’t seen what’s been happening backstage… and before you go off into a rally against SilverHAWK… it’s not totally his fault. 

The board of directors of this federation have this stupid belief that the federation is more important than the health of it’s employees. YOU ALL KNOW WE’RE EMPLOYEES… not quote un-quote legitimate athletes, according to the ‘real world’ aspect of it. All-Star Championship Wrestling has been trying to book this federation according to RATINGS~!… yes… ratings with the tilde and the exclamation point afterwards. For that matter, that was their plan. Who gives a damn about the people in the match… let’s see how far we can push them before they break. And guess what?”

The crowd responded with a resounding, “WHAT!?!?”

“I broke. I fell apart. I lost Jade. I lost the heart to get in the ring. I lost everything that was important to me… just because this fucking federation…. Fuck you, bleep it out… this FUCKING federation didn’t care. They just wanted the ratings for it. Well, they wanted it? They’ve got it. You see there’s nothing WORTH living for… but we’re forced to do it… so what’s better an object or a feeling to be ‘worth living for?’

“I chose the latter. Because I’ve found out that if I’m forced to live, I might as well have something to do it for. And I finally have an answer. HOPE. I know it sounds cheesy, but just think about it. Some people live for the HOPE of a better tomorrow. Wrestlers go day-to-day with the HOPE of becoming the next big thing. If you don’t have hope, THEN you can kill yourself and no one will bother stopping you. Have hope. 

That’s what I’ve learned. I’m right… there is no THING worth living for. There’s only a feeling. A feeling of hope. And right now? I have the hope of getting my ass into that PPV, Chris… So let’s get this shit on the road tonight. I’ll see you in this ring, and I’ll be ready for you… IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THIS! HOPE! So if you’re not ready for a tough fight tonight… get ready… because I have NINE FUCKING WORDS FOR YOU!!!!”

The crowd suddenly exploded, they hadn’t hear this phrase in a long time, and it was finally coming back. And… they chanted along.

“YOU THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE!?!?!?”

He held the mic high over his head, pausing for a long time. The excitement in the air hung powerfully, putting goosebumps even on the staff and people backstage…

“DIDN’T THINK SO!!!!!”

... The Conflict Deepens ...

Andi Kole was dusting the lint off his black sleeveless tanktop, with his mind racing to fathom how it was possible that his brother had somehow forgotten to inform him about his match against Janitor Howard. The second Andi stepped into the arena, he was flanked by officials who were concerned as to a lack of response by the older Kole brother, and promptly reminded him of his match against the Senior Citizen of Quinton's Army.

See, Joey Kole had been informed of the match, and was ordered to pass the message to his brother. At the time of receiving the call, however, Joey was rather drunk and completely forgot about the whole thing. As he walked into the locker-room, looking tired and unshaven, he suddenly remembered. Of course he would, with his brother Andi struggling to get ready with the little amount of time left.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you..." Joey murmured half-apologetically. Andi turned and glared at his brother, who was smirking rather thinly as he threw his bag onto the ground and plopped onto the couch, the pungent smell of smoke becoming very distinct.

Returning his focus back to his attire, Andi continued to curse silently, knowing that Joey was still trying to coheres his brother into crossing over to the bad side. Andi had resisted valiantly so far, so Joey was hellbent on agitating his older brother into giving in and completing the transition into straight-out bad guys. Hooking up with The British Army was the aim Joey targeted, simply because of the security they'd be ensured.

"I bet you did. And hell, you showered in smoke or something?"

Joey sniggered cockily in response, looking at his brother taping up his wrists.

"I really did forget. Anyways, gimme a few minutes, I'll be out there in a while!"

Andi turned to glare at his brother, before laughing and shaking his head at the same time. Joey ignored his brother and begin to reach for his bag, his other hand stroking the beard he was keeping.

"I'm working this match alone. I do not want you out there, at all. I don't want to cheat to win, and even if I do cheat, I do not want YOU to be the reason I win."

Joey looked up and shook his head, as the grip on his bag was relinquished and he leaned back in the seat. His brother had just, basically, dissed him. But J-Dawg wasn't going to take it sitting down. Already, his mind knew how to fire back, and he watched as Andi finished his stretching and grabbed his water bottle, before making a beeline for the door, the match about to start in a matter of seconds.

"I remember beating Morris cleanly last week..." Joey mumbled under his breath, before closing his eyes for a nap.

That comment was enough to halt Andi in his tracks, even for a second, and the older Kole brother scowled at his kin... before shaking his head and storming out of his room. Over the weeks, his brother had developed somewhat of a smart mouth, but Joey did speak the truth. In a wonderful match, Joey picked up the victory rather cleanly.

The conflict that had risen, was boiling over.

The result?

Who knows?

Andi Kole Vs. Janitor Howard

  

"Science" by System Of A Down.

And out came El Janitors, to a massive response! Howard & Janitor strided out from the back after about 10 seconds, and although there weren't big smiles on their faces... both men raised their arms to acknowledge the warm and fuzzy crowd reception. Morris was holding both the title belts, with Howard making a beeline for the ring. As he climbs in, he proceeds to one of the corner turnbuckles and climbs onto the second-rope.

Before raising his arms in the air and letting out an orgasmic-esque growl, while Morris ushers himself towards the Announce Table and claps, giving his partner all the encouragement in the world. This match came about as a result of the Morris/Joey match the prior week, which stemmed from J-Dawg's attack on the champions the week before that. It was all about payback, but Joey Kole was victorious last week.

This week, Howard aimed to level the scores, and the promise of a possible showdown at King Of Ages was now imminent. The fans had a feeling that something big would go down on the night, but they didn't know what. They, however, did know that it'd result in a tussle at the PPV, with the Tag Team Titles definitely being on the line.

"Clocks" by Coldplay.

That brought Andi Kole out, who received a scattered amount of cheers mixed with some pretty resounding jeers. Simply being the brother of Joey Kole hadn't really endeared Andi with the fans, but there was several section who respected the older brother for who he was, and not who he was aligned with. Andi quickly made his way down the ramp, dressed rather sloppily... but as his eyes locked with Howard's, one thing was sure.

The animosity that existed between the two teams, due to their past history, was running wild again. And neither men from either camp would ever forget the chaos that was the Homicidal Tendencies Match at the Glory PPV.

Andi quickly rolled into the ring, and Howard capitalised, laying boots into Andi’s ribs, stomping away until his opponent lay against the bottom turnbuckle. Janitor H took a few paces back before running in, and launching himself feet first into Kole’s chest. All the wind was driven out of AK as he rolled himself to the outside, while the Senior Citizen reveled in the cheers being heaped upon him by the crowd in attendance. Andi gathered his thoughts and shook the cobwebs loose as he started to roll into the ring, before remembering what happened last time, and cautiously stepping through the ropes. The two men circled each other before locking up in a tie-up, before Andi slipped round the back into a waistlock. Howard struggled to get free, attempting to fire elbows at Andi’s head, but AK was one step ahead, ducking every swing, before driving a knee into the small of Howard’s back. The Janitor leaned back in pain and grimaced as Andi locked on an rear headlock, before hoisting Howard up and over with the most unique overhead front-face suplex!

Howard lay flat, holding his face, as Kole got back to his vertical base, before rushing over to his fallen adversary and locking in an armbar. Howard roared in pain as AK wrenched back, but he couldn’t stop Howard from inching his way towards the ropes, and finally grabbing the bottom rope. Andi broke the hold and dropped back to the middle of the ring, bouncing from foot to foot as the crowd murmured excitedly, and Howard rose to his knees and rubbed his shoulders. Morris watched on concerned, as Howard made the mistake of taking his eyes off his opponent while getting to his feet, and when he looked back he found himself victim of a running missile dropkick, which sent Janitor H over the top rope, as he landed with a thud on the matting outside the ring. AK wasted no time, as he slid out the ring, and awaited Howard to get to his feet, before sending him right back down with a spinning heel kick. Andi looked to put the finishing touches on Howard as he stood on the ring apron, and as Howard got back up, he went for a springboard dropkick, but Howard sidestepped, and drove Andi down with a modified sidewalk slam!

The crowd cheered massively with AK as his spine was grounded into the matting. Janitor H wiped his mouth checking for blood before rolling back into the ring, not wanting any more action outside the ring, and looking for the count out victory, while Morris rejoiced with the crowd;

1...

2...

3...

4... Andi slowly pulled himself.

5...

6... Morris contemplated attacking Andi, as the latter locked eyes with Howard's partner.

7...

8... And rolled into the ring after The FREAKING One backed off…

And once again was the victim of a boot to the ribs. Howard pulled Andi up to his feet and spiked him down with a DDT, before bouncing off the ropes adding to the momentum of an elbow to the chest, the point driving into Kole’s heart, and then going for a cover;

ONE...

TWO...

NO DICE!

The crowd's celebration was cut short as Andi Kole got his shoulders off the canvas! Janitor H shook his head as he pulled Andi up and kicked him in the gut again, before whipping him into the ropes. Howard tried to take his opponent down with a ol' Lou Thez Press, but Andi caught him in mid-air, and spun around... driving the Senior Citizen in a spinebuster slam! The crowd cringed at the massive impact, before Andi hooked the legs;

ONE...

TWO...

KICK-OUT!

Andi scowled as he got up, and kicked Howard in the head to some protesting from the latter's partner, before the older Kole Brother pulled the Senior Citizen up and promptly hooked him in a full-nelson. The crowd's excitement perked as Andi grinned, and planted Janitor H with a devastating full-nelson slam!

And then, another cover;

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

CLOSE, BUT NOT CLOSE ENOUGH!

Again, Janitor Howard had kicked out. The audience were now making a lot of noise, in a bid to rouse the Dirty Old Man of QA out of his stupor, while Andi Kole sat on his knees, wondering what it would take to keep his opponent down. He waited until Howard was upright, before he jumped to his feet and fired several punches to his face, followed up with a whip into the ropes, as Andi's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

However, Howard held on, and yanked Andi towards him... eager to introduce a clothesline to the Kole Brother. But, Andi managed to duck under it and promptly retaliated with a massive uranage slam, that almost seemed to take every last drop of fight out of Janitor H. Janitor M pouted, realising that his partner was now three seconds away from defeat;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

NO!

NO?

NO!

Andi tugged at his hair, before he forced himself up and mouthed off at Janitor Howard, who somehow managed to kick out. Morris punched the air and continued to get the crowd riled up, before his face turned white with aghast, as Andi Kole slapped on a single-leg boston crab!

So, what did the FREAKING One do?

He grabbed one of the title belts and coolly slid it into the ring, before he clambered up onto the apron and attracted the attention of the referee, who was in the position to call the match in the event that Howard tapped out. Naturally, he turned around and stormed over to the ropes, admonishing Morris who was waving his hands and gyrating his hips wildly.

Howard tapped.

Andi waited.

No ringing of the bell.

Andi cocked his head to the left and saw the referee arguing with Morris. The submission hold was broken, and the older Kole brother rushed over to the ropes, firing insults away at Janitor M. The referee quickly got into the middle of the possible skirmish, while Janitor H struggled to his feet. Before, of course, his eyes fell on his title belt.

Within a flash, Howard had the title in his hands and he was running towards the ropes, intending to clock Andi Kole with the piece of tin that he'd won at the Glory PPV.

....

However, the referee got clobbered, as Andi dived to his right. The referee was sent flying through the ropes, taking out Morris in the process! Both men fell down to the floor rather wickedly, as Howard cursed and turned around, the title belt still in his hand. The crowd weren't liking what was about to happen...

As Andi spun back to his vertical base, and stunned Howard with a brilliant snap sidekick! Howard collapsed to the canvas, his mouth now bleeding as a result of the ferociousness of the superkick. Somehow, the Janitor managed to recover, but by then, Andi had -- in desperation -- gotten his hands on the Tag Team title belt.

In the back of his mind, a nagging thought ate away furiously at his conscious.

*CRACK*

But that was tossed out of the window, just as Andi got rid of the weapon and threw himself on top of Howard. Coincidentally enough, the referee got back into the ring at the same instant, and saw the cover;

ONE.....

TWO.....

THREEEEEEE!

Just like that, Andi Kole had picked up the victory. He rolled out of the ring and had to contend with the massive chorus of jeers that were being directed at him. Morris, by now, had recovered and flung himself into the ring... tending to his mangled partner. Andi, meanwhile, wasn't quite believing what he'd done.

It seemed his parting words to his brother earlier, in the locker-room, had come to pass. And in the back, Joey Kole was beaming from ear-to-ear, pleased at the path his brother had taken. Only one more step had to be taken, before the Kole Brothers could enjoy the perks of being in The British Army.

And as he walked out of the office of SilverHAWK, having confirmed a Tag Team Titles Match for the KOA PPV, Joey Kole realised that winning the titles would surely convince his brother that crossing over to the dark side would be THE best career move ever made.

Joey was so close.

So very close.

Winner: Andi Kole

... Beatdown Outta Nowhere ...

"Aye, I think sum' whiskey would be a fine idea!"

"Excellent, mate! I reckon we go down to the pub, maybe ask some of the other blokes to join us! The more the merrier, ye know! Also, we can get them sods to pay!"

Tam McKilloch and Hamish Ferguson. Your neighborhood drunkards, ladies and gentlemen. The Scotsmen found that there was nothing of real interest for them to do on the night, so retreating to a local pub/tavern to get some alcohol into their systems would be the best idea since Mikhail Gorbachev decided to step down from his post as Russia's Premier. In any case, Tam & Hamish were looking to bring some people along.

Getting drunk while out on a drinking binge with other people meant that there would usually be one sober fucker, who could be bullied and manipulated into driving the drunken sods home. That way, nobody would be involved in an accident, and the Scotsmen could enjoy their night without worrying how to get home. Everybody wins.

As Tam & Hamish stumble down the hallway in the back, discussing the drinks they were possibly going to consume on the night, when none other than... DRAKE NEFARIAN stepped out of nowhere, literally, with a rather twisted smile on his face. Naturally, the Scotsmen were taken aback and were slightly afraid, thinking Drake was the 3rd incarnation of the evil unknown twin brother of Jesus, Jasus.

But, within a few seconds, Tam & Hamish nudged themselves back into the fabric of reality.

"Drake! Mate, how goes it?"

"Would you care to join us in getting totally hammered tonight?"

Drake snorted, but continued to show off that friendly facade he had going. Vincent Pembridge had ordered him & Liam to exterminate The Flying Scotsmen for messing with .vindication, and finally, it seemed Nefarian was getting around to the task. Many other matters had occupied his time and Liam's time, which didn't really make the Scorpion too pleased.

"Oh, no thanks. I just wanted to thank the two of you for patching me and Liam up!"

Tam & Hamish looked at each other in surprise, before trading high-fives, to acknowledge a job well done. Then, it clicked in their heads. The smiles on their faces quickly evaporated, as their brains calculated the simple arithmetic. By the time they turned around to look back at Drake, the Middle-Eastern Gladiator Supremo was no longer alone; the one and only Irishman was now by his side.

..vindication, ladies and gentlemen.

"I don't know why we put this off, Drake. Seems like bloody fun!"

"True, true. Oh well, at least we're doing it now. Better late and never!"

So, as the agonized screaming ensued, Liam & Drake unleashed a flurry of fists on the unsuspecting Scotsmen, who were finally getting 'thanked' for their involvement in trying to exile the conflict that had existed many weeks ago, in the most humane and considerate way possible. Considerate, because no weapons were being used.

Such was the nature of a beatdown outta nowhere.

Fancy, innit?

The Waiting Game II

SilverHAWK rested his head against the steering wheel as he pondered a nap. He had been on the go from 5am this morning, to firstly get here and then to get himself sorted with the owners, but as he flight ran late, his plans had been ripped to pieces by the end of the day. As he felt himself drift away on the steering wheel, a small chap at the door woke him, and as he looked outside of the window, he growled.

"Wakey, wakey boss."

K e l l e r

"Fuck off Keller..."

His comeback was a chuckle.

"You know what HAWK, you've really got to get your life in check, take a look at me for example, tonight I'm going to be in the final of the King of Ages tournament and you...well you're truly going to be out of a job...without actually having one."

SilverHAWK slammed his hand against the wheel and quickly opened the door, Keller had to be quick to make sure he missed the out swinging door before an enraged SilverHAWK got right in his face.

"I've told you this once, and I'll tell you it again...you will not be the World Champion as long as I'm anywhere near an ACW ring. I don't care what the hell I have to do, I'm not gonna let some washed up old junkie take our gold."

That was it.

Keller thrust HAWK against the Range Rover as HAWK and Keller tussled.

"Don't you EVER call me a junkie again! You have no fucking idea what I've been through...NO FUCKING IDEA!"

Keller swung a right hand at HAWK which connected with his jaw, but as HAWK pulled his fist back, he stopped.

"No...I'm not stupid Keller, there's no way I'm gonna have an assault on a roster member to add to be worries."

As HAWK stood still, security got in the way of both the men and took Keller into the arena, and as HAWK looked on, a wicked smile graced the face of the possible...future ACW Champion.

... The End Will Justify The Means ...

The end will justify the means.

"Time" by Taproot.

Bring on the hate. Bring on the hate. Bring on the muthafookin' hate.

Everybody knew who it was, and were instantly on their feet, screaming and ranting with a passion. They hated him. They thought he was the bane of human existence. How could one man be so hated? That's the question many of those who were showing their distaste for him at that very moment wanted to know. The answer? Some people are just... born to be bad. What can you do about it?

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?

The arena was engulfed in darkness, and a blue spotlight focused on the stage. Within seconds, out the Arrogant Bastard nonchalantly strolled -- decked out in a black sleeveless tanktop with a scorpion printed on the front, with blue jeans and black boots. And of course, with his Scorpion Title in his right hand. The crowd grew more restless and loathsome, as they began to hiss at Vincent.

Deep inside, the Scorpion sniggered at the pitiful peons that were tons of abuse at him. He was loving the attention, and thrived on the negative reaction he got every single week. He was now immune to their response, because all it really did was to simply spur him on.

Time; grows things older, faster when you find it.
Time; it's wasting away while we spend it.
Time; a reflection of our past with it.
Time; is used to make things right 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?

Striding down the ramp, Vincent's sneer was laced with confidence and the knowledge that he was THE most hated man in the ACW. The continuous jeering by the crowd attested to that fact greatly, especially when the Degenerate reached the bottom of the ramp and smugly tossed his title into the ring, sliding it after it. Everybody in attendance had their own various reasons to hate the Arrogant Bastard. That would include the murder of Bobby Knickerson, and the immaculate planning of having a Trojan Horse in the enemy camp.

I can see this coming over my mind.
Cause you're right.
It's life, my light!

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?

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?

Our minds, Our minds, Our minds.
Because you're right, you're right...
Inside our minds.
Minds. Minds. Minds.

As he now stood in the middle of the ring, he looked out at the masses that were dedicating every second of their mundane lives to hating The Manucian Predator. And sniggering, he raised his right arm up in the air, to further provoke them. He loved every second of this.

And, well, this wasn't even part of the plan.

Minds.

With his theme music having reached an end, the house lights returned in place of the blue spotlight, and a microphone was quickly slid into the ring... just as the Scorpion crouched down to pick up his precious Scorpion Title. A relic with so much history behind it, and the only thing of any material value to Vincent at the moment.

Picking up the microphone at the same time, Vince made sure to balance his belt on his right shoulder, before he started to pace around the ring, with the microphone in his left hand. Obviously, he was contemplating his opening line, as it was a rather momentous occasion for him. Off the backs of a defeat in a KOA Tournament Match, Vincent Pembridge was eager to get right back at his enemy, Quinton May.

And did so in wonderful fashion, last week.

But, the crowd didn't find it all too wonderful. Instead, they found it disgusting. Revolting. Sickening.

Next course of action?

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

You guessed correctly, young padawan.

Vincent looked up at the crowd and shook his head. Back to THAT, he thought. The paying audience were hellbent on making their feelings for the Manucian Predator known, and it didn't matter that they were harping on the same thing again and again. Despite the fact that it was a technically incorrect statement.

"Right.

I didn't kill Bobby Knickerson. I made that perfectly clear. So, within the confines of an establishment housing an ACW event, your pathetic little chant makes no bloody sense whatsoever.

In which case...

FUCK YOU.

Instant upheaval of maniacal hissing and screaming.

"FUCK YOU."

Rinse and repeat.

"FUCK YOU."

Altogether now.

"STUPID CUNTS."

The decibel level of the crowd's dissent skyrocketed, as Vincent chuckled, continuing to sneer at each and every fan in the stands. He found it fun to insult and degrade them. Simply because, he had every right to. And, because, he could.

It was simple as that.

Now, he leaned against the ropes and looked up at the ACWTron, the big video wall of which nobody knows the real name. Stroking his goatee with his right hand, the Scorpion continued to twirl the microphone, making the crowd even more restless and frustrated. They just wanted the Bastard to carry on with his speech, and leave. His mere presence made them sick to their intestines.

And made their bowels itch like never before.

"While my legal representation, Mr Gordon Dalmier and Mr Kenneth Irons, do business with various members of the law enforcement team that are plotting to throw me into an Indonesian jail and throw the key away... I, the God Of Fight, have my own business to tend to tonight.

Quick show of hands. How many of you twats have seen me get my arse handed to me in this... ring?"

A long pause and absolute silence ensued from the crowd, followed by the raising of no hands.

At all.

"Right. Thought so. See, ever since I was pinned by that steroid-taking prat, Khrissy Keller, I've gotten tons of mail from you adoring lot. All of which highlighted the fact that I had finally crashed to my first defeat in competition here in this promotion, and that I could no longer claim to be undefeated.

But, let's take a quick look at the sodding facts.

Quinton May, that cunt, interfered in the match. That was the defining factor, faggots and slags. Add to that the little matter of Osyrus not being able to keep business outside this retarded ring OUTSIDE the ring, and the asinine logic of SilverHAWK... and you have the answer.

I WAS SCREWED.

How is it that other matches in this KOA Tournament were all one-on-one contests, except for this one? I smell something fishy. I have a feeling that despite the squabbling we all are subject to between HAWK & Keller, that the two are actually batty boys and have wonderful bumsex every night.

BUM SHAGGERS! YOU PEOPLE HAVE BUM SHAGGERS TO JEER, AND YOU SINGLE ME OUT! BLASPHEMY! BLASSSSSSPHEMY!!!!"

The crowd were relatively confused at the direction at which Vincent was rolling towards, and half of them simply resumed their jeering, while the others sat in their seats; stunned.

What the sodding hell was the British Degenerate driving at?

"Now that I've wasted your precious time..." he started - and naturally, those who were left scratching their heads had picked up on the Scorpion's sardonic tone and joined in on the booing, "... I shall move on to other business. Because frankly, I'm still THE best performer in this sodding company.

Alias? Jason Kain? Vince Jacobs?

Do you WANT me to actually point out their deficiencies?

Well, if you twats insist, I shall not resist.

Alias. What the sodding hell? Seriously. Use your real name, you dumb pillock. Unless you've got an arse like Jennifer Garner's and look good bending down, you do not have the RIGHT to give yourself the moniker ALIAS. Plus, you have some shockingly horrendous tattoos, you poor sod. But, oh well, the bugger with the face of a pedophile always ends up becoming the face of the federation.

I won't be surprised if he wins the World Title. His opponent is an absolute loser, anyhow.

Jason Kain.

That's original. Really, I mean it.

Okay, maybe not.

Jason. Adolf Hitler's testicle-less kid called. He wants to inform you that the bloody hairstyle you're sporting now was last seen in the trenches of France, when the Germans were brutally murdering those snail-eating arseholes. Seriously, your hair would look better if you were in a sodding circus.

Next up.

ESSSS VEEEEE JAAAAAAYYYY.

This old cunt's earning so much fuggin money for being an absolute whore. Everywhere I turn, I hear that some new upstart promotion has signed him. What, you like to spread your legs THAT much? But hey, I have to congratulate you, I heard that you managed to get yourself signed to a lucrative contract to one of the biggest federation in the land.

Keep an eye out for Vic Creed, however; me sources tell me he has a thing for men with long hair."

By now, the crowd were absolutely furious, with the bullshit that was being emitted from the mouth of Vincent Pembridge. The latter laughed and resumed his methodical pacing, still not quite ready to reveal his exact intentions for being out in the ring. It didn't really matter, though. He was having fun running his mouth, and insulting anybody at his own free will. The fact that he got a response was music to his eyes.

Several chants broke out in the chants, but the sheer hate that been amassed for the man resulted in confusion. What did they label him as? Murderer? Asshole? Arrogant Bastard? Jackass? So many choices, so many different opinions. Eventually, the attempts at banding together for one massive chant was thrown out of the window, and the Scorpion Champion cleared his throat, ready to speak again.

"Okay, I bloody well better carry on.

The KOA extravaganza is next week. Right? Brilliant. Now, it seems that I've destroyed nearly everyone on the roster, in an attempt to show just how great of a fighter I am. But, I'm sure that there's one person you twats would like me to see take on. He's the man that left the arena last week an absolutely dejected shell of his former self.

I would be too, if I'd lost a dear friend via an hit-and-run, before finding out that one of my Army's members was actually operating as a double-agent for an enemy camp. What can I say, eh? I plan ahead. And, I have tons of money. That's what you get when you're the bleeding God Of Fight.

So, Quinton May, are you up for a little rumble in the Bronx?"

The sheer mention of Quincy's name brought rapturous cheers from the crowd, who had about enough of Vincent's sardonic rambling. The war between Quinton and Vincent had been well documented, and had spanned many months. Tons of people wanted to see the two men finally get it on, in a battle that would ultimately decide who was the better of the two.

And, as the arena darkened, the fans had a feeling that they would get their wish.

"Date Rape" by Sublime.

The roof of the arena exploded. One of the loudest recorded cheers in the federation's history was recorded.

YOUR Television Champion, ladies and gentlemen.

QUINTON MAY.

He stormed out from the back with a microphone in his hand, only wearing black jeans and black shoes; and of course, with his Television Title around his waist. In the ring, Pembridge threw his Scorpion Title onto the canvas once again and grinned at his enemy, who'd stopped midway down the ramp.

The crowd, on the other hand, didn't stop.

"QUINCY MAMA!"
"QUINCY MAMA!"
"QUINCY MAMA!"
"QUINCY MAMA!"
"QUINCY MAMA!"
"QUINCY MAMA!"
"QUINCY MAMA!"
"QUINCY MAMA!"

It was absolute pandemonium.

"So, it appears as if you've had enough of the games, and you want to end this, once and for all?"

Vincent nodded, and the Canadian smiled, inciting more riotous cheers.

"Well, guess what?

The feeling's absolutely mutual."

In Japan, fans watching at home clapped, and continued to stuff sushi down their throats. In India, a new Bollywood movie based on Quinton May and his Army had begun undergoing development. In Australia, koala bears and kangaroos stopped wildly attacking an innocent bystander and danced around happily.

.... In other words, everybody was delirious with joy.

"This little war has gone on far too long, Vincent. You and me, we have our history. Hell, we even tangled in thReat a while back, when you and your Vagabonds were steamrolling towards a victory at Malevolence. I was the first challenger to your newly-won thReat Fighting Title, and I almost took you out.

Almost.

But, hell, I enjoyed the little sparring we had at the Malevolence PPV better than the fight on Flaw 18. Maybe it was because I was on the winning side, and I got to watch as you got betrayed by Ty Hughes. Your own team player, and the man that I was dueling with for most of the show. Oh, and one more thing.

Wasn't he the one that sneaked YOUR SISTER into the arena, who eventually kicked the crap out of you?"

If cheers had a Ritcher Scale to go by, the chorus of which had just broken out would measure in at a 9.9! Vincent's smile evaporated off his face, and he squinted at Quinton, who now had a sneer on his face. He tapped his Television Title and soaked in the massive crowd jubilation.

The Dictator of QA was fighting dirty, and he was loving it.

"She's fine, I suppose. You won't be, after the King Of Ages. And hey, I guess we're both in the same bloody boat, eh? You should know first-hand about the betrayal of a team player too, seeing how you just experienced it."

Cheers cut short, the return of the jeers.

Quinton scowled at Pembridge in the ring, and his mind raced furiously, with the promise of the final battle on the horizons. Both men had to agree, mutually, to the terms of the fight. And suddenly, Quincy had a brilliant idea. He was going to suggest the recycling of a concept that had catapulted him to fame.

"That's true, true. But we're here to talk about you and me, Vincent. If we're gonna have a showdown, it should be something special. Something that both of us will enjoy. Something the both of us will relish. It's only fitting, after the number of months both of us have invested into this war.

So, what I propose... is...

A TRIPLE-HEADER TITLE-FOR-TITLE BATTLE.

Your Scorpion Title, my Television Title. Both will be on the line. The first fall will be fought under Finisher Rules; to win, one must successfully execute the finisher of the opponent. So, if I win, I've got to do it by side kicking a chair into your face and if you win... you gotta do it by pulling off my trademark piledriver.

The second fall will be fought under Submissions Only. Simple enough, I think your puny brain can comprehend this. Whether or not this suits you, I don't care. You talk about being the God Of Fight... but I doubt you can actually *wrestle* like me. I can do both, can you? I guess we'll find out.

And, should the need for it arise, the third fall. It shall be contested under a standing 20-count rule. Your stupid Scorpion Fight Rules operates with a standing 15-count; we'll go one step further. Standing 20-count. Which would technically mean an absolute knockout, Vincent.

Are you game?"

The crowd was rather silenced, as Quinton's eyes sparkled with anticipation and delight. Vincent Pembridge stared at him blankly, his face devoid of emotion. It seemed as if the rules of the match favoured his enemy more than it did him, but deep down, the Scorpion of Manchester knew that it didn't matter.

He was the most confident motherfucker on the planet.

So, his answer.

"Yeah."

And the crowd rejoiced.

But.

Quinton May wasn't quite done.

"Perfect. Now, I've got a question for you.

We've crossed paths in the past before. I was one of the men you trounced on that fateful night in March 2000. I was a little scamper hired by Cornelius Grayson for whatever reason, to purposely lose to you. But, I'm pretty damn sure that there was another encounter between us. My memory may be hazy, and you may have a memory problem as well... but I know that you KNOW.

So, spill."

Vincent crouched down to pick up his Scorpion Title and gazed at it, almost affectionately. The crowd weren't quite sure what Quincy Mama was talking about now, but it appeared as if Vincent knew, and he had the answer Quincy desperately sought.

"For me to know, for you to bloody find out."

And with that, "Time" by Taproot began to play over the speakers again, as Vincent Pembridge hoisted the Scorpion Title high in the air. Quinton May bit his lower lip and glared at his enemy, furious that he hadn't gotten his answer. The TV Champ backed up the ramp, keeping his eyes on the Plague From Manchester, who returned the hateful stare.

The lines had been drawn.

The battle had been agreed to.

The conflict was at fever pitch.

The end will justify the means.

006.392 Vs. Damnson

  

If you people think this is going to be the best damn technical-based match of all time...

Think again.

"Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin blared over the speakers, and the boos were instantaneous for Damnson, the newest member of The British Army. Wearing a baggy blue t-shirt with equally baggy black jeans and black sneakers, the spike-haired flea-ridden enigma slithered down to the ramp, with those weird eyes of his darting around... noticing how different the crowd reaction to him was.

One week ago, people were giving him their most heartfelt cheers. Of course, that was when he was a part of Quinton's Army, and on the brink of a showdown with the enemy, Vincent Pembridge. Quinton May inadvertently cost Damnson the chance of victory due to the fact that Vinnie P was brandishing a knife.

But it all didn't matter, as the ultimate screw job unfolded shortly after.

As Damnson slid into the ring, he began to nod his head as if he was headbanging to the jeers generated for him, and stuck his tongue out at the referee in the ring, showing just how... not-adultlike he was. Nobody knew the real deal behind Damnson, but he looked freaky enough to be involved in the biz.

Then.

"Forest" by System Of A Down.

Out came 006.392, to a rather amazing crowd reception, and the YOUTH OF THE NATION -- donning a dark red sleeveless tanktop, blue knee-length denim shorts, and black shoes -- raced to the ring, not bothering to acknowledge into the crowd. Sliding into the ring, 006 took Damnson by surprise, putting everything behind a spear! The crowd exploded, drowning out the music blaring over the speakers!

006 started punching away furiously at Damnson, who was definitely not expecting his opponent to be that riled up. Considering that 006.392 was the one that brought him into the Army and bonded with him the most, the YOTN was feeling responsible for the Trojan Horse exercise, orchestrated by one Vincent Pembridge. The referee, in a bid to restore order, pulled 006 off Damnson... but almost got levelled for his troubles.

This allowed Damnson to get back to his feet with help from the hopes, but 006.392 was back on the offense almost immediately, as he pushed the referee aside and drove his right foot into the back of Damnson's head, sending the latter tumbling through the ropes and down onto the ground. The crowd cheered, and watched as 006 heaved heavily, the adrenaline pumping through his veins at an amazing rate.

It was this adrenaline that compelled the YOUTH OF THE NATION to leap, in a single bound, onto the top of the turnbuckle, and fly down onto the prone body of Damnson, in a spectacular Swanton Bomb!

"HOLY CRAP!"
"HOLY CRAP!"
"HOLY CRAP!"
"HOLY CRAP!"

The crowd were on their feet, applauding the high-risk move, and they were definitely behind 006.392 as he picked himself up and kicked away at Damnson, who was as lifeless as a blow-up doll. 006.392 wasn't too intent on beating on someone who wasn't gonna fight back, so he pulled Damnson up and started to choke him, with the referee continuing to urge the two men to get back into the ring. Damnson started to fire back with several close-range jabs to his opponent's gut, but a stiff knee-smash into HIS abdominals ended that fight back.

"Get back into the ring now!" the referee screamed.

006.392 replied, "Screw you!"

Before, of course, smashing Damnson's face into the steel-steps! The latter was finally jolted back to life though, as he retaliated with a cracking cross-hook, before he grabbed a handful of 006.392's hair and sent it crashing into the steel-steps. But, as he tried to do it the second time...

The YOTN gouged him in the eyes.

And, followed up with a unique offensive maneuver completely out of nowhere!

"HOLY CRAP!"
"HOLY CRAP!"
"HOLY CRAP!"
"HOLY CRAP!"

Front-face Russian legsweep, allowing Damnson to get better acquainted with the steel!

With the newly-inducted TBA member on the ground, out cold and bleeding above the bridge of his nose, 006.392 took the opportunity to catch his breath... before the referee's incessant whining finally got to him. He picked up The Flea-Ridden One and rolled him into the ring, aiming to get back inside as well to finish the job. However, something stopped the tenacious young member of Quinton's Member from doing just that.

Gimme a K, gimme an E, gimme another E, gimme a G, gimme an A, gimme an N.

What do ya get?

KEEGAN, alongside LIAM, and with a lead pipe.

*SMASH*

Which he duly used to bash in 006.392's face, before he tossed the weapon aside and hobbled away on his crutches... while Liam forcefully shoved inside the ring.

The referee somehow didn't see that, and watched as a groggy & stoned 006.392 struggled to his feet, while Damnson did the same... smiling, because he had seen what had happened. Liam, meanwhile, had gotten rid of the weapon and sniggered at the fans in the front row that were cursing at the retreating Keegan. The Irishman had his focus solely in the ring, where Damnson lifted 006.392 onto his shoulders, and...

Death valley driver!

The cover;

ONE...

TWO...

....

THREE?

'Twas all she wrote. Damnson had picked up the victory after having been completely whitewashed throughout the match! The crowd began to toss garbage into the ring, which was now invaded by Liam & Drake Nefarian, as they advanced on the motionless 006.392. Damnson simply stood in the corner, reveling in his first victory ever in the ACW.

But, his joy was shortlived.

"Date Rape" by Sublime.

....

THE DICTATOR TO THE RESCUE!~!

The crowd began celebrating wildly, as Quinton May came sprinting down to the ring with a steel-chair in hand, and he quickly slid into the ring, his eyes burning with fury. Damnson was the first to meet him head on, but...

*CRACK*

That didn't end well.

Drake & Liam, having gotten their shots in, quickly retreated the ring and escaped through the crowd before Quincy could get his hands on them. The TV Champ ignored the deafening roars of approval and threw the chair down, as he turned and looked down at his protégé. Before he could even crouch down and tend to him, however...

The lights went out.

Confusion. Chaos.

What was going on?

Within seconds, the lights were back on.

Quinton heard the unanimous gasp from the crowd and turned around, his fists ready to fly.

V I N C E N T P E M B R I D G E.

Kick to the gut...

And...

"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"

The Scorpion of Manchester had drilled Quinton May with the latter's own finishing move, the Hideaway, onto the steel-chair! The Dictator of QA lay there on the canvas, blood covering his face... as his protégé still remained lifeless. A heavy cloud of hate hung over the ring, as the Plague From Manchester stood there... arms in the air, smirk on his face, various pieces of garbage whizzing past his head.

Victorious, in the final battle that was the prelude to the final battle.

The end will justify the means.

Winner: Damnson

I Do It Because I Can – II

“Ya really gotta wonder what Keller thinks he’s getting himself into.” Alias stood behind SilverHAWK, a slight smile evident in his lips. HAWK downed the little that was left of his coffee and turned to look at the one and only Original Pulp Hero, as he leaned against his truck...

“You know… I really don’t know. I’m thinking he doesn’t know either though.” SilverHAWK replied with a grin of his own. He stuck out his hand and it was met with a quick shake from Alias. “How are you doing Chris?”

“You think that’d be an easy answer, wouldn’t you? No such luck Aaron.”

SilverHAWK tilted his head to the side, a slight quizzical look on his face… how often did he here his name on the job? “Care to give it?”

“It’s just everything that’s personal and politics… and all the shit that’s bringing it together. Heh, but hell thanks to yet another ownership swap… I guess you’re just a messenger again, and seeing as I don’t have the care today to track down Dunn and bitch him out, like we both should…” That last part even made SilverHAWK let out a little laugh.

“… I just want to know where I can find Carter.”

After what happened to end the last show, did HAWK honestly want Alias to speak with the new majority owner?

Well…

To Hell With All of This



Vince Jacobs sat in his dressing room with a bottled water in his hand. He was thinking about what he has been through with Osyrus and Isis. He knew that tonight he had a chance to get his hands on Osyrus for all the grief and headache he has caused Vince over the past several weeks.

Vince didn’t want to think about King of Ages but he couldn’t help it now that Joe Bishop has added the stipulation of the contracts being put in play. It could be a strong possibility that at King of Ages Vince’s shot at the World Title could go up in smoke if he was to lose the match against Osyrus. 

Vince’s career in the ACW could be over before it even started. That would have worried any normal man but Vince. He didn’t care if he lost the match against Osyrus because every time he had a shot at the vacant World Title it was taken from him by some jealous punk. 

It would all end at King of Ages one way or another. Either Vince would get rid of Osyrus from the ACW or Vince himself would be sent packing. But where would he go if his contract in ACW ended. 

Maybe fWo..

It’s a possibility Vince thought to himself. One thing was for sure though, tonight Osyrus would get to touch a real star.

The Waiting Game III

"Mr. HAWK, we've not heard from Mr. Carter yet, so you'll just have to stay put."

"STAY PUT! I've been sitting here waiting for about an hour...get him out here now!"

"Hawk..."

SilverHAWK turned to see Charlie Dunn...the now once again former owner of ACW.

"Dunn, what's going on here, where is Carter?"

Dunn shook his head.

"He's not happy HAWK, he feel's that you've public-ally humiliated him and he'll be thought in that light for years to come. He's taking about a complete ban HAWK, a complete ban of you from ACW."

"Well what the hell can I do Dunn? These chumps won't let me in the arena, and Carter won't answer any of my calls, what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Carter wants you out in the ring after the tag match...so guys, let him in after that, and we'll see what he has to say for himself."

Dunn half smiled at his longtime friend and then turned back into the arena, before HAWK caught his arm and pulled him back.

"Dunn...can't you see what's going on here?"

Dunn sighed...and as he moved on, he left a saddened HAWK behind him, whom was looking at an ACW abyss all together. 

King Of Ages Tournament - Semi Final
Khristain Keller Vs. Janitor Morris

  

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 Morris, an unexpected success in this tournament made his way to the ring with sheer concentration on his face as he thought about the job at hand, and the possibility of trying to get past one of the toughest individuals on the pro circuit today...

"Dirty Window"

Cue Heat.

KELLER!

As the bell sounds, Keller, stands toe-to-toe with the FREAKING one, Janitor Morris.

Almost at the same time, the two go straight towards each other and meet in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. For one moment between them, hold each in a standstill. Using his strength and his desire, Morris bends his legs slightly and springs up, causing Keller to land in the corner. Morris charges in with a clothesline, but the crafty veteran moves out of the way and corners his opponent with hard boots to the mid-section as the fans boo on.

Keller brings the edge of his hand down, smacking the chest of Morris with a knife-edge chop. He follows it up with two more, “WHOOO…”s sprinkled through the crowd, even though they didn't like Keller, this was still a tradition to uphold. That was before sending Morris into the other corner. Morris hits the corner hard and feels more punishment on him as he stumbles back out into a vicious capture suplex from Keller. 

Keller lays a few boots into Morris before taking a step back from his opponent. Morris manages to get to his feet, but Keller nails him with a headbutt to the nose, a knee to the mid-section, and then an elbow to the top of the head. 

Seeing that Morris is down and battered, Keller quickly made the cover. 

One. 

Two. 

A kick-out by Morris ruins any plans of an early win for Keller...but he was happy to continue the punishment, as for him, this would be a good workout for that final he was looking at next week.

Keller decides to take a different route now, planning to go back to the basics with a wristlock. Morris pats his shoulder a couple of times, before rolling through and reversing the move into an arm-drag-and-twist. Keller now holds onto his shoulder in pain, trying to find some way to reverse the reversal, but the Morris interrupts his thoughts of any reversal when he yanks back hard on the arm, almost popping it out of its socket. 

Morris then pulls Keller forward and strikes him hard in the shoulder blade with a forearm. Morris continues his viscous shots by driving the point of his elbow into the shoulder of Keller, before taking Keller wrist in both hands. Morris executes a quick dropkick to Keller’s knees before whipping Keller to the ground with a snap suplex.

While Keller is down Morris takes Keller’s left leg and snaps it back in a single leg Boston crab. Profanity comes out of the mouth of Keller, but no words requesting submission. Keller kicks back with his free feet, and manages to hit Morris in the back of knee, allowing Keller to slip out of the hold. Keller manages to get up to his feet via the ropes. 

Morris throws a hard right hand towards Keller. Keller blocks it and hits Morris hard with a head butt that sends him into the ropes. Upon return, Keller whips his opponent forcefully towards the opposite ropes. After bouncing back into Keller, Morris is picked up and spun 360 degrees as Keller hits a tilt-a-whirl Piledriver out of nowhere from the man of many moons.

Once Keller drives Morris into the mat he clutches his stomach, not only had his body taken a beating in the match, but he had been feeling a slight stomach injury prior to the show tonight, something that not many people knew about. 

Keller is first to his feet however and as he brings Morris to his feet once again he hooks him up in a headlock, kicks off the ropes and hits a tornado bulldog. Morris still somehow manages to get up, but Keller boots him in the mid-section and after lifting him up as good as he could, he drops him to the mat with a brutal high angle powerbomb. Keller holds for the pin...

One.

Two.

Morris kicks out. Keller waits on Morris to get up once again, and then runs towards him to flatten him with a clothesline. Morris manages to duck out of the way… and slips behind Keller, grabbing him by the waste and throwing his up and over with a German suplex. Morris rolls with it for the pin.

One.

Two.

Keller kicks out. Morris now waits on Keller to get up, and then charges in with a clothesline. Keller is caught off guard and is flipped up and over the top rope. Keller, however, lands on the apron, and as Morris turns around, he’s met with a shoulder-block through the top and middle ropes. 

Keller grasps Morris’s waist over the top rope and gives all he can into a huge belly to belly suplex, this takes Morris up and into the air and through the Spanish announcers table at ring side. As a “Holy Shit!” chant starts thru the arena, Keller chuckles as he watches Morris squirm in between all the wood, while still lying on his back at ringside from the insane move. Keller cocks his head sideways looking at the battered body of Morris lying in the rubble of the announcers table.

“The shitty thing is...it's you who has to clean that up."

Keller then picked him up staggered about and saw a ringside fan with a beer bottle. Keller quickly demands the drink from the fan, the fan holds his hand out and begins drinking, as Keller tells him to hurry up. Time is indeed running out, as Morris rolls slowly from the shattered table and gets himself up on one knee. 

The fan begrudgingly hands the remaining quarter of beer left to Keller. Keller shoots the last remnants of brewsky back and then quickly rolls Morris into the ring. Morris gets to one knee, as Keller grabs him by the hair. 

Morris fights back with right hands to avoid any more offense. Keller takes each shot and returns a shot of his own, as Morris quickly takes to the ropes. Keller manages to pick him up… and send him hard to the mat with an Oklahoma slam, a painful looking signature move made famous by Bob Holly, Keller hooks the leg and waits for the obvious...

One.

Two.

…

Morris kicked out.

Frustrated and wanting to end this match A.S.A.P., Keller brings Morris up and shoots him off to the ropes. Keller goes for a back-body drop but telegraphs it, Morris simply rams his head to the ground with a dangerous DDT. 

Keller manages to get up from the move, but he gets a boot in the mid-section by Morris, and then a Gutwrench powerbomb. Keller’s lights go out, and Morris makes the cover.

One.

Two.

Those lights weren’t out for long, however. Keller kicks out with authority. Keller pounces to his feet and meets Morris with punch after punch to the side of the head, each shot taking that little bit more out of both opponents, both of whom could see the finishing line at this point.

Keller forces him into the turnbuckle pummeling Morris into submission with a hard cross punch from the left followed by a roundhouse punch from the right and an elbow uppercut. The last barrage of punches causes Morris to now hangs from the top rope. Keller singles to the crowd for the finish and whipping Morris from the corner.

The Tranquilizer was on the cards as Morris came rebounding back from the turnbuckle, but as Keller goes for the opening kick, Morris catches him, and quickly looks to hit Keller with a clothesline...

...but Keller ducks.

KICK.

LIFT.

CRUMBLE.

Sigh's went around the ring as Keller wrapped the leg up and got the victory, and as Metallica began to roar around the arena, the fans looked on at the final piece of the King of Ages puzzle, as Khristain Keller Vs. Vince Jacobs was now booked for the final of the first year of the tournament....

Winner: Khristain Keller

What The...

He entered the ring with a dash from the back and a jump of the barricade.

Keller wasn't even looking.

The fans were going wild.

False pretense's my friend.

Steel chair...

Plus forehead...

Equals huge fucking pop.

Elijah Arson had just got his revenge, but what would come of it?

Bitch Slap

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS MESS!” Joe Bishop stared at a puddle in the men’s bathroom. El Emenopi appeared next to him, looking too. The puddle was a pale yellow, and El knew exactly what the mess was.

“You clean this crap up, Elian… you keep this shoddy workmanship up, and you’ll NEVER get inside that ring.” As Joe walked away he smiled… and El saw it.

The puddle was too big to be a mistake… and the smile on Joe Bishop’s face said it all.

“Eww, mang… you want to mess with me, mang… you don’t have to peess on the floor! Just tell me… these ees boolshit.” El pulled the mop out and started at the puddle of piss, shaking his head the whole time. “One day, mang… one day, I’ll show you. I’ll become a household name. And you’ll regret trying to keep me down. I’ll show you.”

Forme Carlos walked into the bathroom just seconds later. He looked down at the puddle, then walked over to the urinal. El frowned, then continued mopping.

“Just don’t peess on the floor… Joe Bishop seems to have a bladder problem, mang.”

Forme finished his business then walked back over to the puddle, and shook his head then walked out of the bathroom, as Janitor Morris walked in.

“Heh… that used to be my job.” Morris mocked.

“Fock you, mang…” El sneered, then continued mopping.

“Hey… one day, my brother… one day.” Morris turned around and walked out.

El stared at the puddle… was this where his entire career was headed?

“Maybe I should go back to McDonald’s… at least there I was a manager.” El frowned then continued mopping as a flush was heard and SilverHAWK stepped out of the farthest stall. He looked at El, and smirked.

“Good job, kid.” He smiled then walked out of the bathroom, and El didn’t know what to say.

I Do It Because I Can – III


If there’s one thing, among others of course, that you have to learn in order to survive ANY job in a professional wrestling company. Beware of things that go bump in the dark. Give Brian Carter a break though, he had to get from point A to point B… and well, he’s new.

Several white strips lay across his nose, it was still quite bruised and very broken… HAWK had gotten in quite a good shot last week. Carter rubbed his nose gingerly as he continued to walk down the dim hall deep in the bowels of the arena.

“With the amount I put into this show… you’d they’d spring to turn on all the lights.”

“Tisk, tisk…”

Carter stopped and spun around towards the sudden and unexpected voice. Who in the hell… finally he saw a slightly silhouetted figure step out in front of him, the only movement coming from swaying up and down of the smoldering orange ember of a cigarette.

“It seemed like you had a little bit of bad luck last week there… Carter. Stray fans becoming stray punches.” Alias toked another draw from his Camel, as Carter still stood there… six feet in front of him… frozen.

“I’m not going to draw this along though. Try anything stupid with my fed… and I’ll break you down, just like I did with Winters. So far though… you don’t seem like the Winters-type. Which I believe can be a very healthy decision in the long run Carter. Be thankful… I’m one of the good guys…

Which means I’m technically on your side… but if you do anything stupid at all, however…

I’ll be seeing you around.”

Alias dropped the butt of his cigarette on the damp cement floor of the arena and ground it into the floor with the heel of his black boot. He flipped on the light switch that lay on the wall right beside him and, nodding to Carter, Alias turned to the left and walked up a flight of stairs to the main level.

All ACW’s new owner could do… was stand there and utter one word, that didn’t exactly sound worried or scared… but somewhere in-between.

“Okay.”

Brian Carter… welcome to All-Star Championship Wrestling… as an owner.

Osyrus/Dante Inferno vs. SVJ/Alexi Volstein

  

This was the match that a lot of people were waiting for especially Osyrus and Vince Jacobs. A tag match that Joe Bishop signed earlier in the night but did not tell Osyrus or SVJ who their partners were. As long as Vince and Osyrus could get their hands on each other than it didn’t matter whom their partners were.

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 walking a few steps behind Osyrus. It was her new roll given to her by Osyrus. She pointed in front of her while Osyrus bounced rhythmically in the entranceway. Black hoodie still covering his head as he jogged to the base of the ring; Osyrus hopped onto the apron, entering the ring quickly. The crowd showered Osyrus with boos as the former two time ACW World Heavyweight Champion looked into the sea of fans and smiled. He stood in the corner awaiting his tag team partner for the night.

The guitar riff of KoRn's new single "Did My Time" ripped into the arena as the fans blew the roof off with their screams.

I N F E R N O

Osyrus couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked at the entrance way and just smirked.

A mass amount of pyro and lights bombarded the arena as the United States Champion walked down to the ring with his usual stone like figure, as the fans popped him but Inferno like old tried to stay away from them as much as possible, instead he had his eyes transfixed on the ring.

Inferno jumped into the ring apron with awe from the crowd, ala Brock Lesnar before he climbed through the ropes and entered the ring. Dante walked to the referee and unstrapped his United States Championship belt and handed it to the referee. Inferno walked to his corner as the two monsters, Inferno and Osyrus stared at each other. This was a very volatile team, as Osyrus didn’t look too happy with his partner.

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 gold wrestling tights, a pair of sunglasses and a black t-shirt that says ‘I got your personification of talent down here” 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 some say is the man to become the next ACW World Heavyweight Champion. Vince stopped at the end of the ramp and posed for the crowd who in turned continued to boo ‘The Ratings Grabber’. He finally walked up the steps and stood on the apron waiting for his partner. 

'The End of All Things to Come' by Mudvayne hits the PA system as Alexi Volstein came out on stage with his entourage, Cael, Randall, and Christoph. Alexi Volstein walked to the ring as SVJ looked at his partner with a sly smirk on his face. Alexi rolled into the ring and stood next to SVJ who took off his shirt and was ready for action.

The bell sounded, as Dante Inferno wanted to start for his team. SVJ was going to start for his team as the two men who wrestled last week in the semi final of the King of Ages tournament match were in each other’s face one again. Vince spat at Inferno who tried to grab Vince but SVJ ran in between the ropes telling the referee to get Inferno back. 

The referee pushes Inferno back to the middle of the ring as SVJ steps from between the ropes and is ready for the match. Inferno and SVJ hook up in the middle of the ring but Inferno’s power is shown as he throws Vince to the mat. SVJ and Alexi are a lot smaller compared to the three hundred plus Inferno and the two hundred and ninety pound Osyrus. Vince held onto the ropes as he looked at Inferno. Alexi started to yell at SVJ to get back in there.

Vince looked to hook up with Inferno again but Vince ducked under the grasp of Inferno and as Dante turned around he was dropkicked in the knee by Jacobs. Vince bounced on Inferno and started to nail him with some rights and lefts. Vince picked up Inferno and whipped him into the ropes again. Inferno bounced back from the ropes and was nailed again by a picture perfect dropkick. Vince quickly went for the cover on Inferno.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT BY INFERNO!!

Vince quickly went and tagged in Alexi. Volstein came into the ring to continue the damage on Inferno. Alexi picked up Inferno but Inferno was ready as he nailed Alexi with a huge right hand that sent him to the mat. Inferno tagged in Osyrus who came in and nailed Alexi with a huge clothesline. Osyrus picked up Alexi and hooked him and drove him down with a big suplex. But Osyrus never let go as he rolled his hips and picked up Alexi again and drove down to the mat with another suplex. Osyrus wasn’t done as he swung his hips again and nailed Alexi with the third rolling vertical suplex.

Osyrus picked up Alexi and whipped him into the corner. Osyrus rushed into the corner with shoulder block but Alexi moved out of the corner as Osyrus nailed the steel ringpost. Alexi crawled to his corner and tagged in SVJ. Vince came into the ring quickly and nailed Osyrus with a few elbow shots to the back of his head. This is what everyone wanted to see; Vince Jacobs and Osyrus finally in the same ring together.

Vince picked up Osyrus and grabbed his right arm and drove it down to the mat in an arm breaker. Osyrus grabbed his shoulder as Vince tried to break the shoulder of the man who has been a nuisance to him. Vince smirked as he picked up Osyrus blowing a kiss at Isis. Vince whipped Osyrus into the ropes. Osyrus bounced back from the ropes as Vince was waiting to back body drop Osyrus but Osyrus stopped in his tracks and hooked Vince. 

TORNADO BOMB

Both men are down from that move but Osyrus nailed Vince with that powerful move. Osyrus moved over to Vince and draped his arm over Vince’s chest for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THR--- NO!! ALEXI WITH THE SAVE

Osyrus pulled Vince to his corner and tagged in the monster Inferno. Inferno picked up the superstar and drove him down to the mat with a big body slam. Inferno picked up Vince and threw him into his corner and started to nail him with rights and lefts that sent SVJ slumping to the mat. Inferno picked up Vince and set him on the top rope. Inferno hooked Vince and drove him down with a hip toss from the top ropes. Inferno went for the cover on SVJ.

ONE…

TWO…

TH --- NO!! KICKOUT BY VINCE

The crowd got behind Dante more…

INFERNO!!
INFERNO!!
INFERNO!!
INFERNO!!

Inferno whipped SVJ into the ropes as Alexi got a blind tag on Vince. Vince came off the ropes and was nailed by a big boot to the face. Inferno went for the cover but was nailed in the back of the head with a kick from Alexi. Alexi picked up Inferno and drove him down with a quick DDT. Alexi dropped down for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT BY INFERNO

Osyrus was trying to egg his partner on as Vince finally started to stand up in his corner. Alexi picked up Inferno and whipped him into the ropes. Inferno bounced back and was nailed with an atomic drop from Alexi. Inferno staggered from the pain as Alexi caught the big man with a clothesline. Alexi went for the quick cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT BY INFERNO

Alexi slammed his hand on the mat in frustration. Alexi picked up Inferno and kicked Inferno in the stomach. Alexi ran to the ropes but was met by a huge clothesline from Inferno. Both men were down on the mat as the crowd tried to chant for the only favorite in this match, Dante Inferno.

INFERNO!!
INFERNO!!
INFERNO!!
INFERNO!!

Inferno crawled over to his corner as Alexi got to his feet and started to crawl to his corner. Both Vince and Osyrus were chomping at the bit to get in the ring. Inferno got the tag into Osyrus as Alexi got the tag into Vince. Both men ran into the ring as the crowd exploded to see these two men go at it tooth and nail. 

RIGHT

LEFT

RIGHT

LEFT

Osyrus the bigger man started to get the upper hand as he continued the onslaught on Vince pushing him back to the ropes. Osyrus whipped Vince into the ropes but he held on and nailed Vince with a short arm clothesline. Osyrus quickly picked up Vince.

“Fuck you Vince.”

RECKLESS ABANDON

Osyrus dropped down for the cover on Vince.

ONE…

TWO…

THR--- NO!! KICKOUT BY VINCE

Osyrus wasn’t through with Vince just yet. Osyrus picked up Vince and hooked him from behind. Osyrus went to go for a release German suplex but Vince landed on his feet. Osyrus turned around and Vince nailed Osyrus with a dropkick to the knee that sent the big man down to a knee. Vince raced off the ropes..

STAR GAZER

Vince dropped down for the cover on Osyrus.

ONE…

TWO…

THR-- NO!! INFERNO WITH THE SAVE

Alexi ran in and he and Inferno was battling in the corner as the ref has lost control of the match now. Vince was in a corner waiting for Osyrus to get to his feet. Inferno flipped Alexi over the top rope as he hit the floor in front of his entourage. Osyrus turned around while getting to his feet.

SUPERSTAR KICK

Vince was turned from the impact of the kick and got nailed with a kick from Osyrus.

FLOWING DDT

Three men were down on the mat as the fans erupted from the action. Alexi rolled back into the ring as Osyrus was getting to his feet and nailed him with a standing sidekick that sent Inferno sprawling to the floor. Alexi saw Osyrus still down as he went for the cover on him.

ONE…

TWO…

SVJ PULLED ALEXI OFF OF OSYRUS

“I am going to be the one to beat Osyrus tonight. NOT YOU!!

Alexi and SVJ started to argue in the middle of the ring as Osyrus started to come to. Inferno grabbed Alexi’s legs and dragged him out of the ring to the floor. Vince smiled as he turned around and walked into Osyrus.

OBLIVION

Osyrus hooked Vince’s leg for the pinfall.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

IT’S OVER!! INFERNO AND OSYRUS WINS THIS TAG TEAM MATCH

Alexi doesn’t look too happy with the loss as he rolls into the ring and helps up Jacobs. Alexi starts to yell at Vince as he is trying to shake the cobwebs from his head after the loss. Alexi pushes Vince who stood up now and was in Alexi face. Vince pushes Alexi back as both were nose to nose in the middle of the ring. 

The fans erupted, as they wanted blood.

S-V-J SUCKS!!
S-V-J SUCKS!!
S-V-J SUCKS!!
S-V-J SUCKS!!
S-V-J SUCKS!!

Cael, Christoph, and Randall raced into the ring and stood by Alexi who looked at Vince. SVJ who wasn’t intimidated by the four men stood his ground but kept his eye on Alexi’s entourage. Vince slyly smirked at Alexi who in turned smiled back at Vince. Both men shook hands as the fans booed loudly. Alexi knew Vince could be a good ally to have in the future. He also knew that he had unfinished business with Dante Inferno.

SVJ was one upped tonight in the battle with Osyrus but he knew the big match was at King of Ages and that’s where it will all be on the line.

VINCE JACOBS CAREER IN THE ACW

OSYRUS’ CAREER IN THE ACW

ONE PERSON WILL HAVE TO LEAVE…. WHO WILL IT BE?

FOUND OUT AT KING OF AGES!!

Winner: Inferno and Osyrus

The Waiting Game IV

Brian Carter stood in the middle of the ring, entering after the tag match and during the commercial break, as he wasn't a flashy man. The new majority owner stood with a microphone in his hand, as he touched his now crooked nose and shook his head.

"I won't take up much of your time here...I just wanted to come out, and tell you all what I was going to do with...SilverHAWK."

The name as always got a huge cheer with the crowd, even as the fans didn't know what to think of the new owner, the seen that he was here, to tell the fans, what was going on, and that put him in a good sted.

"So, I'd like to call out SilverHAWK."

"Seek'N'Destroy" erupted the arena as SilverHAWK came storming down to the ring and quickly jumped in, Carter seemed to be stepping away from the former ACW Guardian, as he felt his nose once again as SilverHAWK collected a microphone and looked to speak, but Carter put his hand up to notion him to not.

"SilverHAWK, before you give you view of the events, I'd like to give mine. In the workplace, even in a wrestling federation, employee's have to stick to a code of conduct. At the end of the day if we didn't have rules to follow, life would be complete chaos, and nobody wants that. Last week however, you attempted to hit a fan, and that in itself is a sack able position..."

Jeers and boo's greeted the new owner in that comment.

"However...you went one further and punched a member of staff, how did know that this fan was of a vicious nature HAWK? How did you know that this fan wouldn't have came up here, and given myself and Dunn a hug?"

SilverHAWK kept quiet.

"You don't HAWK...so therefore, it gives me the great displeasure to suspend you, until noted otherwise."

The crowd erupted as Brian Carter made a quick exit out of the ring and up the ramp, as SilverHAWK looked on, shocked. The first true Legend in ACW had just been suspended from the company, and the worse thing about it.

The new owner had drawn first blood in his new regime...

It All Comes Down To This, Pt. 3

Jason Kain, for the first time, didn’t stand in front of his mirror. He didn’t stare at his scars. He didn’t look for the errors in himself. He actually stood up, warming up for his match… and smiling. The air around him was in good nature for the first time in a long time. And he didn’t even have to use the drugs to do it. He had broken through his own faults.

Suddenly the door opened and there she stood. Kain stopped moving. Jade just looked at him.

“Is it true?” The look on her face was sad, but hopeful at the same time.

“What?”

“Is it true that hope is the only thing worth living for?” Jade’s eyes were red, and her mascara was actually smeared. “I don’t care about the cameras anymore, just tell me if it’s the truth.”

“It’s what I believe.” Kain looked at her, not as Jason Kain, but as Jason Evans… a Jersey boy with hope. “I believe hope is the only thing worth living for. I have hope, Jade.”

Jade looked at the ground the slowly walked over to Kain, putting her arms around him softly. “I want to have hope, too… Jason…” She put her head on his shoulder, and he put his arms around her, too.

“You’re here, right? You must have hope in something. And I really hope you have hope in me, still.” He said, as she pulled away a little bit.

“I have faith in you, Jason Kain. But I don’t know what to hope for.” She looked at him then let go.

“I understand.”

She slowly backed toward the door and walked out, she stopped for a moment and looked to her left, then nodded… as Alias walked around the doorway… he looked at Jason Kain and smiled.

“Kain… that was a great speech, I do have to say. Just one thing to tell you…” He smirked. “I have hope, and maybe there’s a way to get her to have hope, too.”

Black Box – Muted Weeks


Five matches in… and more then five weeks later… and still Alias searched for that one piece of gold that had eluded him for these ten months.

The World Championship… and match six where only minutes away… but it had been weeks that had led up to this. On top of everything, ACW was about to turn one year old. When you’re a fledgling federation… it’s the greatest landmark. When you’re a wrestler that has been there almost every step along the way… it’s a spectacular feeling.

Oddly enough… Alias’s mind wasn’t on landmarks… he was a man for numbers… but only when he had the time. This wasn’t the time. However… it was time for other things… other possibilities.

That possibility lay inside a plain, small, black box… yet what lay inside that box was anything but plain, itself. The box lay in the hands of Alias, the Original Pulp Hero, as he sat, leaning slightly forward, on the bench in his change room. The minutes ticked by as the minutes came closer towards the main event… and yet he continued to look intently at the black box… lost in thought.

Finally he flipped the box open and gently took the ring from inside of it out.

He tumbled the ring across his fingers before finally running the tip of his index finger around the band. Dents lay he and there, due to the first match of the series… the street match where Alias got the ring in the first place.

Out of that trash can and right on top of him… right in the middle of the fight. Hell, Alias has had more difficult searches. He smiled to himself and placed the ring back into the box before slipping the box back into his pocket.

Time for the main event… with a forked road as part of it.

One direction was the World Championship belt.

The other… King of Ages.

ACW World Heavyweight Championship Match
Best Of Se7en Series
Alias(3) Vs. Jason Kain(2)

  

Titles were allegedly the most important thing in professional wrestling… and 99% of the time, they were. There was only 1% where something would supercede the glory of the possibilities of becoming World Champion.

Two men, a bonding friendship… and the glory of competition. Don’t start laughing now focker, everything is possible and everything is feasible with a little faith. The crowd started bustling as the instrumentals kicked in on a very familiar song… and then…

“DON’T TURN YOU BACK ON ME! I WON’T BE IG-N-N-N-NORED!!!!”

BOOM! BOOM!

“Faint” carried over the PA system into the ears of the fans in attendance as explosions on the entry way sent the crowd into a frenzy. One word, one chant, for one man… Alias.

PULP!

PULP!

PULP!

The announcer rattled off the intricacies of today’s main event, as Alias rolled into the ring and soon after stood high on second turnbuckle with taped fists raised in the air.

BOOM! A small explosion stopped the chant and created yet another wild and crazy cheer.

“I’LL HAVE YOU… I’LL HAVE YOU… WISHING FOR”
“I’LL HAVE YOU… I’LL HAVE YOU… WISHING FOR”

The guitar clicks, screeches and then….

BOOOOM!!! The pyros shoots off, purple and orange streaks over the entryway as Jason Kain stepped out under them a fist raised in the air, his pinky and thumb sticking out, towards the crowd.

“A QUICK DEEEAAAAAAAAAAATH!!!!”

Kain ran down to the ring before stopping at mats outside of it and then hopping onto the apron and ducking through the ropes. He hopped onto the middle rope and leaned forward to the crowd before pointing out to the masses and once again raising a fist up in the air, his pinky and thumb sticking out.

INN-O-VATE!
INN-O-VATE!
INN-O-VATE!

Kain walked up to Alias, and stared at him for a moment. Would everything be brought even this week or could Alias end it a week sooner? This time Alias put his hand out, to an explosive round of cheers from the crowd. Of course Jason Kain returned the favour… the bell rung…

And Match 6 was officially underway.

Kain circled Alias slowly, then stepped forward and the two locked up. Alias faked a low kick, and Kain bit, allowing Alias to hook him up and take him over with a hiptoss. Kain got up on one knee before pouncing forward, charging at Alias, and Alias side-stepped, sending Kain into the ropes. Alias jumped up with a leapfrog, and Kain stopped behind him.

Before Alias could turn, Kain hooked him and drove him to the mat with a Russian legsweep. With Alias down, Kain ran off the ropes, dropped an elbow, and made the cover. Alias quickly kicked out, and Kain brought him back up to his feet. Kain hooked Alias for a suplex, and took him down. He brought Alias back up and took him down with a snap suplex.

Kain brought Alias up once more and went for a third and final suplex, but Alias blocked it and kneed Kain in the gut, doubling him over. He then double-underhooked Kain's head and drove him to the mat with a double-arm DDT. Alias made the cover.

One!

Two!

Kick out!

Alias brought Kain up to his feet again and whipped him into the ropes, then caught him coming off with a leaping leg lariat.

With Kain down, Alias ran across the ring, jumped onto the second rope, and came off with an Asai moonsault, connecting squarely with Kain. Alias hooked a leg and the referee counted.

One!

Two!

Still Kain wouldn’t stay down this early. Alias brought Kain up to his feet and whipped him hard into the corner. With Kain in the corner, Alias backed up, then ran across the ring and leapt at Kain with a body splash.

Kain, however, rolled away, and Alias slammed face-first into the turnbuckle. Kain grabbed him from behind and threw him through the middle ropes to the outside. As Alias got up, Kain measured him, then grabbed the ropes and slingshotted to the outside, blasting Alias with a forearm to the face, sending him back down to the ground. The crowd subsequently went wild.

INN-O-VATE!!!

INN-O-VATE!!!

INN-O-VATE!!!

After a moment, Kain got up and dragged Alias up with him. He grabbed Alias by the hair and slammed his face into the ringpost, then did it again, and a third time. Finally he spun him completely around and used that momentum to toss him back into the ring, following close behind him.

Kain brings Alias to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Alias comes off, Kain takes him to the mat with a side belly to belly suplex. Taking every opportunity available to him also, Kain makes another cover.

One!

Two!

No such luck past that. Kain brings Alias to his feet and sets him up, then drops him with an inverted atomic drop. With Alias reeling, Kains runs into the ropes and takes Alias to the mat with a leaping lariat. Kain brings Alias to his feet and whips him into the corner. Kain runs in after Alias, driving a knee into the gut as he arrives.

Kain backs up, raises Alias's head with a hand, and hits a stinging chop to the chest. Kain begins to chop away at Alias, hitting him with a series of stinging backhand and knife-edge chops, each drawing a whoo from the crowd. Alias, beginning to get more pumped up then anything, grabs Kain by the head and spins him violently into the corner. Alias begins chopping the hell out of Kain, drawing more whoos.

Kain, sensing a momentum change, lets out a hard haymaker. It catches Alias squarely enough to make him back out of the corner, and Kain comes up from behind him. He grabs Alias by the head and drives him into the mat with a reverse DDT. Kain then makes the cover.

One!!

Two!!

Ayup… no three yet folks.

Note to self… you pinfalls aren’t working… exploit your opponent’s weakness. Kain brings Alias up and kicks him in the gut, then runs into the ropes and executes a swinging neckbreaker, taking Alias down to the mat. Kain then heads to Alias’s legs and braces himself, then lifts his legs high in the air and brings one down knee-to-knee on Alias. He repeats this, then does so again. Kain then grabs Alias and brings him to the ropes. He places Alias’s leg on the bottom rope and leaps into the air, coming down on the knee of Alias.

Kain drags Alias away from the ropes, and applies a half crab, still working over that right leg and knee of Alias. Kain wrenches back on the leg, trying to do further damage and maybe even secure a submission victory. Alias uses his forearms to crawl forward, trying to reach the ropes. Alias reaches out a hand, going for the ropes… and makes it.

Kain is forced to release the hold, and finally does so after a count of four. Snarling, he brings Alias up and dropkicks him in the leg, knocking him down. Kain brings Alias right back up and whips him into the corner, then follows him in with an elbow to the face. He then wraps Alias’s foot around the bottom rope and pulls forward, breaking the hold as the count of four is reached. He leaves Alias’s foot in place and walks across the ring to the other corner, preparing to maybe put the nail into Alias’s coffin.

Kain runs forward and baseball slides into the corner, going for the trapped leg and foot of Alias, but Alias frees himself and uses his arms to lift himself up. Kain follows through on the slide, and his momentum carries him under the bottom rope and to the outside where he lands with a considerable splat.

Alias takes a moment to collect himself, then rolls to the outside to take the fight to Kain. Alias gingerly brings Kain up to his feet, the pain still evident in his knee, and runs Kain into the ringpost. Kain’s head bangs off the steel, and he collapses woozily to the ground. Alias, still clearly feeling the effects of Kain’s attacks, brings him up and tosses him back into the ring. Alias lifts Kain to his feet and lifts him onto his shoulders.

However, Alias’s leg gives way, and he drops Kain. Kain quickly double-leg trips Alias, then sets up to apply a Sharpshooter... one of Alias’s signature moves. Alias, however, reaches forward and grabs Kain by the head, rolling him up into a small package.

One!

Two!!

Th-NO!!!

The crowd is still going absolutely apeshit as both men once again make there way back up to their feet. Kain a little quicker then Alias. Kain charges at Alias looking to pop him right out of his shoes with White Lightning. Alias, however, hits him with a quick drop toe hold. Then, attempting to throw his pain out the window, Alias begins to apply a Mexican Surfboard on him, though Kain tried to fight out of it.

However, Alias stuns Kain momentarily, and then applied an odd modified half crab, by keeping one of his strong foot, and subsequently his strong leg, at the joint of Kain's left knee, grabbing the foot with his left arm, and pulling back. The fans were thrown in an array of shock and support for both Alias and Kain, as Jason Kain cried out in pain.

A-LI-AS!!!

INN-O-VATE!!!

A-LI-AS!!!

INN-O-VATE!!!

A-LI-AS!!!

INN-O-VATE!!!

Then, with Kain not tapping, Alias reached back with his free arm and applied a chin lock. Kain cried out in pain, as Alias was attempting to once again forcefully remove Kain's limbs if he wasn’t going to tap. However, Kain took advantage of the positioning of Alias's head, by rearing his left elbow and catching Alias several times in the side of the head. Alias broke the hold, but only so he could pick Kain back up. Alias started to go for his Half Nelson Belly-to-belly suplex but as he picked Kain up, Kain managed to free his right hand and spin around Alias using both of there momentum, before turning it into a victory roll.

One!

Two!!

Thr-NO!!!

Both men lay on the canvas… spent as spent can be. Match 6 had all in all taken them there and back again. Finally Alias rolls to his feet and brought up Kain along the way. Alias tried to lift Kain off the canvas, but Kain wasn’t buying it and Alias couldn’t put as much force as possible behind it either because… well… Alias’s knee felt quite fucked at the moment. Kain may have lost his shot at the pinfall, but he wasn’t going to get hit with Pulped if he could help it. If at first you don’t succeed… and Alias just needed to hit this last move… just once… to succeed.

Alias desperately tried one more lift and toss, but this just played into Kain’s hands. Just as Alias went with the upward motion, Kain ducked his head underneath Alias’s mid-section and lifted him up off his feet. Using every ounce of strength he had left he tossed the larger Alias up and over his shoulder, both men jumping back. Kain held tight to Alias’s waist and popped the Pulp Hero’s head so very hard off the canvas, as Kain himself finally reached the mat in a sitting position.

Sit-down Tombstone Piledriver. Center of the ring.

Jason Kain jumped back towards Alias who was now behind him and hooked his legs, wrapping his friend into a small little ball.

And the count was academic.

One.

Two.

Three.

The crowd and, more importantly, Jason Kain jumped to there feet in ecstatic glee. The Epitome of Innovation had not surprisingly pulled the out come out of nowhere… tying up the series three matches a pieces. This was only the third time since Alias had come back to ACW that he had lost two matches in a row… they where most certainly well earned.

Jason Kain raised a fist to the crowd… a smile on his face as “Quick Death” boomed out through the PA system. As Kain turned around to face the entrance… there she stood.

Jade… smiling.

Kain immediately rushed back to the other side of the ring and motioned for a microphone. One was thrown to him but by the time he turned around she was gone… she was too embarrassed to speak to the man... still hell, the girl was smiling.

What was next King of Ages.

Match Seven.

Winner take all.

Winner: Jason Kain

Set Your Watches For The Glass-Ceiling To Shatter


Kain was about to toss the mic back to the ring side when a hand rested itself on his shoulder… Kain turned around to come face to face with Alias, who had hobbled his way back to his feet. Alias reached out his hand… not for a handshake this time… not yet anyway, right now he wanted the microphone.

Kain handed the microphone to Alias and Alias stood there… the crowd just starting to die down from tearing the place apart. Alias stared at Kain with tired yet proud eyes… and was happy to see that the same tired yet proud eyes stared back.

This was far from over though… and that was something that Alias was just about to get to.

“I’m to fucking tired to sugar coat this Jason.” Alias said calmly, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“So I wouldn’t. These last six matches I’ve been apart of… have with out a doubt been some of the best matches I’ve ever been apart of. I thank you for pushing me as far as I’ve ever gone… for helping realize that I can still fly high…” Alias shakes his right leg and winces in pain.”… well sorta, and I’m damn sure that the fans are thankful too.”

Alias raises the microphone in the air, not releasing eye contact with Kain. The crowd subsequently barrage the ring with a wave of booming cheers. Alias nods as Kain smiles to himself. Alias brings the microphone back down to his mouth.

“But I still want to show every ACW fan out there… what we’ve really got.”  Alias is now the one that’s smiling as the cheers begin to die down. Kain looks at Alias with a suspicious expression on his face.

“If it’s ratings they want… and big matches equal big ratings. Why not give the fans something to anticipate… an ACW first and a fitting end to an epic series.

Iron Man Match, Jason.

Sixty Minutes. What do you say?”

The crowd tore the roof off the arena as the Original Pulp Hero and the Epitome of Innovation smiled at each other…

and shook hands in agreement to set it in stone.

King of Ages.

Alias vs. Jason Kain.

Match Seven. 

60-Minute Iron Man Match.

For the right to become ACW’s fourth World Champion.

Seven days.