All-Star Championship Wrestling

LIVE! February 23rd
from The United Center, Chicago, Illinois

PREVIOUSLY... Lets set a scene; for months now Ethan Winters has had total control over ACW, even though Dunn and Boyd had previously thought they were doing some sort of job in ACW, Winters had them in the palm of his hands. Now, the situation was different. The World Champion was now known by the name ICU, and a team led by Dunn and Boyd was now fighting against Winters INC. What can Winters pull out the bag? and will anyone else be forced to take part in the ACW Ownership war.

Game Plan

The time had come to draw the lines. Four men, Jason Kain, Geo Vacton, Alias and ICU, were uncovered to create team resistance. They were fed up with the crap that Ethan had pulled and were tired of being his bitch boys. It was time to show their disapproval of his altercations with the roster.

These four men now stood in the backstage area, discussing their objectives for the night and the leaders of their respected organization stood by their sides pushing them to win it for them. Dunn and Boyd were those two men dying for the rights to the company back in their hands and away from the tyrant Ethan Winters.

"You four are the chosen ones picked to lead our company into the future."

Dunn was there holding the contract in his hand that would lead them to becoming a legend or a failure to the company. It was to make sure that Winters couldn't do anything to them while being an ACW employee. There was no doubt it Dunn and Boyd's mind that Winters would try something sneaky to get back at these four men, they had to cover ALL options.

"Chosen? This shouldn't be a mythical legend type thing. We're the ones that have the balls enough to step up to those assholes... plain and simple. A common enemy, that's what we have." Kain looked at the three other guys. "And we all know what happens to our enemies, right?"

"Yeah!" Vacton stepped forward with a grin on his face. "We tie to them to a tree, pull down their pants and...” Vacton looked around at the somber faces in the room. He realized the importance and felt the hard stares in his direction. "..Uh, hey, I was just, eh, joking, you know? Hahaha...”

"Right." Ivan looked around with his newly crowned title laid a crossed his shoulder. "So what exactly do you want us to do?" Ivan looked straight at Dunn and Boyd with that question in all seriousness. "You want us to get our revenge on them, or just beat the holy hell out of them, or better yet let them come in and just interfere in every single match that we got...”

Ivan had his "not playing" around attitude on, like always, and the other three seemed to follow up with a nod of the head. They were all disgusted with the way Ethan and his team was going around doing what they wanted when they wanted to.

"That's why we are known as Resistance. You see, we are not going to give into there pity little misdemeanors. We're here to defend our company!" ICU slapped the desk in front of him. "They started a war with us, but we're going to win it!"

The men in the room rallied. They were ready to defend their company by any means necessary. There were a few high fives exchanged and a few grunts.

"So what happens if that shitless fuck, Perry, decides to return the favor for Osyrus, and costs me my match tonight?" Alias stood with confidence wanting to know what would come of the outcome of his match with Osyrus.

“Hell... Winters will probably send just about anyone out there to try and take me out tonight… to take any one of us out.” There was a somber moment in the room as the men looked to their unspoken leader.

"Let me take care of that." Ivan said pounding his fist with his other hand. "Actually, let’s all take care of that shall we... cause we sure hell better have each others backs in this."

A smile came over the face of everyone in the room and there were a few pats on each others back. A brotherhood had been formed. These four men, Jason Kain, Geo Vacton, Alias and ICU would be leading ACW in the future and beyond by setting the roster free of the militant ruler, Ethan Winters.

"Ok, so here's how it's going to go...” Dunn and Boyd stepped forward with the contract in their hands as the meeting continued.

Demons

His match was first in line, but Dante Inferno had something on his mind.

Dante Inferno pushed the curtains open to no music, only the boos and jeers that only a Winters INC member can receive. He had no visible movement trouble walking down to the ring, since his Hell's Gate Match with Jason Kain that is, all that was visible was his head scars, as his upper body was covered with a black hoodie, as he sauntered down to the ring, to speak to the "crowd".

"Let's get one thing straight..." he started with, as his husky booming voice rebounded off the 4 walls of the arena, "I am not here to give you people some sort of promo, as so many wrestlers do, I am here to give you something that is known as...a shoot, in the wrestling world. You see, I am here to talk about my life, outside of this "federation" and hopefully it will uncover to you, some of the mysteries of not only myself, but the gray haired fellow who helped Jason Kain defeat me at Apocalypse. Let's get just one more thing straight...on Sunday, the Undefeatable one was defeated, correct?"

The cheers in the crowd was a substantial yes to his question.

"But if I defeated, why do I still stand here today? The thing is about these wrestlers, is that they take a defeat in this ring, like it was the end of life, so I tapped out? Only to shorten the amount of pain that TWO men were placing upon me, think about it this way...should I risk taking the pain and trying to kick out, to then receive a broken back? or should I fight another day and make Jason Kain and Simli dread the day they crossed paths with me?

To those wondering just whom this..."Simli" guy is that I keep referring to, I shall now tell you. It all..."

And with that, he entered. Simli now stood at the top of the ramp, as all eye's were fixed on Dante in the ring, he had managed to make his way to the foot of the stage before someone had noticed him and as they now got a clear look at the man whom helped Jason Kain beat Dante last Sunday, the fans screamed as he was apparently a new hero to cheer in ACW, how they were wrong.

"Dokic, how nice it is to see you again, it has been...far too long."

The fans frowned as Dante was called by his real name, for the first time in ACW and no doubt the last, but as Simli spoke again, Dante could do nothing but smile in the ring, as half his plan was accomplished, to lure Simli to Courage, to beat his ass up.

"Dokic, I have no doubt that these people would like to hear all about how I saved your life so many times back in the day, and that now I have become more successful that even you or I could imagine, but let's get down to business shall we, you want to know why I was at Apocalypse, Dokic? Because...I was looking out for your best interests."

A stir in the crowd went along with what Dante was feeling, confusion.

"And how do you figure that our Simli?"

"It's simple. If you would have won that match, your career in ACW would have sky rocketed and you would have lost your goal Dokic, your goal. Remember that?"

How could Dante forget, even since he found out at an early age, his goal in life was to find his mothers killer. The man who had made his life like this, the man that not only killed his mother, but killed Dante inside too...

Dante was hurt by the question of losing his goal, he dropped his microphone and motioned for Simli to "Bring It On", but Simli shook his head and began to speak once more.

"I am not here to fight you Dante, I am here to watch over you. Sure, this is a nice way to free up some time, but your goal, you have to complete it, for it is your purpose, you know. Your purpose is not to fight "Hell's Gate" matches or be a part of a stupid stable, your purpose in life is to find out just whom killed your mother, and to take revenge upon him."

Simli looked up and found Dante still to be beckoning to him for a fight, Simli sighed, shrugged and dropped the mic, before walking towards the ring...

Dante Inferno Vs. Simli

Dante took a few steps back as Simli slid into the ring, calmness personified, on the other side of the ring was Dante, and he was less than happy. Dante charged at Simli, but as the giant charged, Simli side stepped and then kicked Dante in the back as he passed.

Dante fell to the ground on his hands and knees, before Simli ripped the black hoodie from his back to reveal his battle scars from Apocalypse. Burn marks covered Dante's back as Simli circled his "friend", shaking his head at the damage that had been done to the Winters INC member.

The crowd were unsure about what to do at this point, were they happy that Dante was being beaten up? or were they to be sad that this unknown is going to take his time and hurt Inferno.

The fans couldn't do much but what on however as Dante quickly shoved out a leg and swept Simli to the mat, but as Dante got to his feet and tried to stomp on Simli, he once again avoided being hit and rolled out of the way, before flipping himself up and as quick as a flash smashing Dante in the face with a calf kick.

Dante held his mouth as Simli slowly got to his feet, and then there was no more.

Simli left the ring as Dante looked up, blood trickling from his mouth as he watched his attacker walk up the ramp. But there was more to this story that met the eye, just what was the relationship between these two men?

Winner: No Contest

An Unusual Meeting

A calm, cool, Apocalypse victorious Geo Vacton stepped out of his locker room after his short meeting with the rest of the Resistance.

He was ready for action.

And after a successful Pay-Per-View title defense, defending a praised title such as the US Championship, who wouldn't be? Perhaps a man who was beaten senseless beyond belief, but Geo won his title without any bloodshed. It was a clean victory.

A*Dubbs walked out of his locker room, chair in hand. Why did he have the chair?

Who knows.

He was angry at the loss he suffered at Apocalypse, but he was not broken, not yet. He knew his skills were in tact, and he took his eye off the quick Geo for two seconds, and paid for it. He thought he was better than Geo Vacton, and believed over time the facts would come out sooner then later.

He was to have a match later that night, but the name Quinton May was not on his mind at this specific time of the show.

Geo Vacton stepped into the arena. With his title in his bag, he felt unstoppable. He was the US Champion, and next to ICU, he believed to be king of the ACW.

A*Dubbs, with both passion and aggression, knew, he had to have the thrown.

Geo Vacton had one name on his mind, the man who he would face later that night. Too bad for him, A*Dubbs did not.

With one swift shot to the face, A*Dubbs met Geo Vacton with a chair shot to the head.

Geo Vacton fell to the ground, without even seeing another chair shot in the future. Allen made it his mission to make Geo feel the pain he felt as he was not champion, by taking it out on his right and left shoulders.

Geo rolled on each side, trying to protect it, he did not want to get injured on this special night.

Allen dropped the chair, and after retrieving Geo's US Title belt, he savagely picked Geo up to his feet.

With one swift move after another, he punched Geo in the back multiple times.

"What did I tell you nucka? What did I tell yo ass? I ain't done." He spoke calmly, but with a dangerous mind he dropped Geo on his head with a Double Arm DDT into the chair. While the fans boo'd, they could not possibly feel Geo's pain as he rolled over, bloody and confused.

For a moment, Geo Vacton felt like he could not feel any of his body. But before Geo could try and lift a muscle, A*Dubbs had not finished the job he set out to complete.

Allen attached the belt to his waist, then picked Geo up, throwing him into the wall, picked him up again, and led him down the hall, into his room.

There, he picked up another chair set in Allen's locker for him to sit on, and thrust fully slammed it into Geo's biceps. Allen held Vacton's body up, because Geo could not hold it up himself.

The attacking phase for Geo, thankfully, was over. Unfortunately, the mind games were just beginning.

Leaning Geo over his lap, Allen took spray paint sitting on his couch, and with a sick grin on his face, sprayed letters into Vacton's back. As he finished, he threw Geo out of his locker room, grinning at his motionless body once more, before closing the door behind him.

Geo laid on the ground with his back facing the ceiling. As EMT's fled the scene, the camera was able to make out the words on Geo's spine. Allen's latest artwork read...

'Ex-Champ.'

Scene Fade.

Mission 1: Now In Play

The main door to the lobby blows open with a rough crash into the door beside it as the newest superstar to bring the fans down to a low boo, enters with the same dark smile as he had one week earlier after attacking Jay Smash in the ring. When he arrives in the superstars backstage area, Cobris Grayson steps in front of Winter's door, until is opened. Cobris Grayson stood up in a perfect stance, as Winters stood in front of him.

"May I have a word with you sir?"

"Yeah, you sure can."

"Thank you sir. We both know why I came here."

"Of course, and so far, you seem to be doing the right thing."

"No sir, the other reason I am here."

"Oh yes the matches you need to have because of...."

"Please sir, lets keep this off the record. You know how serious this is, and I must have a match next week. It is very important, because I am not sure how long I can keep my self from doing something very terrible. And I'm sure people will wonder why you hired a man my age in the first place."

Cobris Grayson stops to think about his words, then turns back to Winter's, staring straight into his eyes like every man he steps face-to-face with.

"Then again, why wouldn't you? I am exactly the kind of person this federation needs. I am powerful, I have the speed, and I am intelligent. I have trained for combat and I have trained for the ring. Some very similar things come from both, and I know ever step my opponent takes. I can practically smell the fear from anyone around me. They know, from a feeling inside them I am not a man to screw with. And I certainly do not like anyone to screw with me. So I need my match for next week, it's very important."

"I completely understand, and I know what you are going through, but at this time, I do not have a match picked out for you. There is good news though, because I know you will have a match, and Jay Smash will be involved."

"Now that is good news. That's all I need to hear. I'll just wait and find out later on. Thank you sir."

A smile grows on the face of Grayson, and before he leaves, a smile is also seen on Winters face, right before the door shuts, and Grayson walks off.

The Championship Less Champion

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing here with the ACW United States Champion, Geo Vacton, moments before his title defense tonight against Rook!" The interviewer had his hand on a thin microphone and wore the usual light blue ACW t-shirt with 'Reporter' written on it. "But Geo, before we get to your match tonight, I want to talk to you about your involvement with Team Resistance last Sunday, as well as what happened tonight concerning A*Dubbs and the United States Championship Belt."

Vacton's head was down. His title which he had with him at every show since End Game was gone and when he looked into the camera the smile and over achieving grin left his face. His eyes were narrow and his cheeks seemed to sink in.

He was holding his ribs with his right hand, presumably from A*Dubbs' attack, and he put his left hand through his spiked yellow hair. There were patches of blood coming out from a bandage on his forehead and for the first time in a long time, Geo looked angry.

"That's right." Was all that he muttered at first into the reporters microphone. "I don't need to get into the politics surrounding the situation between Winters and the roster represented by Alias, Kain, ICU, and myself." The crowd popped at the very mention of the all-star lineup who would defend ACW against Winters Inc. "But, as far as that honkey A*Dubbs goes.." Vacton shuck his head. "I'm gonna get my title back tonight.. Whether he shows the belt the respect it deserves and hands it back to me, or I have to kick his ass and rip it from his hands. I'm going to get my belt back tonight."

Vacton walked away off camera without ever mentioning his match with Rook. The reporter shrugged. "Well, there you have it. Geo Vacton, the United States Champion and member of Team Resistance, vows to get his title back from A*Dubbs Tonight!"

ACW United States Championship
Geo Vacton(c) Vs. Rook

"'Cos I'm T-N-T, I'm dy-no-mite!" The same amount of electricity that had filled the arena every other time that Vacton stepped out from behind the curtain was felt, but it wasn't the same. Geo slapped a few hands, but there was a rage in his eyes. "ACW United States Champion" flashed onto the screen below his name, but he didn't have the title in his possession. A*Dubbs stole it from him earlier in the night, and Vacton had vowed to get it back before the night was over.

Geo slid into the ring and bounced around for a brief moment until realizing again the pain in his ribs from the attack by A*Dubbs. Pyro blew from outside the ring behind him, but Vacton merely held his hands up. The crowd still respected him, but they could see that he wouldn't be putting on as a fantastic show as he usually would. The crowd then grew silent as "TNT" by AC/DC faded out and Rook's music began to pump through the vines of the arena.

Rook towered down to the ring, loosely grinning at the crowd as he stalked Geo with his eyes. He laughed slightly as he entered the ring. There was the champion without a championship. Rook was shaking his head and walking up and down one side of the sing as lights flashed around the ring and pyro sprayed from the turnbuckles. The moment the bell sounded, however, Vacton was right on him. Geo sent Rook into the corner where he let the turnbuckles do his damage. Geo threw Rook into the ropes but Rook reversed it. Vacton hit the ropes, Rook ducked. Vacton hit the ropes again and connected with a round house kick to the face of Rook. Despite the blow, Rook didn't fall. Vacton stumbled back surprised, but not afraid.

The two men locked up. They each maxed each other out and the move was broken. Rook shoved Vacton away and then paced around in short circles. Vacton strategized. Again he found himself in the ring with someone bigger than him, but speed wouldn't cut it. Rook grinned, he could read Vacton's thoughts and he wanted to squash him like a bug. He wanted to become the US Champion. They locked up again. Rook overpowered Vacton and dropped him behind his back with a T-bone suplex.

Vacton grimaced on the mat but it was a minor blow. Rook stretched out his neck as he bent down to pick Vacton up off the mat and then tossed him around the ring. He threw him into the first turnbuckle, then the second, then the third and then the fourth. Vacton was now at this point dazed and was unable to react to one of Rook's hard punches but he didn't fall immediately. Rook grinned, tightened his glove, and gave Vacton another one. Geo spat to his side and then stumbled back into the corner. Rook looked to the crowd and then unloaded on Vacton. Geo's head bobbed from side to side as Rook pounded his chest. Vacton sighed and dropped his head as Rook set him up the top rope.

Geo sat on the top of the turnbuckles as Rook mounted himself on the second rope. He continued his assault on Vacton but seemed to have plans to deliver a much more severe maneuver. As he put Vacton into possession for a super-plex, Vacton suddenly came to life. Geo slapped at Rook at first and then built up to a steady flow of punches. Rook shook them off at first but soon became aware of the pain as Vacton released some heavy punches. Rook fell back off the turnbuckles into the ring and Vacton mounted himself on the top rope. Rook spat to the side and then and sat up. Vacton leaped off the top rope and connected on Rook, but he was caught! Rook slammed Vacton onto the mat and roared violently.

"C'MON!!!"

He hooked Vacton's leg and went for the count. The referee slid to the action.

One..

Two..

Vacton kicked out with authority. Rook punched the mat, realizing how close he was to becoming the US Champion. Geo rolled away from Rook and slid out of the ring, catching a breather. He paced to other side of the ring as Rook rose to his feet and smirked at Vacton. Geo slid back into the ring and jumped to his feet. He turned himself on and went after Rook. A kick to the stomach, an Irish whip into the corner followed up by several jabs to the chest and then one smooth super kick to the chin. Rook turned to his side and spit out some blood. Vacton had busted his lip with the kick. Rook gave Vacton a sadistic smile and charged at Vacton. Geo ducked letting Rook brace himself before going through the ropes. Rook spun around and charged at Vacton, but Vacton was one step ahead of him. Geo jumped onto the second rope, moonsaulted backwards and hit Rook with what was beginning to be known as Vactonium: an assai moonsault off the middle rope. The crowd roared, as did Rook as he hit the mat.

Rook hit the mat hard and Vacton was quick to follow up on his move by applying a dragon sleeper on Rook. Rook was on responsive at first, unaware of the hold because of his daze caused by the moonsault, but soon he began to squirm and fight to break the hold. Realizing the effect the move had been having on Rook, Vacton tightened the hold and arched Rook's back further. Rook swung his arms and locked his legs in efforts to escape, but Vacton had still been holding on tightly. Rook was determined to break the hold, however, and fought to get to the ropes. Showing a tremendous amount of strength, Rook pulled Vacton to the ropes using only his legs. Rook's ankles were on the ropes, and the move was broken by the referee. Rook rolled away from Vacton as Vacton shuck his head.

Rook pulled himself up with the ropes and met Vacton with an immediate kick to the ribs. Vacton screamed, that being where he was the weakest after Dubbs' attack. Rook realized this and continued to assault his ribs. Vacton was on the mat now as Rook stomped on him and Geo couldn't defend himself. Rook grinned. "That titles mine.." He thought to himself. But in the moment that Rook stopped to imagine himself with the title around his waste, Vacton rolled passed his heavy boot and managed to crawl away. Rook looked down at the mat and was confused for a moment but felt the presence of Vacton behind him.

Rook turned around as Vacton was fighting to get to his feet while gasping in between sighs from the pain. Rook slapped his forearm in a show of strength and lifted Vacton up. He pulled Geo up over his head and nailed his ribs with a side-breaker. Geo hollered in pain and rolled onto the mat. Rook dropped to his knees and held his arms out the crowd to which he got a mixed reaction, however mostly boos. Rook pretended not to care and continued his assault on Vacton by lifting him up and setting him for a power bomb. Vacton tried to pull himself away, but Rook didn't allow it. Bringing him up into the air, Rook soon realized that it was a mistake. Geo counted with a hurricanranna. The crowd exploded as both men lay on the mat, Geo still holding his ribs and extremely cautious over his movements as he stood up.

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

Geo didn't pay attention to his adoring crowd. He had a match to win and a title to defend. Rook stood up, he was hurt but no where near ready to fall. Vacton tried to hit Rook with a left hand, but Rook grabbed it and tossed him into the ropes. Rook set Vacton up for a back body drop, but Geo hopped over him showing his agility. As Took turned around, he was met with a corkscrew moonsault. Both men found their selves in the familiar position of down on the mat. Adrenaline ran through Vacton's veins as he kicked himself up and went after the rising Rook.

Rook countered on Geo's momentum and tossed him to the floor. Rook kicked Vacton in the stomach and lifted him up. He went for a suplex, but Vacton shoved him away. Rook locked up with Vacton, but Geo shoved him away once more. A punch, Vacton blocked it. A kick, Vacton caught it. Rook charged at Vacton and he kicked him in the stomach. As Vacton grabbed Rook's head, the crowd knew exactly what was coming.

"GEOCIDE!!!!"

The crowd roared, but it didn't happen! Rook shoved Geo away paced across the ring. Vacton didn't expect it and he was caught off guard but that didn't detour him. The two men locked up and Rook was able to overpower Vacton rather easily and hit a tiger suplex. Rook went for the pin, the crowd gasped.

One!

Two!

THR-R-R-R-R-R...

Vacton pulled out a kick out and pushed Rook off of him. Vacton was still on the mat as Rook stood up and lifted Vacton to his feet. Rook was slow moving as he set Geo up for a body slam. Geo came to life, suddenly, and in an amazing display of agility he reversed the move into the...

GEOCIDE!!!!

The crowd exploded at the action. Vacton hit it and went for a pin on the extremely confused Rook. The referee made the count.

ONE!

TWO!

No! Rook got a shoulder up. Geo slapped the mat in frustration. Geo came to his feet, adrenaline pumping even more than before, and picked up Rook. He bobbed his head back and forth between right and left hand hits. Rook battled Vacton back just as hard and the two started to brawl. In the end, however, Vacton overtook Rook and threw him into the corner where he unloaded a heaping of kicks to the midsection. Vacton stopped and Rook stumbled forward. Vacton, who had been pretending to walk away, smacked Rook with a scissors kick. Rook didn't fall thought. He stood dazed and confused. Vacton used this to his advantage and ran up the turnbuckles.. He lept off the second turnbuckle and connected with a jagged sun set flip. Geo went for the pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Vacton quickly left the ring as his name was called in victory. The crowd cheered for him and he gave a response to them, but it was clear he had other things on his mind as he headed to the backstage area..

Winner: Geo Vacton

Is This A Re-run?

Half the night is almost over and there has been no sign of Jay Smash until the lights went out in the arena, and the fans began the scream. "Raise Up" by Saliva blasts through the PA system, and Jay Smash makes his way down the ramp towards the ring, unlike his usual entrance which is through the crowd and over the barricade. Jay Smash slid into the ring and grabbed a mic where he began to speak.

"Now listen, I can see that some of you have been waiting half the night to hear what I had to say about Cobris, and maybe you forgot from everything else going on, and now it's just coming back to you. But allow me to refresh the memories of those of you who do not remember, did not care, or have no idea what is going on. Roll the damn footage."

A clip of Apocalypse plays, where Cobris Grayson takes his rage out on Jay Smash after entering the ACW ring for the first time. He then signs a contract, and continues with the tearing of Jay Smash's contract. Before the footage is over, it shows Jay Smash down on the ground after a devastating, C-4 was delivered to Jay Smash by Grayson. Jay Smash, now feeling the pain of the attack once again, sucks it up and tries to speak.

"Well, their ya go folks. It's all right there. You saw what happened, and you know how... how.... FUCKING pissed off I am right now! I am not taking this easily no matter how much anyone tries to talk to me, or tries to calm me down, or hell, even tries to hold me down, because I'm taking a small turn in my road in ACW, to take care of someone I should have had my revenge on long ago. Long before I even joined ACW, or before I held my first title in any federation. I am here to clear a part of something that has been in my mind for years, so if you don't mind, I would like to ask Cobris Grayson to get his ass out here so we can get this done, fast and painful."

Jay Smash drops the mic from his face and awaits Cobris Grayson. Before long, Jay Smash raises the mic back to his mouth and calls Cobris Grayson out again. After he dropped the mic from the second time from his face, Cobris Grayson slid into the ring from behind Jay Smash with a chair! Jay Smash watched as Cobris Grayson entered the ring, from the screen at the top of the stage, but he was too late. Before Jay Smash could turn, Cobris Grayson, for the second time, nailed a chair shot into the back of Jay Smash. Jay Smash tried to fight back but Cobris dented the chair across Jay Smash's face as he got to his knees. Cobris Grayson once again, picked Jay Smash up off his feet, and dropped him hard with the C-4, leaving Jay Smash down and out in the ring. Cobris Grayson grabbed the mic from the floor that Jay Smash was using, then looked down on the bloody Jay Smash who was opened up from his wounds suffered last week.

"Jay Smash, you do not want to get in my way. You just leave it to me, and I'll make sure you never step into this ring again. That way, you will never worry about getting revenge. You will only worry about how you will be able to stand up without the aid of a nurse right beside you. This is my time Jay Smash, not yours. Deal with it!"

Cobris drops this mic and 'I'm So Ugly' by 40 Below Summer hits, leaving Jay Smash in the ring as Cobris slowly walked up the ramp without any worries. The EMTs quickly stormed down to help Jay Smash up, but Jay Smash refused any medical attention as he stood up from the canvas, tried to see what was right in front of him. Finally, Jay Smash fell out of the ring and to his feet, through the second rope and looks up at the ramp, with blood now beginning to dry up on his face.

It's on.

A*Dubbs face was all the fans in the arena needed to get loud in jeers. He listened, and without warning raised his newfound United States Championship in the air.

"I'm the champ."

The fans boo'd more.

"Go ahead. In the words of Joe Dirt, someone ya'll nuckas out there can crucially relate to, it don't botha me none."

The fans were disgusted at his attitude alone, let alone the nerve he has showing off the US belt like it was his.

"I don't give a fuck any more. This is war. And in war, you take casualties, and you take prisoners. You see this right here?"

He points at the kidnapped Championship.

"This is mine. I earned it. I am tha mafuckin' US Champion."

The jeers go without saying now. If you were in the arena, you can't hear yourself scream the boo's are so loud.

"Geo Vacton? You are my fuckin' prisoner. P.O.W, nigga you my slave. Over the next couple weeks, until I get tired of you, I'm going to promote you as A*Dubbs new biotch. Tonight, I go into the ring, I defend my title, and then I get on wit my shiat. I saw your match, victory, congrats, but it was a regular one. Nigga, after I'm through wit my match, my match that is now for the United States Championship, I'll show you how to keep the fans in their seats, instead of having them get up and go to take a shit, like they did when they heard AC/DC start playin'. Simply put, you're tired. Get out of my face with this shit, that you're still champ, that it ain't my belt, whatever. I went, I beat dat ass, and I took. That's how you get things done. It's what Winters will do to Dunn and Boyd, and it's how I pimp you day in and day out. Vacton you mean shit to me, and just like what's about to happen to Quinton May, the same will happen to you if you come out and try to be some hero. This shit is mine, get use to it, nucka!"

Allen equips himself with the US Title over his left shoulder, before leaving the scene.

Another camera showed an interesting subject, the one of Geo Vacton looking on, on another TV somewhere throughout the arena. As the fans cheered, a camera caught a slight glimpse of a fist balling up with blood.

The battle simply stated, was on.

Preparing

"This is gonna be so much fun!" Quinton squealed, as he taped his wrists. Off a hellacious feud with Dane Rivers and ending up on the losing side, one would expect Quinton to be somewhat disconsolate.

Not as such.

Instead, Quincy has been in a good mood all week long. Whistling, singing, smiling at everyone with a toothed grin; it was somewhat unreal, for those who felt that they knew Quincy.

To be fair, the only people that really know Quinton May are the people that Quinton himself hides from.

"A*Dubbs seems like a big-time player. Maybe the bigwigs here are appreciating my talents. WICKED~!" May shrilled again, before turning around and leaving his locker-room, completely ready.

To face A*Dubbs.

Would Quinton even have enough in him to put up a resistance, after the punishment inflicted upon him by Dane Rivers? Would the experience of The Octagon prove to be his downfall tonight?

Quinton May just didn't seem to care if it were, truth be told.

A*Dubbs Vs. Quinton May

Having taken his place in the ring, A*Dubbs was considerably happy. And showed it by lifting the US Title high above his head.

Wait a minute.

Was he even the champion?

A chorus of resounding jeers were belted out, but A*Dubbs took no notice. Instead, he swaggered over to the referee and whispered something in his ear. Not surprisingly, the referee was confused and seemed apprehensive to carry out his next action, but Dubbs apparently had him convinced. The referee rolled out of the ring, and relayed a message to the ringside announcer.

"This match, ladies and gentlemen.. is now for the ACW United States Championship!!"

The jeers intensified; they couldn't believe what they were hearing. Dubbs, on the other hand, simply grinned and awaited his opponent. The man who would be his first 'challenger'.

"Smoke Two Joints" by Sublime was then piped throughout the arena, and the crowd cheered, as Quinton May walked out, with a purpose. He wished to bounced back from defeat at Apocalypse last week. And he wanted to do so by wrestling. He still had to prove he could actually wrestle.

The incentive? Apparently, the US Title.

Climbing into the ring, Quinton was immediately charged at by Dubbs, as the referee rang for the bell and May's theme was cut short. The former fighter ducked the clothesline, and waited for Dubbs to turn around and charge again, before executing an armbar takedown. The crowd cheered, but A*Dubbs was back up within a blink of an eye.

And just as quickly back on the canvas, courtesy of an arm drag. Dubbs scrambled back up, and this time, Quinton floored him with a powerful hiptoss. It was looking for grim for A*Dubbs, who upon getting up, got his face smashed into the canvas again due to a drop-toe-hold from May.

Quinton was loving every second of this.

Picking up Dubbs, May connected with a couple of punches, before going for a spin kick. Dubbs ducked it, and hammered Quinton with a clothesline, finally getting some offense in. The crowd's enthusiasm disappeared upon seeing A*Dubbs stomp the living hell out of May, before picking him up and whipping him into the ropes. As Quinton returned, Dubbs tried to clothesline again but May ducked it.

Before jumping onto the parallel set of ropes, and connecting with an amazing cross-body block. The crowd popped big time, as Quinton hooked the legs and the referee hit the deck;

One...
Two...

And A*Dubbs forced out of the pin, drawing dejected moans from some sections of the crowd. Both men got up quickly, and Quincy tried to knock Dubbs down with a forearm strike, but the veteran blocked it and jabbed May in the gut, following up with a snap DDT. Quincy rolled about on the mat but mustered the strength to pull himself back up.

He wasn't going down so easily.

A*Dubbs was ready, and sprung at May, looking for yet another clothesline. Quinton, however, ducked and countered with a neckbreaker, before expertly rolling on his back and landing on top of Dubbs. Just as Quincy got a couple of hard punches in, Dubbs lashed out with a headbutt, forcing the Canadian. Both competitors took some time in recovering, and as had been the case for the match thus far, Quinton went on the offensive.. delivering a vicious sidekick to the chest of A*Dubbs.

Causing him to stagger back and over the ropes.

The spectators cheered; A*Dubbs was, quite honestly, getting outplayed.

Dubbs, however, was about to prove otherwise; he had held on to the top-rope, and as Quinton wobbled towards him, A*Dubbs managed to get his feet on the floor and waited for Quincy to make his move.

And once May grabbed a handful of Dubb's hair, he got floored with a stunning uppercut from A*Dubbs, who then rolled back into the ring. Quinton stumbled around the ring, giving the "new US champion" a chance to knock him senseless with a perfectly-placed German suplex, with the bridge;

One...
Two...
Thre...

Dubbs' eyes widened in shock, as he believed he had in won. Pulling May up, A*Dubbs hammered away at his upper torso with hard jabs, before shoving him into the corner of one of the four turnbuckles. Quinton wasn't going to stand by and do nothing though; as the veteran Dubbs slowly and arrogantly approached him, Quinton quickly hoisted himself onto the top of the turnbuckle and leapt off with a yell of honour.

And at the same time, knocking Dubbs down with a high-leg clothesline.

The spectators cheered appreciatively for the move, and the arena started buzzing; the match had been unfolding nicely thus far, and now, Quinton May seemed to have had gained control of the match, as he pulled himself up and stomped away at Dubbs. As he pulled his opponent up, the "US Champion" poked him in the eyes and went for a cross-hook. Quincy somehow, purely out of instinct, managed to avoid getting hit and connected with a rather sloppy overhead suplex, with the bridge-pin;

One...
Two...
Thre..

Quinton was seconds away from victory, as A*Dubbs forced out of the cover. His confidence growing, May waited for A*Dubbs to recover, before kicking him in the abdomen and hooking his arms.

Quinton was going for the kill.

His double-underhook Piledriver; Hideaway.

But just as he lifted Dubbs, the latter used his size advantage to force himself back onto the canvas and lift Quinton May over his own head in a back body-drop. Falling down to the canvas with impact, Quincy slowly helped himself up, unaware that Dubbs had gotten into the position.

For a spear.

And executed it with absolute malice. But why did he have to place his legs on the second rope when he pinned Quinton? In any case, the referee was none the wiser when he dropped to his knees;

One...
Two...
Three!

A*Dubbs was victorious, but he sure as hell didn't deserve it. Or maybe he did, for staying strong and playing the cheater's card. But as he rolled off Quinton May's struggling life form..

Winner: A*Dubbs

After the Match

A*Dubbs' hand was held up the referee and Dubbs held the ACW United States Championship Title over his head. With little warning there was a disturbance in the crowd behind Dubbs. A*Dubbs was too busy basking in the glory that wasn't his and smiled to the cheering crowd.

But the cheers weren't for him.

Standing behind Dubbs was the Dynamic Dynamite, Geo Vacton! Vacton snarled and bent his knees, he eyed Dubbs who was still unaware of his presence.

"Thank you, thank you!" He yelled out audible to the camera. "Yes! Yes! It's mine!" Dubbs kissed the title and held up over his head again for the crowd to see. Vacton was growing impatient. Geo wanted to be noticed. He wanted A*Dubbs to know what hit him.

"Geo! Geo! Geo!" The crowd chanted for Geo smiled behind Dubbs. Dubbs shuck his head and slowly turned around.

"Man, y'all is..."

WHACK!!!! Vacton drove his body into Dubbs sending him to the floor. Geo unloaded an hours worth of rage into A*Dubbs' skull and didn't stop even after he drew blood. Dubbs' head bobbed back and forth with every fist to his temple, to his jaw, to his nose. Geo grabbed A*Dubbs by the neck and slapped his head up and down on the mat. By now A*Dubbs' had blood running from his nose and brow. Geo rolled off of Dubbs and kicked him in the ribs. Vacton picked up his title and whipped it off, as if it was tarnished by A*Dubbs' touch.

Geo put the title over his shoulder and kicked A*Dubbs again. Vacton knelt down on one knee and looked into the bloody eyes of A*Dubbs. "YOU WILL NEVER HAVE THIS!!!" Security was rushing to the ring now, and Vacton realized that he needed to escape. Geo spat on the face of Dubbs and then leapt out of the ring and into the crowd where he was met with numerous cheers of support and slaps on the chest from his adoring fans.

"'Cos I'm T-N-T! I'm Dy-no-mite!"

Geo's music played through the arena, the crowd singing along and A*Dubbs twitching on the mat as he was helped up by a number of referees.

He Awakens

The night has almost come to an end, but Jay Smash is still keeping busy as he heads through the backstage are in search for something, or someone. Jay Smash opens doors to many different rooms until he comes across Ethan Winters office. Jay Smash raises his right leg off the ground, and without hesitating, Jay Smash kicks open the door. The door swings open, leaving a hole in the wall from the doorknob, then he slams his fists on Winters desk.

"I am gonna say this as easy as possible."

Jay Smash grabs the desk from its side and throws it over into the wall, making even more holes, leading through to the other end. Jay Smash moves closer to Winters and leans down at him.

"I want a match. I want it tonight. I want it to be against Cobris Grayson. I want it to be a no DQ match, I want him to bleed, I want him to quit this federation, and I want to go to jail for killing the man, and I don't give a sh*t because I hate that son of a bitch!"

"Now just hold on a second here big guy. First of all, you do not enter my office the way you did, barging in here like you own this place, and destroy everything in sight. You knock, then you ask. Secondly... no. I have too much on my hands, and you are not even close to giving me a grip in why exactly I should care about you. I have made a match for you next week and it involved Cobris Grayson. Now get out of my office and show a little courtesy next time won't you."

"This... Right here, isn't over either. We will talk some other time, because I'm getting my ass out of here and off to the next arena. I'm not wasting one second until I am sure I am ready to kick that guys ass. And it will happen. Oh yes, it will happen. He's going down!"

"Good... now, exit my damn office and stop bothering me."

Before Jay Smash leaves, he turns the desk back over to its right position in front of Winters, and leaves the office. He then shuts the door and walks towards his locker room to grab his stuff.

Disappointment

"Aw man, I was so close!"

Quinton, trudging back to his locker, had his right hand around the back of his neck and a disappointed frown on his face. His big chance at moving up the ladder in ACW was no longer up for grabs, after defeat at the hands of A*Dubbs. May could take solace in the fact that he did dominate the match for stretches in the match, and the crowd really got behind him.

But after being informed that the match would _apparently_ be for the ACW US Title, Quinton would have felt hard done by the loss, especially after being in control for most of it.

As it were, it would have broken his heart if he DID win, eh?

Kicking a trash can, Quinton continued to drag his feet down the corridor, wanting to pack up and leave the arena as quickly as possible. However, kicking the trash can and causing the garbage to spill out had dire consequences.

"OI! YOU BUMSHAGGER! THANK YOU VERY FREAKING MUCH!"

Turning around, May saw a tall eastern European man with a broom standing there, fuming mad. Quinton smiled sheepishly, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Sorry, mang. I'm a bit depressed right now. Sorry!" Quinton mumbled, before turning away.

Or attempting to.

"Wait a freaking minute; you just fought out there. Hey, you being that gay man!"

...

Quinton stopped in his tracks and smiled again, "Formerly gay, but.. yeah. I just fought, and lost."

The eastern European janitor slammed his broom down to the ground, stepped over the mess Quincy made, and went over to the now freaked out Canadian.

"You were very freaking good out there! My name is Morris!" the giant said, as he raised his arms in the air and began gyrating his pelvis, a'la Ricky Martin. For a second, that familiar glint in Quincy's eyes reappeared.. before he told himself that he was no longer gay.

But needless to say, this situation was very weird.

"Hey, thanks! I wrestled well?" Quinton asked of Morris the freaking janitor. "Wrestled?"

Wait a second, now.

The janitor got a confused look on his face, and began scratching his overgrown nose hair.

"You didn't freaking wrestle. You were freaking fighting! Hardcore!"

And the look of disappointment returned to Quinton's face; it seemed he had made no headway on his goal on proving he could flat-out wrestle. He thought he had done so today, but had just been corrected by a freaking janitor, of all people. Folding his arms, Quinton bit his lower lip and walked away, deep in thought.

"Hey, who's gonna freaking clean this freaking mess up?"

Dirrty. Part one.

Scott Perry sat in the otherwise empty ‘Winters inc.’ locker room, he looked down at his boots, and they were dirty.

Scott felt angry, angry that his boots hadn’t been cleaned.

“Why are they dirty?!” he yelled in anger.

He raised his head and, as he stood up, flipped the pine bench that he was sitting on over on to its side.

He walked out of the locker room briskly, slamming the door hard behind him.

Alias Vs. Osyrus

The next match up was one the fans had been wanting to see for some time now. As the still frame shots of the two combatants faces appeared on the big Screen; the live crowd rose out of their seats… they knew that a battle was well in hand for the next scheduled bout. A battle where both men would try to prove themselves to their respected teams… One from the despised Team Winters, and the other from the newly formed Team Resistance.

Osyrus v. Alias

This was a fantasy match up that any old fEar Wrestling fan would want to see any day of the week. The undefeated Fury champion vs. one half of the last team to ever hold the tag team championship… Back then Alias was the man, on his way to the top as he defended his fury championship proudly against all comers. Even against the then rookie newcomer that was making waves in fEar Wrestling… and now formerly known as the 2- time ACW world champion. In that time period, Alias showed he was the better of the two as he defeated Osyrus to retain his title and prove that he was truly one of fEar’s best…

But this isn’t fEar isn’t it?

This is All Star Championship Wrestling… where Osyrus has cemented his name in the annals of sports entertainment; by becoming one of the greenest wrestlers around to turn into one the most successful in his year and a half professional career. You know what both men have done in the past… it’s well documented. But will Alias go two and zero vs. Osyrus, or will the self proclaimed personification of talent show, that even in defeat, he is still one of the best around in…

A

C

W

The still frame shot went away, and the wrestler’s didn’t waste anytime to start this match, as the hook from “Rape Me” played… seconds before Osyrus pushed his way through the black curtain. And anytime wrestling fans would see Osyrus, jeers usually followed… But Osyrus never seemed to mind, drawing in their hatred of him. He just power walked down the ramp way as usual; slight smirk on his face, but not as bright as normal. Osyrus obviously didn’t have the one thing, that he cared for most over his shoulder or around his waist… The World heavyweight title.

Which still made the fans want to jeer and boo as loud as they possibly could… You would wonder if the fans would ever lose their voices as the sound bounce off the high arena walls. After taunting the fans, Osyrus swung himself into the ring, as he walked to the center of the ring… where he tossed both arms into the arm,

”If you hate me so much, try to take me out of this business as I did Silver Hawk…” Osyrus yelling that and other obscenities toward the fans as he smiled, while they hurled trash into the ring at him. His Nirvana theme started to die down, as it was slowly replaced by “Not Over” by The Full Nine… Osyrus’ opponents’ theme song, which made the fans rise out of their seats as Alias would soon be on his way, or so they all thought. It had been a minute as the song played over the PA system, Osyrus angrily pacing in the middle of the ring, never taking his eyes off the entrance way… before the former champion walked to the ropes, leaning over them as he yelled for Alias to come and face him like a man.

That’s when the crowd roared out loud, Alias was spotted. The Team Resistance member slide from under the ring, as the crowd still popped loudly… jumping onto the apron, then entering the ring. As Alias yelled something to Osyrus, he turned and instantly charged, only to be knocked down by a spinning heel kick. It seemed as if Alias was stealing a page from Osyrus’ play book… Not bad, but the larger than life rookie didn’t stay down long, as he took a quick back bump then was right back on his feet while swinging his massive right arm at Alias… who ducked it rather easily and returned the favor with a reverse back elbow, that sent Osyrus to the canvas for the second time in two minutes.

Ding~

The match had officially started while Osyrus slide under the bottom rope, to rethink his game plan… Alias still pumped in the ring, calling for Osyrus to get back in there and fight. But the 2 – time champ was too smart for that. He wouldn’t pull a rookie mistake and get back into the ring, while his opponent had the advantage swinging their way. Instead he paced on the ringside floor while the ref was already reaching five on his count… Osyrus moved closer to the apron as if he was going to come inside as Alias moved closer to him, which was just what Osyrus wanted him to do.

With Osyrus’ brute strength, he pulled Alias from under the bottom rope… and with one arm under Alias’ arm pit, the other on the throat, Osyrus hip tossed the smaller man into the ring steps. The impact of the move made a thunderous sound, Alias was slumped on the ground… probably feeling all the effects. The ref’s count was at six as Osyrus stomped away on Alias’ head, then scooped him up and hurled him into the ring at the count of eight. The balance of power had shifted into Osyrus’ favor as he stood closely behind Alias, watching as the man tried to get back to his feet… before the vicious heel drove his elbow into the small of the back. Alias writhed in pain, just as the former champ leaped into the air with another stiff elbow drop… right where his imaginary bull’s eye must have been. Alias continued to try and scrim away from the lower back attack, Osyrus stopping him in his tracks by grabbing onto Alias’ right leg… but was surprised by a Muay Thai influenced kick right to the side of his head.

While Osyrus stumbled back to regain his composure, Alias did a half spin a rooni to get back to his feet, as he blasted the charging Osyrus with a flurry of high speed punches and kicks… Including one kick to his adversary’s bread basket that brought him to a knee, where Alias then unloaded with ‘Bullets’. And that name seemed appropriate as hard elbows to the back of Osyrus’ neck, while stiff knees blasted ‘the Shooter’ in the nose and face. Alias stopped the onslaught, as the ref pushed him back… where in his opinion, Osyrus had enough. Blood trickling down his lip, rolling off his face as Osyrus looked down and saw it hit the canvas, while rising back to both feet. You could see a look in Alias’ eyes as if he knew he had to continue the pressure, pushing the ref out of the way, while hooking the dazed Osyrus in a half nelson belly to belly suplex…. But Osyrus wasn’t having any of that.

He drove his left knee into Alias’ ribs three times, before countering the hold with a go behind… followed by a half nelson suplex of his known, before snapping his hips and tossing Alias through the air. Even though fans wouldn’t admit it… it was pretty impressive to see Alias tossed though the air, then land chest first with one of Osyrus’ signature suplexes called, The five star suplex… with a unique twist to it. Osyrus followed up the assault with two big time belly to belly suplexes in the center of the ring, before turning Alias on his back to achieve the first pin fall of the night… but Alias kicked out as the ref’s hand went down for only two. When the TV camera zoomed in on Alias’ face, while it was simultaneously shown on the tron, the fans could see the anguish and pain he must have been in… getting worked over by Osyrus’ technically sound game plan, that had very few errors in it. But Alias wasn’t a quitter at all! He tried to fight back with punches to Osyrus’ face after being lifted up and driven into the nearby corner hard with a shoulder block… where Osyrus drove shoulder after shoulder into his one time fEar colleague, before turning to the crowd.

”…look at this guy, did he think that he could survive me? This isn’t fEar, and I am not the same snot nose punk I used to be!” Yapping it up with the fans, as he turned quickly, before driving his boot into Alias’ rib cage. He grabbed Alias by the wrist, shooting him across the ring… Alias tried to counter by hopping over Osyrus, but the pain was too much as he came quickly back down, just as Osyrus was seconds away from ramming him into the turnbuckle sternum first…

BREAKING KAYFABE

The fans in the arena let out a sigh of relief, just as Alias did the only thing he could do to counter that aggression filled steam roller called Osyrus. If the ref wasn’t out of position he would have seen the blatant low blow, where Alias kicked his leg in-between Osyrus’ legs and maybe just maybe, would have been disqualified. As the ‘Tin Angel’ as he is called by some wrestling fans moved closer to Osyrus, holding his rib cage… he spread Osyrus’ legs apart with double leg… before slowly stepping through with his right leg, then leg before he yelled out to the crowd,

”WAKE THE DEVIL!!!!”

Alias’ version of the sharpshooter was locked on, and locked on tight as Osyrus was in the center of the ring trying to scrim his way to the ropes. As Alias held on, and the ref still asking Osyrus if he wanted to give up… the former champ showed his resilience and power, reversing the sharpshooter by grabbing onto Alias’ ankle and pulling down on it roughly. In a matter of seconds, Osyrus was the one in control… having Alias locked in ‘Wake the Devil’ while the pain and frustration grew in both wrestler’s faces. Osyrus was frustrated that Alias was being such a pain in his ass tonight in this match, and Alias… almost touching the ropes with his finger tips, while the ref was asking him if was ready to submit…

”Never…” Alias cried out as he lunged toward the rope, and successfully grabbed it. The ref issuing the five count on Osyrus to let go and release the hold or he would be disqualified… but he refused as he held on, up until the ref reached the count of four. Alias was in serious pain as he still held the rope, just as Osyrus grabbed Alias’ right leg… pulling him into the center of the ring. The ex champ pushed the ref to the side as he mocked Alias by yelling out “Wake the Devil’ as he went for the double leg as Alias did moments ago… Just as Osyrus stepped through and leaned downward, Alias reached up, hooking Osyrus’ neck and under arm… rolling the rookie up in a school boy.

Osyrus kicked away at the last milliseconds before the ref’s hand came down for the three, which surprised the audience big time. Both men got to their feet almost the same time, Osyrus the quicker of the two, went for a clothesline… that was well scouted by Alias, where he ducked and went for the standing side kick. But being the technical marvel that Osyrus was, he pulled in Alias’ leg and tossed Alias on his back with a capture suplex; where incidentally… both men use that suplex in their arsenal. As Alias laid on his back, the end felt like it was near, Osyrus stood over Alias while he smirked toward the camera. He pulled Alias to his feet, hooking the neck and leg for another menacing capture suplex… A lot stiffer than the first one.

Alias laid flat on the canvas as Osyrus showed the crowd what would become of anyone that tried to test him in the ring, annihilation… pure and simple. Alias was starting to stir as Osyrus crotched down, waiting for the perfect moment to finish the job once and for all… Osyrus was going to show everyone who deserved to be the champion of ACW… He wanted to show the rest of Team Winters why they should never look down on him. And most importantly, what would happen to ICU, next time the two men met in the ring…

Alias got to his feet as Osyrus turned him quickly, catching Alias foot again. Alias hopping on one foot was spun by Osyrus… but just as Osyrus was going to attack with whatever he had in mind, he caught a foot right to the side of his face…

The Dragon Whip had knocked Osyrus’ ass out!

The crowd popped as the instant replay was shown as both men were on the canvas. Alias on his back, and Osyrus laying face down, while the ref’s count was at four. Alias was the first one to stir as the crowd cheered him on, a slight smirk on the young man’s face after pulling out a move he saw on Smack Down! Week’s ago. He turned Osyrus onto his back, and thought about making the cover… but he changed his mind. Instead he did a lasso motion in the air as he climbed to the top rope. Osyrus started to stir, just as Alias reached the top as the ref was on the count of four… Suddenly Osyrus shoved the ref into the ropes, knocking Alias off balance but still on the top. With the ref stunned on the floor after hitting the top rope neck first, Osyrus slowly made his way to the corner where Alias was… hung up on the top rope and in a very bad position.

After slightly lifting Alias out of the corner and onto his shoulder… Osyrus spun quickly, releasing Alias’ legs while still holding his head as he decimated his opponent with a top rope Oblivion that got a small pop from the fans. With Alias face down on the canvas, and the ref still dazed… Osyrus kicked the ref away as he slide over to Alias to make the cover. The fans booed every time the ref’s hand hit the canvas… and the crowd erupted when his hand came down for the final time to end the match. As Osyrus rolled off Alias, looking into the lights… he knew it was just a matter of time before he would get ICU back into the ring. Only just a matter of time before he could get his prize possession back, where he then could call himself the 3 –time ACW world heavyweight champion.

Winner: Osyrus

What Could Happen

The door to the parking lot opens up, and Jay Smash heads through, to the outside of the arena. Jay Smash makes his way to his car, until he stops, noticing someone at the corner of his eye, staring back at him from the side of an ACW 18 wheeler. Charlie Loc is seen standing outside in the parking lot, then heads over to Jay Smash, who is still standing in the same position he was in when he stopped.

"Jay... I know how you are feeling right now. Everyone has these moments, but sooner or later they get over it. They feel better. But why do that? Why not keep this rage? What is wrong with the way you feel right now? Right now it feels bad, but I promise you, soon enough, if you can keep the feelings this way, you could feel it changing you into a person you never thought possible.

Jay, just think about it. Why do you want to care? Stop caring, and start living the way you want to live. You are a mad man Jay. You are a psycho, so let it take control, and I promise, if you help it, it will help you. I'll see you again Jay. I'll see you very soon."

Jay Smash looks up from the black ground and takes a breath as the air is seen blowing out from his mouth. He then pulls the duffel bag further up his shoulder and heads to his car, and away from the United Center.

Dirrty. Part Two.

By now Scott Perry had lapped the arena corridor a few times, his teeth gritted hard all the while, but this time he came across a technician. Scott stopped mere millimeters away from the technician’s face. Scott’s breath was bad, he hadn’t cleaned his teeth in weeks and yet, ironically was caught up on his dirty boots.

”Why aren’t they clean?” He yelled, his voice booming off the walls and echoing down the corridor.

Scott grabbed the bumbling technicians collar and yanked him in the air.

“Why… Aren’t… They… CLEAN!?” His voice boomed.

“B—I-I-I-I—Uh, I…” the technician stammered out. Scott dropped him to the floor; the technician fell over.

“Clean my boots!”

The technician started to get up, still bumbling. Scott placed one foot on the back of the technician’s head and pushed his face in to his white boot.

“Lick it.”

The technician tied to get up but any resilience was futile. He gave up and lay there. Scott removed his foot.

“LICK!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.

The scared technician had no choice, as fear rushed through his body he quickly took out his tongue and licked the boot of Scott Perry.

“Is it clean?” Scott asked

No response.

“IS IT CLEAN!?”

“Y-Yessir!” The technician quickly, fearfully replied.

“Good.” And with that he walked away. The technician lay on the floor, humiliated.

ACW World Heavyweight Championship
ICU(c) Vs. Dane Rivers

It had come down to this.

ICU stood no more than thirty feet away from the gorilla position, the ACW World Championship slung over his shoulder, nonchalantly. He looked to the entrance, seeing Dane there, waiting patiently for his music to cue, and for the stagehand to ask him onto the stage, and to head into the ring. In a way, ICU admired the determination of Dane, though he and Rivers were about to engage in a war of not only words, but battle.

"Tear Away" by Drowning Pool started out softly, as a crewmember gestured for Rivers to start out, and ICU to take Dane’s spot at the entrance. He didn’t look out the curtain, this his first World Title defense ever in ACW and against one of the most prominent newcomers into All-Star Championship Wrestling. ICU was called out, barely able to hear the stage director, as the crowd erupted.

He split the curtain into two, holding the World title high over his head with his fist. He and his fans had been waiting for this ever since ICU stepped foot into ACW, but as he slowly walked down the ramp, and stared Dane in the eyes, as he leaned against the ropes, not a care in the world. ICU reassured himself that he was okay, they he had the experience and this would be quick, but the question still remained in his and everyone else’s head.

Could ICU lost his title after a week of being champion?

Only time would tell. ICU climbed the steel stairs, and as he looked up, still saw Rivers in the ring. It was well known that the challenger got out the ring when the champion entered, to show respect, but it was clear that Dane had none of that for ICU. ICU looked down at his title, knowing he would hold it high at the end of this match, before giving it to the referee. Both men took opposite corners….

Winters Inc. vs. Team Resistance.

Rookie vs. Veteran

Challenger vs. Champion

Dane Rivers vs. ICU

And with that, the bell sounded.

The two men circled, pacing themselves for this long tedious match that was about occur. They locked up in the middle of the ring, their feet on top of the ACW logo painted on the canvas. Dane drove ICU into the corner, delivering several knee strikes to ICU’s midsection. The champion let out grunts as Rivers with the strikes.

Dane backed off, his brain searching for another move to punish ICU with, but as he brought his arm back to strike, ICU ducked the clothesline and slid out of the corner, turning Dane around, and delivered his own series on punches to Rivers. He then lifted him onto the top rope, showing his brute strength, and hooked him for a superplex…but…

Dane had awakened now, and threw some punches to the kidneys of ICU, pushing him down onto the canvas, Dane then, with his massive frame, stood perched, waiting for ICU, and when he did stand, Rivers took off with a flying clothesline, connecting with ICU’s chest, knocking both men off their feet.

Dane was the first to stand up, and pulling ICU to his feet, he whipped him off the ropes, and bent over to flip ICU over onto his back, but as ICU bounced off the ropes, he saw Dane bent over, and delivered a stiff kick to his face. Dane fell to his knees, and rolled around the ring in agony only to be met by a hard soccer kick to his kidneys. ICU smiled, he knew he was in charge of this match early, but the question is how long?

ICU started to stomp Dane, not letting him get his strength back, not letting him use his size. ICU lifted the weary Dane to his feet, delivering a snap suplex like he had been doing it for years.. Dane landed on the hard unforgiving canvas, and stayed still, lying flat on his back, ICU went for the pin.

1…

2…

Rivers threw ICU and as he unleashed his fury over the way he had been dominated the whole night, with 3 furious right hands then a hard side kick to ICU’s chin. This time, ICU fell hard alike Dane had done early in the match. Dane lifted him up, and lifted him in the air for a suplex, but stalled it…

1 second.

2 seconds.

3 seconds…and it went on like that for a good minute, the blood rushing to ICU’s head. Dane could hear the champion talking, "Throw me down." Dane laughed, and then slammed ICU on the squared circle. He didn’t stop there, walking to ICU’s legs, and putting him in the Shining Light. He applied pressure to it, as ICU crawled with all his brute strength to the ropes. He reached out, just fingertips away from breaking The Shining Light…he gave it one more burst of energy, and grabbed the red rope, as the referee made him break the hold.

ICU lay on the mat, and Dane knew this was his time to capitalize, his time to become ACW World Champion. He pulled ICU up, standing behind him, ready to administer his sleeper hold, until the arena exploded with the entrance of Jason Kain. Dane looked down the ramp to see him, it had been a week since they were last acquainted. Jason sauntered down the ramp, and as Dane leaned over the ropes, speaking to him, ICU was slowly making his way to his feet.

Rookie mistakes.

"Fuck do you want?" Kain smiled, then waived, and turned around to walk up the ramp. Rivers thought nothing of it, and turning around, thought he was going back to work on ICU, but ICU capitalized, and moments later, Dane Rivers was in Critical Condition…as ICU went for the pin.

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2.

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ICU retained his championship, grabbing his title, he climbed the turnbuckle and hoisted his title over his shoulder, as Dane Rivers rolled out the ring and began walking up the ramp, holding his neck. Jason Kain walked through the curtain, looking back at Dane, he mumbled under his breath.

"Fuckin’ rookie."

Dane turned around, walking backwards, but facing ICU, as he held his championship title up. Dane knew that’d be him someday, just not today. ICU looked at him, and nodded, as Dane did the same, but as Dane turned around, he mumbled his last words of the night.

"This ain’t over…this ain’t over by a long shot."

Winner: ICU