LIVE! on February 2nd 2003
from the Kemper Arena, Kansas City.

PREVIOUSLY... It seemed as if the word politics was literally taking over the World. There can be politics on many things, such as the current state of affairs in Iraq, and the current state of affairs tonight in the Kemper Arena in Kansas City. As things looked to be taking a turn for the worse two weeks ago, Winters' ACW Address last Sunday sounded out for a positive mood to tonight's show, and positively was the way that he wanted to go forward in ACW, but there was one half of the ACW staff, whom did not have such a positive outlook on the future, and it was now time for those men, to take action...

Pink Slip

Joe walked around in Winters office. He hadn’t understood the long letter that he received asking him to come to the arena today. But it was hand-typed by Ethan, so it couldn’t be that good...suddenly the intercom speaker clicked on. A soft squeal was heard, then the familiar voice of Ethan Winters.

“Joe, I’ll be in there in a moment. You just sit your ass down, and wait.”

Suddenly the door flew open, and the ever present pair of sunglasses was the first thing recognizable in the flash of light flooding the room.

“I thought you said keeping him would be a good idea, Joe?” Ethan slowly walked through the doorway and toward his desk. He sat down and looked at Joe for a moment, waiting his response.

“Who sir?” Joe piped in.

“Not the answer I was looking for, Joe.” Winters opened a drawer and pulled out a pink piece of paper and laid it on his desk.

“You do know what this is, don’t you?”

Joe winced at the sight of it. “Yes sir, it’s a pink slip.”

“And you know what it means right?”

“Jason Kain is fired?”

“No… Jason Kain isn’t fired. His lawyers had the opportunity to build a case against me just in case I decided to fire him.” Winters pulled off his sunglasses and folded them up. “You see, if I had fired him when I had thought to do so, they wouldn’t have gotten the information on Dante’s involvement… making it so that they put Dante behind bars, AND sue the pants off my federation.”

“Well, then why do you have me here, sir?”

“Ah, yes. You see, someone came up with this brilliant idea to keep him because he brings in money.”

“He does, sir. Lots of it! You should have seen his shirt sales!”

“Yes, but now he’s not going to be making ANY money… he’s out for SIX WHOLE FREAKIN’ MONTHS!!! A fractured spinal column, a severely sprained neck, a cranial contusion, and a heavy concussion… this does not equal me making money. In fact, Joe… it means me losing a LOT of money… So I’ve decided to make some… ahem… roster cuts.”

Joe shuffled his feet as he looked over to Winters’ big list of wrestling employees, expecting him to walk over to it and ask his opinion. But Winters never got out of his seat. Instead Joe felt the tap of a paper plane hit him in the chest.

“Tell your wife that she needs to be the pants in the family now, Joe...”

Joe looked down to see the name on the pink slip in his lap. 

Joe McDaniel

And along with that he put himself in the record books, the first man to cry in ACW TV...

Watch This...

"It's pretty crazy, you no show one week and then you get booked against a chick...fuckin Winters, I tell ya.."

Max Douglas bitched as he stood in the entry way waiting to go on for his match against Jade Greene. It's true, he had no showed 2 weeks prior, but still Max had always thought people and things should accommodate to his needs...

"Not my fault...shit...Winters is a fuckin' dick anyways.."

Just as he said that Ethan Winters just so happened to be walking by. He turned to Douglas and looked at him. He had a puzzled look on his face.

"Who the hell are you?"

Winters asked Max, knowing it would crush his ego.

"Whoever the hell you are, you better get your shit together and do what we pay you to do, and that's wrestle, not bitch."

Douglas looked Winters up and down. He wasn't scared, he just knew Winters was right. Max looked down at his wrists and fists, and began re-taping it. The production manager signaled for Douglas to be ready. Max started toward the curtain, but before he did he had 2 words for Winters.

"Watch this.."

Excellent

Dane looked refreshed. 

He opened the glass door to the inside of the arena, the first time he’d ever been here, or Kansas City for that matter. The place was quiet for a change, but Rivers spotted a staff member on a break, and he walked over.

He had only been here a few weeks, so all the names, he didn’t know yet, but the nametag on the man’s shirt changed that. “Doug...hey...you seen a short guy lately, by the name of Quinton May?” 

The man pushed his glasses up and set his clipboard on a nearby trashcan..."Quinton...nah, heard he had been in the hospital or something, haven’t seen him, man.”

“Excellent.” 

Dane turned and walked toward his dressing room, he had things to do tonight, a lot to get taken care of.

And he didn’t need to worry about May in the process.

Enslaved Vs Geo Vacton

    

Enslaved, the 290lb six-foot-seven beast "shut the fuck up" walked down to the ring to the pounding of "Ungovernable Force" by Conflict. He gave few gestures to the crowd except for smacking someone's hand away when they tried to grab his muscular forearm from over the guard rail. He shuck them off and slapped his chest, showing his might. He was the alpha male. He entered the ring, circled it and shuck his head at the crowd that he was about to entertain. He stretched his leg out on the turnbuckles and clicked his boots, making sure they were secured tightly.

As Enslaved prepared for the match, the arena exploded with the sound of "TNT" by AC/DC. The dynamite kid stormed out into the arena with his United States Championship belt dangling over his shoulder. He hopped around down the ramp as he gave high fives and winks to crowd fully engaged in singing every memorized word of "TNT."

"'Cos I'm T-N-T! I'm Dynamite!"

Vacton slid into the ring and danced around at the light show provided by the flash photography. Enslaved stalked him, but Vacton paid little attention as he stepped onto the second turnbuckle and held his arms out to the crowd. He held his title up and let the crowd pop as he handed it to a grip outside of the ring. Enslaved snarled, he was disgusted by Geo Vacton's popularity. The bell sounded and Enslaved wasted no time in making the first move.

Vacton dropped to the mat after being hit by Enslaved's huge arms in a standard clothesline. The crowd immediately booed Enslaved as he shuck his head, implying that Vacton would be no match for him. Vacton quickly proved this theory wrong by grabbing both of Enslaved's legs and clipping him to the ground. Vacton bounced up, hit the ropes, jumped over Enslaved, hit the ropes again, jumped onto the middle rope, spun around in midair and committed a back flip splash type move onto the recovering Enslaved. Geo was being quick, he was already realizing that he would have to be in order to defeat the monster Enslaved.

Geo didn't stop. He grabbed the arm of his opponent and locked on an arm bar stopping Enslaved from standing immediately. Enslaved contorted his body to relieve any pain being inflicted and used his mite to throw Vacton off of him. Vacton spun around as he was thrown into the nearby turn buckles and then slid out of Enslaved's reach as he tried to grab him. Enslaved returned to his feet and was met by a lockup from Vacton. Enslaved won the lockup and shoved Vacton away, allowing him to kick him in the stomach and hit a throw out DDT. Vacton flipped over the body of Enslaved as his body his the mat and both men laid on the mat for a moment.

Vacton held the back of his head as Enslaved dragged him up off the mat. Enslaved tosses Vacton into the ropes, and planned on hitting me a back body drop but it was stopped as Vacton leap frogged over him and hit the ropes behind Enslaved. Vacton threw himself into Enslaved using his chest but Enslaved didn't go down. Enslaved stumbled forward, however, giving Vacton the opportunity to pounce on him with a bulldog. Vacton was again realizing the need to slow down Enslaved, so he grabbed his left leg and locked on a figure four.

Vacton put the move on hard, Enslaved was yelling and gasping through his mask. The referee slid down next to Enslaved to ask him if he gave up, but Enslaved flung his arms at the referee to knock him away. The referee for the message and checked the hold for any illegal maneuvers. Enslaved fought back, slowly turning onto his side, and then finally onto his stomach reversing the pressure onto Vacton. Geo squealed and fought to get to the ropes. He dragged himself and Enslaved to the ropes where he clung on until the referee ordered Enslaved
to release the hold. 

Both men were slowed down by the move, but Enslaved seemed to have gotten the lighter side of it, although he now had a slight limp. He pounded on his chest and again picked Vacton up off the floor. He hoisted him up in the air with a gorilla press and dropped him behind his back and carelessly took a few steps forward as Vacton hit the mat. Enslaved pretended to dust his hands off as if Vacton wasn't providing him much of a challenge. He scooped Vacton up and stuck his head between his legs as he held his arms out to show his about to deliver a disastrous move.

The Midnight Riot, as Enslaved called his called his short arm power bomb was indeed disastrous as Vacton lay on the mat. Enslaved grinned through his mask and cockily swayed his head from side to side as he climbed up onto the top rope. The ropes seemed to bend under his weight. He lined himself up with Vacton and caught his balance. The crowd booed hysterically as he again held his hands out and prepared to leap off the top rope. He made his jump of faith and sprawled his arms and legs out for the top rope splash, but it was missed as Vacton rolled out of the way to a big pop from the crowd.

Enslaved had hit the mat hard and Vacton was still recovering from the power bomb. Geo slowly rose to his feet and stumbled around the ring. Enslaved stood up and shaked off the damage, he was more angry than hurt. Enslaved charged at Vacton and was hit with a drop kick. Vacton got up immediately and grabbed Enslaved as he was getting to his feet. He tossed him into the turnbuckles and then ascended to the second turn buckle and began unloading on the head of Enslaved. 

He fought back, however, and grabbed onto his legs planning on power bombing him again as he stepped away from the turnbuckles, but Vacton put out another amazing move and reversed it into a hurricanranna. As Enslaved lay on the mat behind him confused, Vacton quickly climbed up the ropes and leapt off, as Enslaved stood up, and hit a mesmerizing cross body.

Enslaved his the mat and Vacton wasted little time going for the pin. The referee made the count, but Enslaved pumped Vacton off of him and tossed him away. Vacton stood up, visibly angry at Enslaved mighty resistance, and paced around the ring. Enslaved slowly came to a stand locked up with Vacton once more. The hold was broken as both men applied an equal amount of strength. They locked up again, and were again forced to back down. Both men took a few steps back and circled each other. There came another lockup, finally this one being won by Vacton who used his leverage to deliver a fishermen's suplex.

Vacton continued to pace around the ring, he was going to let Enslaved get up before he stuck again. As Enslaved slowly got to his feet, Vacton Irish whipped him into the turnbuckles and set Enslaved up on the ropes. Putting his knees on his stomach, Vacton monkey flipped Enslaved into the middle of the ring and then ran back to the turnbuckles to climb to the top where he comfortably got his balance and looked at Enslaved. Vacton turned around, looked to the crowd, and then back flipped off the rope to land on Enslaved with a tremendous moonsault. The crowd went insane.

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

Geo drove off of the crowds intensity and strutted around the ring, cheering them on. Vacton swung him arms around as if he was loosening up his shoulders and then made some sort of unknown signal to the crowd. Enslaved shuck his head and stood up, obviously disoriented from the blows he had taken from Vacton. As he made a groggy charge at Vacton, Geo gave him a swift kick to the stomach and grabbed his head. He called out the crowd, but it wasn't the Geocide they were about to see. Vacton brought Enslaved up into a knock-out suplex, but just as Enslaved was going to hit the mat, Vacton locked on a dragon sleeper. The Vactonation, as Vacton called it, was a devastating move.

Vacton locked it on hard and didn't let go. Enslaved was audibly in pain as Vacton further arched his knee to apply more pressure onto Enslaved already aching back. Vacton would let down on the move from time to time, but only to jerk it right back into full throttle a second later. It was killing Enslaved. The referee checked Enslaved condition, but he didn't seem to be ready to quit. Vacton dropped the hold and let Enslaved wither on the mat. Geo went for the pin, but Enslaved still had enough fight left in him to get out of it. Vacton paced around the mat, he was getting tired even though he hadn't been on the receiving end for a while.

Enslaved got his feet again, but didn't charge at Vacton. He stumbled around and stayed close to the ropes, as did Vacton, as they stalked each other. There was another lockup, and this time Enslaved won. Enslaved whipped Vacton into the ropes and went for a clothes line. Vacton ducked, kicking up the intensity of the match. Enslaved turned around and tried to grab Vacton on the return, but again Vacton evaded it. Vacton jumped onto the ropes and again back flipped off hitting Enslaved with another cross body/moonsault type move. Vacton bounced off Enslaved as the two hit the mat, and then took a few steps back. He crotched down and waited for Enslaved to stand again.

Enslaved got to his feet, and was met immediately with a kick to the stomach. Vacton spun Enslaved around, gave it a little hop because of the height of Enslaved and set him up for a reverse DDT into a spin doctor.. Or better known to fans of Vacton as the...

GEOCIDE!! 

Vacton hit his trademark finisher, the Geocide, and fell on top of Enslaved going down for the pin. The referee slid to the middle of the ring to make the count. There was no question about it, Vacton had the match won. The arena exploded with cheers as the bell sounded and "TNT" flooded the arena once more. Vacton rose to his feet, stumbled back and rested on the turnbuckles.

The referee retrieved Vacton's belt and handed it to him as Vacton took a few steps forward. Enslaved shuck off the hurt and stood up. There was a tense moment as Geo and Enslaved gazed into each others eyes. Vacton held out his right hand as he used his left hand to adjust the title on his shoulder. Enslaved stared at Vacton's hand, and then slapped it away. He spat on the mat and walked out of the ring. Vacton shrugged at Enslaved's refusal to shake his hand and climbed up to the second rope to hold his belt up to the crowd.

Winner: Geo Vacton

Confusion

Though dark with no picture, the ACW is still on the air, live with thousands of people watching. A deep voice is heard through the darkness, yet nothing else can be seen by the fans.

'Since the beginning of time, man has changed in ways nobody would have imagined. As an infant became a child, a child into a teenager, a teenager into an adult, through manhood, the life of a human being has never changed, but instead altered in some ways. And as time goes by, from the beginning to present day, we learn more about change and we live with it. 

There is life, and then there is death, and with that, we become different, unique in ways that nobody else could be. From Martin Luther King Jr., to Albert Einstein; Elvis Presley to Richard Simmons; Or Mike Tyson to Denis Rodman. All with something they had that made them so very great, in so many different ways. And out of thousands of different people we remember through time, there is a man that would give it all to be remembered as nothing but unique. He calls himself, different....'

"Then again, is being different really different at all? I mean, if everyone is different than anyone else, doesn't that make him or her just as similar as everyone else? Really, if all of us are completely different, then that is a similarity we all have. I'm not different, nor am I like any of you. I am not at the bottom, nor am I at the top. I don't take the left and I don't take the right. Now if you are just wondering how this is possible like everyone else, then you are just like everyone else.

 But what makes me what I am? Because I'm Jay Smash, and your not."

'Jay Smash.... Because you are different and he is not.'

'Brought to you in part by...Dave's Auto Shop, we ain't don'a job, until you don'a payin.'

As the fans try to keep their laughter in, the footage goes to a cut, then Jay Smash is seen standing next to Ralph in the backstage area as he stares out from the big screen out to the fans in the arena.

"Well, would you look at this. An arena filled with people. Tell me people, are you different? Would you like to be different? Do you wanna be like me? Ha, yeah I saw that guy that yelled yes, you fricken poser. Haha, well, who is telling you that you have to be different? Why does a difference make you more interesting than everyone else who is trying to be different? Hell, I'm not saying I'm not different. I'm not saying I'm any different than you are, because that would make me just like everyone else. Confused yet? 

Well just wait till later....the confusion is just the beginning...."

A Dynamite Proposal

It was a scene no one had ever seen on Courage, Geo Vacton and Ethan Winters, together. Winters sat in his desk with a smug look on his face as he tapped his pen. Vacton gazed forward at Winters as he moved from side to side in his chair, waiting to find out his reason for being called to Winters' office.

"So...boss, you wanted to see me?" Vacton said rather tensely and stretched his arm out to the side.

Winters grinned. "Hmm.. Yes... Geo, Mr. Vacton, I have a proposal for you. A chance that will only come once. An opportunity of a lifetime! I want to make you a star! I want to turn you into what you're destined to be!"

Vacton scrunched his forehead and tilted his head.

"Geo.. Times are rough right now in the company for me, I'll be honest, and you know that. There's going to be a lot of arguments over the next few weeks between me and... a few people, and I need to know where you stand. I need to know if you're with me, or if you're against me." Winters removed a file from a stack of folders on his desk. 

"But.. Let me make myself clear, you Do Not want to be against Me."

Vacton realized what Winters was talking about and grinned. He snapped his fingers and leaned forward. 

The scene went black, there was a hush in the crowd as they wondered what Vacton was going to do or say.

Purpose?

A lot of things had been going around Dante's mind recently, not only was he being attacked by scorned women who's boyfriend he had put in intensive care, but Winters actually thought that Dante cared enough to be on anyone's side of this little squabble the owners where having...he was just in ACW to knock some heads together, to pass the time.

It was bad enough that nobody could really challenge him in ACW, never mind anywhere else, but Dante was becoming very bored over the last few weeks. Any Winters INC meetings where usually taken up by Winters and Dubbs yabbing on, and Osyrus looking at him in a different manner from a few weeks ago.

Something in Dante's mind told him that he struck fear in everyone, including the current ACW World Champion, and that was something he had pride for. As he entered the arena for the night, his name vacant from the card, he dropped his bags in a spare locker room, and searched for Winters...a search which did not take him long, as he found Winters shouting at some unknown delivery boy, who had seemingly bashed around his package, which was a brand new pair of shades.

"Look at them! They are all bent up! You idiot!"

"Sir, I promise you, the journey was bump-less, this could not have been my fault..."

Dante sighed as he looked at how the owner was being burnt up from one little thing, Dante took a few steps forward and then brushed the young man out of the way, he wanted to get this over and done with quickly.

"Winters, I'm not on the card, so I'm leaving. Now."

He had taken Winters by shock a little, but after a few seconds thought, Winters nodded with acceptance, as if Dante was looking for it, and then went right back to the delivery boy.

"Listen, I want to speak to your manager!"

Dante walked away from Winters...something he had thought about doing a few times in his short ACW career.

Max Douglas Vs. Jade

    

The voice of Avril Lavigne began to stir the crowd up as Jade appeared at the top of the ramp while "Unwanted" played out to the audience in the Kemper Arena. It had been quite a while since the fans had seen her in the ring, but they still greeted her warmly in Kansas City as they remembered her actions against one Dante Inferno a few weeks back and as she rolled into the ring, she walked into the corner and awaited her first ACW opponent in quite a while.

"Raw" by Staind started to kick up but before you can hear the words to it, its turned off as Max Douglas stands at the top of the ramp looking into the ring at Jade. Douglas slowly ran his hand through his long black hair, and put his head down. He sighed and raised his head up and once again looked directly into the ring at Jade.

"You know something?" 

A smirk suddenly grew on his face.

"I'm not goin' to fight you, Jade. Nope, as a matter of fact, I'm going to step into that ring, lay down and let you pin me, because, hey, I'm a good guy like that..."

The crowd didn't know how to react, as Douglas reached the ring and Jade seemed to have a few worries about what was about to happen. Max climbed up onto the apron and continued as he stepped between the ropes..

"Now Jade, don't fret, oh no, don't worry. Just because you pin me now, doesn't mean there won't be any pinning tonight back at the Ramada, cause you know you want it. C'mon, don't kid yourself."

Jade looked disgusted with Douglas and decided to let him know it by spitting at him. Luckily Max dodged out of the way and continued the taunting...

"Whoa Jade. Didn't know you were a spitter, but hey you can do all the spitting you want when we get back to the hotel...just pin me now, pick a position.."

Jade was obviously to her boiling point with her face growing bright red and her eyes widened as she looked at Douglas' cocky smile on the mat. Max dropped the microphone to the mat as the bell rang, the match was official starting... 

He made his way to the middle of the ring where he lay down, just as he had said. Jade, just wants to get the hell out of there, so she quickly steps forward and bent down to cover Douglas...but as she bent over she was met with brass knuckles to the forehead...

BOOM!

Her body hit the canvas with authority and the ref had seen the whole thing. He signaled for the bell to ring and began to try to revive the unconscious jade. 

Max shrugged, and then began the trip back to his locker room, nothing like a good nights work...

Winner: Jade by DQ

The Meeting Pt1

For around the 5th week in succession, Dunn and Boyd were in the opposite half of the building to their fellow owner, Ethan Winters. Weeks and weeks of professional neglect from Ethan Winters had led Dunn and Boyd to lead a group of around 10 men to a one week strike, and now Winters had given them the chance to voice their concerns publicly, in the middle of the ring, on the second half of the show.

As the duo watched on at a replay of Max Douglas nearly beheading Jade, they winced as Jade's head slammed off the mat in a sickening bump...

"That girl hasn't had much luck has she? Being kidnapped, her boyfriend in hospital, and now it looks like she is gonna join him," Boyd said as he pulled up a chair before a small desk which had a minimal amount of paperwork on it.

"Yeah, she'll bounce back for sure, along with Kain...no doubt he'll be back in a few months to get back at Dante, but Boyd, we've got other things to attend to, how goes the negotiations?"

Dunn and Boyd were busy during the one week strike, a few phone calls and a few meetings with prospective talents had lead to dead ends however, as no wrestler is going to sign for a federation which is headed by someone who knows nothing about the business.

"I'm worried Boyd. Winters is a smart man, and this whole "public meeting" thing stinks of a backstabbing to me, but we have to speak to him, no matter what the consequences may be..."

"How about we go and see if we can get a small meeting with him just now? Leave this public thing alone and get it over and done with?"

Dunn pondered as he bit his index finger, and as he released it, he nodded in agreement, and opened the door.

"The door sir?"

"Thank you."

Their mood was about to change...indefinitely.

Truth

"Today, we stand as a nation, that is known for its freedom. Yet others take this in a bad way. Some use this right of freedom to tear our nation down. But with courage from young men and women, or those who have fought to keep this nation alive before us, keep the world we live in as great a place as possible. 

But through all of the fighting, what do we end up seeing ourselves as after fighting back? We call ourselves heroes. What is a hero really, but a person who has given lives of others more meaning, by a way of showing a courage that nobody else could do in the worst-case scenario. And if you look deeper into a hero, you see that through all of the work it took to become this person, you not only did good to get there, but it took some bad as well. And because of this, how do you become any better than what you are fighting against? 

Why are you so special? Is it because you were the only one with the testicular fortitude to take these matters into your own hands when those thinking the same exact thing did nothing? Do these people love a hero because a hero is this guy that everyone wishing they could be all because they did something you only hoped could happen or something you wish you could do, and just made it even greater than you imagined? 

What really is a hero? 

A hero, is no different than the person you see in the mirror everyday. When the heroes are out doing the good for the world as we like to call it, we are sitting at home watching TV, for the good of the actors and actresses, the cameramen, the producers, or the directors. We are not only doing the good for them, but we are doing well for ourselves, because we are sitting at home comfortable eating chips and drinking beer. This reason is because no one is stupid enough to start wars or try to bomb other nations.

It all lies inside the question.... What if? What if everyone had a home? What if everyone came home to a nice couch or bed, and a hot dinner on the table with a beautiful wife and a couple children running around? What if their were not bills or taxes to pay? Who needs them anyway? Nobody likes them, not even those upstairs, so why the hell do we need them? 

They aren't doing any good. We are all being a bunch of rats in a maze, when we could be the eagle that is on the back of your quarters, being free like we are supposed to be. What happened to that? And I'm not just talking about our lives here in America; I'm talking about everyone. Everyone does not mean those of you listening to me tonight. Everyone mean the whole world. The rich, the poor, the homeless, the sick, the healthy.

But I guess we are nowhere close to a world like that. Instead we have a commercial for Walgreens.... a store here in America that sells a bunch of stuff. That's what the commercial says is the closest to a utopia. A fricken building that sells staplers is not a utopia, it's a bunch of cement put together to form a large structure filled with things we use in our daily lives for useless things in the household, after buying them from workers who would rather be kissing a donkey's ass. 

In the end there really is nothing else to say, because in the end, who is really gonna remember what I said the next day? Tell this one to the president; Jay Smash would be more than happy to create a world better than our own. And that ladies and gentlemen, is the truth. Now here is something else you might want to remember, when I am going out to the ring to face Anima in a match with hardcore rules. 

It's time to be a hero."

A Dynamite Proposal Part 2

The scene was back in Winters' office. Winters shuffled through the file he had taken out earlier and folded the pages over to what appeared to be a contract. Vacton still had a grin on his face. 

"Well, Geo, I think you can see that it is imperative that you take My side on this matter. You're career here in ACW isn't safe unless you sign into me regime, onto my team!" There was a trail of panic and excitement in Winters' voice. 

"You know what I'm asking you, Geo, I'm asking you to join Winters Inc."

The crowd booed and then quieted to a hush.

Vacton smirked and looked at the contract before him.

"Geo, I understand if you want to talk to your manager about this...but I'd like it back by tonight, you know, I need to know as a sort of 'insurance.'"

Geo shuck his head. "No, no, that's fine. My mind is made. I don't need Magick to make this decision for me."

Winters bit his lip. 

The sternness in Vacton's voice wasn't positive. "

Well, that's.. That's great then! Here, here's a pen!" Winters handed Geo a pen. Geo looked down at the pen and shuck his head. After a few moments of looking over the contract some more, Vacton took the lid off of the pen and brought it down near the paper. Winters was sweating. Vacton stopped, brought the pen up and put the lid back on it.

Vacton put the pen down and leaned back on his chair, Winters was in shock. 

"Huh? What? what are you doing?"

Geo leaned forward an inch. "I'm not signing."

"Huh? What? Why?" Was all that Winters could manage to spit out.

Geo shuck his head. "First of all, this is a blue pen. I only use black ones!" Geo held the pen up and threw it at Winters' chest. "Second of all, I've already pledged my allegiance to the fans.." There was a pop from the crowd. "And to two men by the names of Charlie Dunn and Jimmy Boyd!" Vacton stood up as the crowd roared. He began to leave the room as Winters jumped up from behind his desk.

"You can't do that! Not in my company! I own you, Geo! I own you!"

Geo turned around and looked at Winters. Geo raised an eyebrow at him and shuck his head. 

Vacton left the room, letting his actions speak louder than words.

Negotiations

Tap.  

Tap.  

Tap.

The sound of a pen hitting the solid wood from a desk was heard, then the scene of Boyd sitting in his big, black leather chair was seen.  He was tapping nervously, and his right leg was propped up over his knee.  Then, another man was seen.  He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, and only the back of the hood was visible.

“So,” Boyd broke the awkward silence.  “About two weeks ago…You,” he looked up and was shot a cold glare from the man.  “It was an honest mistake.  Anybody could have done it.”  He smirked a bit, then lost the humor as he caught the same look as before.  The hooded man leaned forward.

“Listen.”  His low, raspy voice was one unfamiliar, but harsh enough to derive Boyd’s full attention.  “You said this was my chance.  I’m not here to have cake and ice cream with you,” he said as he stood up.  “I’m here to get my contract.  So I can fight on a regular basis.  That’s the only reason I haven’t torn your ugly mug from your neck.”  He stood up straight, and fixed the cup of pens he had knocked over.  “See ya later, boss.”

Boyd’s jaw was locked half from fear, and half from shock that a man that wasn’t even signed yet had said something like that to him.  The hooded man turned and headed for the door.  The scar running on the right side of his mouth was familiar, however.  It was the man who had caused five injuries two weeks ago in Washington, and then was arrested due to Boyd’s lack of information.  

This could get interesting...

Watch This Too...

Douglas had just gotten done dressing back out into his street clothes. He was pretty happy with the way the night had gone so far. Though he could've lived without the incident with Ethan Winters, but all in all, he had enjoyed himself. He swung open the locker room door, and began to walk down the hallway with his gym bag draped over his shoulder when an ACW assistant strolled up to him.

"Winters is looking for you, man. His office is right over there."

He pointed a few doors down and to the left. Douglas looked down and sighed. He had already convinced himself that this was about earlier or about hitting a girl. He knew Winters would probably find a reason to bitch at him. 

"What the hell does he want? Do you know?"

The assistant just shook his head at Max. Douglas shrugged and confidently walked toward the office of Ethan Winters, co-owner of ACW. Before he knocked, Max muttered to himself..

"Watch this.."

HARDCORE RULES
Jay Smash Vs. Anima

    

The Kemper Arena began to shake as 'Raise Up' by Saliva picked up through the PA system. The fans got to their feet, popped out their Jay Smash signs, and cheered as Jay Smash himself, made his way through the crowd, followed by a spotlight from above. Jay Smash hopped over the barricade, slid under the bottom rope, entering the ring. Instead of taunting on the turnbuckle, Jay Smash slid right back out of the ring from the other end, and pulled up the ring apron, already digging for weapons.

At that time, the music cut, and 'Diary Of A Madman' by A Perfect Circle took over. Anima, made his way out onto the stage, when Jay Smash was seen running up the ramp with a chair already in his hand. Jay Smash charged Anima with the chair in front of him staring up at Anima, who tried to turn back around to get away. The chair made contact straight into Anima's back, dropping Anima to the ground up on the stage.

Jay Smash continued the beating with stomps to Anima's back, and another chair shot. Jay Smash raised Anima back to his feet, grabbed him by the head and dropkicked the chair into Anima's chest, sending Anima back through the curtain. Jay Smash held his leg after landing hard on the steel stage, but he got back to his feet and popped backstage through the curtain. Before Jay Smash could see what was going on in the backstage area, he found himself on the ground after a glass bottle shattered into his face.

Anima had control of the match and went for a pin after the shot in the face with the glass bottle.

1...

2...

Jay Smash got his shoulder off the concrete floor, stopping the pin by the ref. Anima stood Jay Smash up, and raised Jay Smash off the ground into a bear hug position. Anima took a deep breath, squeezed Jay Smash as hard as he could, then made his way at two crates stacked on top of each other, slamming Jay Smash hard into both. Both crates, with Anima and Jay Smash crashed down as both men landed on the fallen crates. Jay Smash turned away from Anima, holding his face from the shot with the glass bottle. Anima slowly made his way back to his feet, while he moved towards a pile of extra led pipes not connected to the Courage set up, leaning on a wall next to Jay Smash.

Anima pushed every pipe off the wall, and every pipe went crashing down over Jay Smash's body. Anima grabbed Jay Smash by the arm and slid him out from under the pipes, covering him for the count.

1...

2...

Once again Jay Smash got his shoulder up, as Anima stared at the ref, a little impatient. Anima stood up from his kneeling position on the ground and he slapped the back of Jay Smash's head while Jay tried to get to his feet. Anima pulled Jay Smash up by the hair, then slapped Jay Smash across the face. Jay Smash fell to one knee, but continued to get back up. Anima repeated himself, as Jay Smash fell back to one knee. When Anima took a second to raise his hands in the air, Jay Smash shot his arm off the ground and delivered a low blow to Anima! Anima's eyes and mouth opened wide after the shot and he found himself now on his knees as Jay Smash stood up to slap Anima across the face.

Jay Smash picked Anima up by the back of the head and threw Anima head first into the wall that the led pipes were once leaning against. Anima held the top of his head tight, and span off the wall. Anima headed through the first hallway seen, trying to find a place to turn around, but Jay Smash followed closely, punching Anima with closed fists every time he turned around. Anima swung around with a punch, but Jay Smash ducked and knocked Anima down with knee shots to the kidneys.

Anima finally got to an opened door, and entered into a locker room. Suddenly, Anima was shot back out with, what looked like smoke, following him. Anima covered his face, and kneeled down on the ground, trying to get his sight back. When Anima could see, he turned to the locker room, finding Ralph standing there with a fire extinguisher. Jay Smash punched Anima from the side, with a surprise shot while Anima was paying attention to Ralph. Jay Smash went for a pin.

1...

2...

Anima grabbed Jay Smash by the back of the neck, flipped him over like a headlock take down, stopping the pin, and kept his headlock grip on Jay Smash. Ralph tried to pull Anima off Jay Smash by the legs but he was unable to take Anima off Jay. Ralph picked the fire extinguisher back up and sprayed it out at Anima. Before Ralph had squeezed the handle back, Anima pulled Jay Smash up in front of him, causing the extinguisher to spray into Jay Smash's face instead.

Anima took the headlock off of Jay Smash and he stood up, staring at Ralph. Ralph tossed the extinguisher at Anima, but Anima caught it with one hand and stared at Ralph until he ran way. Anima turned back around to continue the match but Jay Smash was gone. Anima stuck his head into the locker room, and, big mistake, as he came back out, falling to the ground from a chair shot to the side of the face by Jay Smash who was at the side of the door. Jay Smash did not cover Anima after the chair shot, but instead, he picked Anima up off the ground and kicked him around, further down the hallway.

When Anima hit the end of the hallway next to a door, he stood back up and leaned against it. The sounds of footsteps were heard, going faster and faster through the hallway, until Jay Smash popped into the picture, delivering a spear to Anima, through the door, and into the main lobby of the arena. 

Fans out in the lobby began to crowd the area as they cheered. Jay Smash and Anima both got to their feet and threw punches at each other one after the other. While both men were getting their energy, the punches were thrown out harder and faster. A punch by Jay Smash was then about to knock Anima hard in the face, until Anima turned his body to the left, and nailed Jay Smash in back with a hard punch, digging into Jay Smash's back as hard as he could.

Jay Smash's body leaned to the left after the punch, then Anima dropped Jay Smash with a spinning neck breaker, onto the hard ground below. Both men hit the ground with the sound of skin slapping the pavement hard, while the fans out in the lobby continued to pile up and cheer. 

When Anima made it back to his feet, Jay Smash was just getting to his knees, to make his way back up as well. Anima waiting, measuring Jay Smash up from behind, as he slowly got to his feet, dazed and confused. Anima waited as Jay Smash turned around, then he kicked Jay Smash in the abdomen, dropping his upper body below Anima's arms. Anima pulled Jay Smash's arms back, and dropped him head first hard to the ground with the Last Breath!

ONE....

TWO....

THR......!

Jay Smash's arm shot off the ground, and his shoulder went with him as the count stopped, and Anima's jaw dropped, thinking how he could have kicked out after that one. Anima stood up with sweat dripping down into his eyes and blood coming out from the side of his face, thinking of a way to end this. His eyes grew larger when he turned to find a large ACW merchandise section in the arena, with a large glass window in front, on both sides of a door leading into the store. Anima picked Jay Smash up from the ground, who had been bleeding since the shot with the glass bottle.

Anima grabbed Jay Smash by the back of the head, and pulled Jay Smash's face up to the glass so Jay Smash could see, away from the blood covering his face. Anima ran at the large plate of glass with his hand still on the back of Jay Smash's head. He then shot his arm forward, sending Jay Smash at the plate of glass! Before Jay Smash hit the glass, he grabbed Anima by the same arm he used to toss Jay Smash with, and he reversed the throw into an Irish whip to Anima. Anima shattered the plate of glass as he went through, into the merchandise store.

Everyone in the lobby including many trying to go through from their seats crowd the store, wondering, is it finally over? The question was then answered when Brandon Blade appeared from outside of the store, right behind Jay Smash. The whole crowd filled the lobby and the whole arena with boos, as Brandon Blade shot a chair up to give Jay Smash a face full of steel, when Jay kick Brandon Blade and tossed him through the glass on the other side of the door!

A 'HOLY SHIT!' chant began in the arena after Jay Smash took out both men! Jay Smash made his way over to Anima who still looked out old from breaking through the glass. When Jay Smash leaned down to get ready for a pin, Anima swung his arm up and punched Jay Smash in the face, right back through the broken glass and to the lobby once again! Anima got back to his feet, with a face more evil than ever seen before, as blood dripped from his face, arms, and chest. 

Jay Smash slowly stood back up, but Anima knocked Jay Smash right back down with a field goal kick straight into Jay Smash's face! Both men headed through the crowd, through a set of doors, leading down to the ring.

The fans were going crazy as both men made their way back to the ring. Jay Smash could barely move as he headed down, but the punches from Anima led Jay Smash all the way down to the barricade. When both men made it down to the barricade, Anima dropped Jay Smash with a modified suplex onto the mat, landing right next to the ring. Anima hopped over the barricade and slid into the ring under the bottom rope, doing a Jay Smash impression.

Jay Smash crawled on the ground for a few seconds after he got enough energy to move. He then rolled himself under the bottom rope and used the ropes to get back to his feet. When he was able to stand back up, he turned around facing Anima, who picked Jay Smash right up off his feet, and turned him upside down in Anima's finishing position! Jay Smash began to swing his legs all over the place, trying to get out of the move. Anima was unable to keep Jay Smash up for the move, and dropped him back, off his shoulder. Jay Smash grabbed Anima by the neck from behind and delivered the Vitamin Jay! Jay Smash went for the pin!

ONE.....

TWO.....

THRE.....

NO!

ANIMA KICKS OUT! It's unbelievable, but Anima managed to kick out, as the blood from both men stain the canvas. Jay Smash and Anima both looked completely finished. As Anima tried to move around to keep himself from closing his eyes and going out, Jay Smash lied motionless, as if he had nothing left. Anima very slowly got to his knees, holding his face, trying to cool down, and waited for any sign of movement from Jay Smash. When Anima gave into Jay Smash being out for good, he made his way back to his feet. Before Anima could make it all the way up.... He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Jay Smash raise his legs off the ground and pop himself up, landing back onto his feet with both arms up ready for more!

Anima runs towards Jay Smash to deliver a clothesline but Jay Smash ducked, and ran at the opposite end of the ring, hitting the ropes and coming back with a forearm smash! Anima stood back up and tried to move away from Jay Smash, but Jay pushed Anima back into the ropes, and whipped him to the other end of the ring. When Anima came back, Jay Smash kicked Anima and set him up for his finisher!

SMASH LANDING!!!!!

Jay Smash delivered the Smash Landing to Anima and went for the cover as the referee went down to the ground with his hands hitting the wet and bloody ring.

ONE.....

TWO.....

THREE!!!!!!!!!

The match is over and Jay Smash stood up, off the canvas with his hands over his face. Jay Smash wiped the blood from his eyes and raised his arms out to the crowd. 'Raise Up' by Saliva blasted through the arena as the fans cheered for Jay Smash. Jay Smash rolled under the bottom rope and hopped back over the barricade where he raised his arms up for the cheering crowd in the Kemper Arena.

Winner: Jay Smash

Next

The match between Jay Smash and Anima has ending and the fans are still as shocked as they were before the match even ended. Will the battle both men went through, Jay Smash is seen taking his steps through the backstage areas as his bruised body waits for the firsts words from Ralph, holding a microphone, once again, dressed up as the interviewer, Roy Rogerson, who was introduced two weeks ago on Courage.

"Mr. Smash, you were amazing tonight in your match against Anima, how do you feel?"

"It doesn't take a lot out of a guy after taking a beating as much as both of us gave each other, to say that the night was a definite success, although the show has not yet ended. When you go through a match like that, you can't help but wonder what is next for a young talented superstar such as myself, or even a superstar like Anima in that matter. I think I have already made a name for myself in this business, but is it a big name? 

Is it a name I should be proud of? Well to answer both of those questions, of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. To be some one that people look up to is very touching, and it's beautiful when you think of all of those fans watching Courage, that cheer for the superstar they love the most, and watch that superstar win. But you know what makes that superstar even better when it comes down to it? Losing."

"Wait...losing?"

"That's right, losing. The future has taken this strange turn for me, and this strange turn is because of my reaction to losing. Since End Game, nothing has been the same, all because of losing. The following Courage, I again lost, and yet this all led to me winning here tonight in a Hardcore match, proving that I am since here as the biggest hardcore superstar in the ACW. I have my proof, I have my guarantee, that I am the biggest hardcore superstar. I have the courage to say it, and I have those that look up to me now, to in a way, save them, which reminds me of being like a hero. 

You see, going back to my hero statement before my match, it does seem that being a hero, does take its advantages and disadvantages, and you pretty much have to fight fire with fire. That's the way of life, and like the theory of only the strongest survives, I am a survivor, that knows my way. No matter who tells me differently, or tries to change it in any way.

People like Steve Bridge A.K.A. Brandon Blade as an example might try to change things for me, like my encounter with him during my match or how he talks about me out of the ring. You know how I cool myself down after listening to people like Steve Bridge talking about me? I remember that I'm not the one with the problems, it's Steve Bridge. Oh, and yet again, in another promo I heard from him, he has some strange idea that everyone is from the 80's. 

He said I was, and he said A*Dubbs was. Personally, I think he wishes everyone was still into the Modern Rock. Welcome to the 21st century, please take the door to your right to enter. And while you are doing that, here is a little news flash for ya. Your aren't gonna like the sight you are gonna see if you don't like watching those you hate make their way to the top faster than your slow ass. Now, with that all said, it's about time I gat these wounds heeled, later....

Oh yeah, It's my time, it's smashing time!"

Demanding

Dane taped his wrist, getting ready for his Matchup with Alias, his first worthy opponent since he had came to the ACW. He wasn’t worried, he was confident, maybe too confident, but he knew his abilities and knew what he was capable of...

Winning.

He had his head down, but raised it quickly when the door swung open. In front of him, he saw Ethan Winters, face flushed, but still with that confident stance...like Dane. 

“Listen, Dane...your car’s been vandalized, by Quinton May.” Dane stood, he loved that car. 

“What?” 

Ethan caught his breath.

“Quinton, we’ve got him on camera, your car’s totaled...” Dane punched a locker, putting a dent in the metal door. “Fuck...Winters, I want him at Apocalypse...he’s dead.” Winters smiled, he loved it when Dane was like this, when he was most destructive. 

“It’s done...and oh yeah, you pick the gimmick.” Winters smiled while Dane thought about the match. Rivers smiled, he finally had a chance to go back to his homeland roots...the way he used to fight....Rivers already knew what match he was going to be partaking in...

“The Octagon.”

First Encounter

In the parking lot a newly signed ACW superstar by the name of Nature got his bags out of his car, he noticed a woman that just stepped out of her car wearing a big white fur coat. Nature throws his bags down and approaches the woman. He taps her on the shoulder.

'Excuse me lady with the big white dead animal on.'

The woman turned around with a puzzled look on her face.

'Yes,' she answered.

'Can you tell me with all the coats to buy in the world, you go a buy a big ass fur coat, which I'm guessing came from a polar bear that had to suffer because of man.'

Nature felt the material.

'Yea, that's polar bear.'

'Well I don't know, I guess it's because I like it.' she replied

'Well, I like women but you see me shooting them in the head, skinning them alive and making a piece of clothing material out of ya'll?' Nature said with sarcasm.

'Well I....'

'No shut up, you coat has said enough for you. I know what type of person you are. You are a person that would rather see a cub suffer from not having his mom or dad around than go out a buy a simple coat made out of cotton. God gave those animals that fur to warm them up from the cold, they live in the polar like conditions, this little cold we're feeling right here is nothing compared to what they feel. But you wouldn't know that would you? IT'S THEIR FUR NOT YOURS'. Nature screamed in rage with breathing heavily.

'I think you need to get away from me, I feel threatened by you.' said the woman as she began to walk away.

Nature stepped in her path. 'You know what. How many polar bears do you see threatened by humans...huh? They still get shot don't they? Yea ..... they do.'

'I think I should be going.' said the woman. She tried to talk away but Nature grabs her by the arm. 'I think you should take that coat off right now, because you are pissing me off.'

'Let me go!' said the woman.

'I'll let you go after you take that coat off.'

'This coat is too expensive, I'm not taking it off.'

'Expensive, did you ever think about what expense the polar bear had to go through just for a little weak woman that can't stand the cold.' Nature stood all about he could stand. He grabbed the woman's coat and began to tug and tug end he ripped it off.

'Oh my God, you need help.' the woman screamed.

'I need help? I need help? Here in my hand is a mother or father of a little polar bear that you were wearing and you say I need help?' said Nature.

Nature begun to stroke the coat and stroke by stroke he got angrier. He then looked at the woman with a look of a killer. 'If I were you, I'd leave now before I tear more than this coat out of you.' Nature threatened.

The woman looked at Nature in disbelief and stormed away as if she going to report him to the police.

The Meeting Pt2

The journey had been a short one, but being part of the running of a ship that isn't exactly sailing well, Dunn and Boyd's journey from their office to Winters' had been an eventful one. Finally however, they had reached the office, only to find a huge figure standing in front of the door, the name "JIM" stamped on his ID, also stating he was part of the arena security.

"Excuse me, we would like to speak to Ethan." Dunn said, as he looked up at the huge bulk of a man. Jim looked down and frowned, as a very low and raspy voice asked, "and who may you two be?"

"We are the co-owners of ACW, and we'd like to have a word with Winters if that's OK?"

Jim frowned again, he had no moved an inch as he stood in front of the door with his arms folded, looking down at the two owners.

"I've been told by Mr. Winters that he is to see nobody, as he is extremely busy at the moment preparing tonight's show...so the answer is no, you can't see Mr. Winters, now leave."

Dunn and Boyd looked confused.

"He's preparing tonight's show? What else is there to prepare?"

Jim's frown was lifted, as he becoming bored now...

"I have only been told what I said, so if you would like to leave now, or else I will escort you out of the building..."

"But we..."

"Boyd, let's go..."

As the two co-owners left the area, the door of the office suddenly opened, as Winters pushed past Jim, and watched Dunn and Boyd leave with a smile on his face...

"What is left to prepare? How about your resignation papers?"

Winters crackled as he walked back into his office to finish his scheme, Dunn and Boyd had no idea what they were going to be in for...

Last-Minute Hiccup?

Dane stepped out of the bathroom, and grinned thinly. It was time for his match. A chance to continue to impress Winters, and show the world just how ready he was to step up to the plate. He walked down the halls, towards the arena. He could feel the blood pumping in his veins.

Alias. 

A real challenge. 

Rivers had been telling himself all week that this was his shot.

Could be his only shot.

"Dane.." a soft voice called out to him as Rivers passed a closet. It sounded very familiar, the voice. Dane Rivers slowed his walking pace, not quite believing he heard what he heard.

Did someone just call him?

"Dane."

It was slightly louder this time. Dane heard it. No doubts this time, and he knew who the voice belonged to. Turning around, Dane set his eyes on the closet, somewhat furious.

"Quinton," he growled silently as he stepped towards the closet and yanked it open.

...

But there was no one there. Just a mop, a pail and a couple of small brushes. Rivers shook his head, as if to get rid of some cobwebs, grunted, and continued to make his way down the hall.

He had to remain focused.

"Probably my mind playin' tricks."

Either that, or somebody is playing tricks on his mind.

Alias Vs. Dane Rivers

    

Courage heads to the ring for its highly anticipated mid-card match of the night, a huge match up between one of ACW’s top faces and a very exciting up and comer in the federation.

“Tear Away” by Drowning Pool hits first, and the fans give a mixed reaction to the massive rookie Dane Rivers as he makes his way to the ring, looking pumped for what will be a big match in his young ACW career. He bounces over the tope rope from the apron and into the ring. Stretching out his arms, he awaits his opponent.

The hard guitar riffs of “Not Over” by The Full Nine shake the arena. The fans, knowing what this means, erupt with cheers. Small flames creep from the top of the entrance ramp. Alias strides out from the backstage, showing no emotion, only focus. Alias slowly strides to the ring, and then steps through the ropes and into the ring.

The bell rings.

And it’s on.

Alias strikes first, leaping towards Rivers with a forearm shot. He catches Rivers off-guard, staggering him back into the corner. Slowly stumbling from the corner, Rivers then turns just in time to eat a leaping lariat from Alias. Alias makes a cover, but only gets one. He brings Rivers up and begins wailing away on him with thunderous punches. Rivers stumbles back towards the ropes. Alias sends a stiff kick into Rivers chest, bouncing the big man off the ropes, before Alias hooks him up and drops him to the mat with a DDT.

Alias then takes advantage with a knee drop. He then brings Rivers to his feet and whips him into the ropes and takes him down with a judo hip toss, sending the bigger man a surprising distance across the ring. Alias covers, but Rivers kicks out at two. Alias once again picks up Rivers and attempts to whip him into the corner. Rivers however gains his second wind and sends the Original Pulp Hero into the corner.

Rivers charges in and nails Alias with a huge clothesline, then follows it up with a series of same. With Alias slumped in the corner, Rivers pulls Alias from the corner and whips him into the ropes, then takes him down with a hard front spinebuster. Rivers covers, but only gets two. Rivers sends a few choice boots into Alias’s side and spits at the downed Alias before pacing to the other side of the ring and waiting for him to get up.

Alias gets up just in time to see the Titan charging at him. Alias ducks and backdrops Rivers over the top rope, but Rivers lands on the apron. Alias takes care of that problem by bouncing off the near ropes and hanging Rivers across it with a vicious flying neckbreaker, almost decapitating the man also known as Titan. As Rivers slowly gets to his feet on the outside of the ring, clutching his neck in pain, Alias measures him up, then runs into the ropes and leaps over the top with a no-hands plancha, taking out Rivers in a spectacular move. Both men are down however, and the referee begins laying down a count. At seven, Alias gets up favoring his ribs quite a bit, followed by Dane Rivers at eight. Alias grabs Rivers and rolls him into the ring.

Alias rolls in himself and brings Rivers to his feet. He whips Rivers into the ropes and makes the rookie mistake of putting his head down. With great speed for a big man, Rivers sends a hard boot into Alias’s mid-section and quickly hooks him up, setting up the Breakthrough, a sit-down tombstone Piledriver.

Suddenly, 'Smoke Two Joints' by Sublime played, the theme of one Quinton May, which caught Rivers totally by surprise, as he has Alias between his legs, but as he looked down the ramp, there was no Quinton May, just a rookie like mistake in the middle of the ring by Rivers...

Alias wriggles free from atop of Rivers shoulder, however, and sends him hard into the corner. As he does so, the referee is caught and smashed as well. He falls to the mat, unconscious. Alias grabs the dazed Rivers and glances over at the downed referee… Alias then looks around at the cheering crowd and decides his next move. A hard low blow followed by an elevated surfboard with a dragon sleeper. The crowd goes wild.

Breaking Kayfabe

As the referee comes to he sees Alias furiously pulling back on the painful submission. He lifts the 6’10” rookies arm up once, but after such resilience during the match up, it drops once. The ref lifts it up again, Rivers arm drops a second time to the mat. River’s arm is lifted a third time by the referee…

It falls.

As the referee signals the end of the match, the bell rings and Alias finally releases the submission, but not before whispering something into the ear of Dane Rivers.

“Have fun in ACW, bub…”

“Not Over” by The Full Nine comes back through the P.A. system and Alias rolls from the ring. Still clutching his ribs he basks in the cheers from the crowd. For a second Alias looks towards the ring, pondering his impending future... before turning back around and making his way up the ramp and behind the curtains.

Winner: Alias

Guerrilla Warfare

Alias stepped through the curtains into the backstage area of the Courage stage, the cheers of the fans still on his back. He walked slowly down the steps and began hobbling through the corridors of the arena. Alias knew one thing, his ribs where killing him. Thanks to the Last Man Standing match, the 2-on-1, countless violent 1-on-1 match-up, and many different events in his past… the lingering injury just wouldn’t die. Alias sure as hell wouldn’t let that be evident to the people around him however, what he needed at the moment where a few good painkillers and a healthy amount of whisky and he would be good for the night.

As Alias’s solid black boots shuffled against the cold concrete arena floor and his side continued throbbing with pain, he started shutting out the sounds of the world around him.

Scurrying production assistants.

Bantering fellow wrestlers.

Meaningless whistling and the sounds of footsteps behind and around him.

Even with everything currently happening around him, Alias couldn’t have been happier with how everything was turning out. He had fought in the sleeper match of the year at End Game… and had made it out in one piece, countless stitches and scars left to tell the story. Alias had once and for all stood up against Ethan Winters, took a stand for <i>his</i> company. SilverHAWK was seemed to be gone for good… but it wouldn’t be in vane, ICU had Osyrus, and Alias had ICU’s back. Alias knew that there was a bulls-eyes on his back too, and who else would Winters send out to take aim on that bulls-eye but an out-right psychopath like… Scott Perry.

As the Original Pulp Hero came towards his looker room door, his thoughts still stuck on his current situation with Scott Perry, Alias’s mind finally clicked into reality. He heard whistling and footsteps behind him.  For a second he tried to ignore them, knowing the locker room would finally give him a quiet and relaxing environment, but then he realizes whoever they are, they’re whistling…

“Things that make you go hmm…”.

Then it hit him.

The wall that is, as Scott Perry lunged towards Alias and forcefully shoved him face first into it. The realization of his assailant had come a moment too late, and the already battered and bruised Alias hit the ground with a thud. Scott Perry looked down at Alias… a blank expression on his face. Perry stomped ferociously on the downed hero before bending down and grabbing Alias by the hair. Perry slowly lifted Alias’s head from the ground and looked into his now half-conscious eyes.

“Alias... I drawed a picture of you yesterday, you were wearing wings and a man called St. Peter was shaking your hand.”

Perry then proceeded to slam the back of Alias’s head one more time against the concrete floor before finally releasing hold of Alias’s hair and standing triumphantly over his now bloodied enemy. A small quivering grin came to Scott Perry’s lips, before he finally stepped on and over the ribs of Alias… once again disappearing into the backstage area, to prepare for his TV title shot. EMT’s would eventually surround Alias tonight, that was obvious. 

The real question was, what was in store for Scott Perry?

Transformation

Poised.  

Focused.  

Confident.  

Three qualities every fighter needs to be before ever stepping into a fight.  Fred Valentine was no wrestler.  He was a fighter.  Brought up following one rule; to simply kick the shit out of the other person, man or woman, no matter the circumstances.

Tonight, Valentine got his chance to follow the rules.  He faced the sadistic and extremely disturbed fate lingOd.  A man who had no real sense of reality.

Perfect, thought Valentine to himself.  Better fight.  As Valentine sat in his locker room, taping his fists for his first ever ‘wrestling match’, he went through his head things he needs to do.  There was just one though.  

Win.

Valentine stood up, and flexed his hands in and out to make sure the tape would hold.  It held.  He stretched his neck out by rolling it around, and then glanced in the mirror of the locker room.  He stared for a second or two.  As he did this, he slowly ran his hand across the scar.  His wide eyes slowly grew angry.  His face became rock solid.  It was no longer Fred Valentine in the room.

It was King and it was time for his reign to begin.

Purpose? Pt 2

"Where do you want to go sir?"

"Anywhere but here...take to me to the nearest hotel"

As the cab sped off from the Kemper Arena, Dante lay back in the back seat of the cab, and stretched out his back a little, he was jet lagged from the pointless plane journey, and just wanted a bed for tonight, before he made tracks home in the morning.

He pulled his duffel bag closer to him, as he searched for something to drink, but instead, the first thing which came to his attention was a white piece of paper, which was folded in half and placed on the top of the pile...

"What the..."

As he opened it up, a smile drew on his face, as it read;

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And when he opened the second seal,
there went out another horse that was red,
and power was given to him that sat thereon
to take peace from the earth, 
and that they should kill another.

Revelation 6:3

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"I'm starting to like this girl..."

The Meeting Pt3

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the three owners of All-Star Championship Wrestling!"

As the announcer tried to drive up the crowd, Winters, Dunn and Boyd were in the ring, separated by a table, which Winters sat on one side, and Dunn and Boyd the other. Winters slyly waved to the fans as they cheered Dunn and Boyd, mouthing "Thank You" as if the applause was really for him...but he was to start the meeting.

"I would like to welcome you ALL, to the very first, public ACW board meeting...this emergency meeting has been called for a few reasons. One, the roster are upset at the current working environment, so we will discuss that firstly, Dunn, would you take honors..."

As Winters passed the mic to Dunn, he looked a bit uneasy with the situation, he looked around at the glaring eyes who expected him to come up with this big heroic speech, it just wasn't going to happen, as Dunn began, Winters smiled, as Dunn was sweating and shaking...

"Well...E...Ethan, things are going to have to change Ethan. You have came into ACW and done tremendous things with the production of ACW. The television shows, the pay par views, the promo's, the lighting, everything other to do with the main wrestling people are here.

Wrestling.

Ethan, your experience of wrestling is limited, you've been here for say a few months, and suddenly your Vince McMahon. Our demands are simple, myself and Boyd make all the wrestling decisions, you stick to the razzmatazz of the production and let us take care of what we know best."

As the crowd modestly applauded, Winters slid his shades down to the top of his nose and looked over at Dunn and Boyd, a small smile on his face.

"The thing is Dunn, I have a few people who may be a little unhappy about me just, giving you the whole booking deal. As Winters dropped his mic to his side, 'Rape Me' by Nirvana played over the sound system, the greeting call for Winters INC. Osyrus, Scott Perry and A*Dubbs walked down the aisle to a chorus of boo's, as Dunn and Boyd looked behind them, their knee's suddenly shaking as they looked at each other for help.

As INC entered the ring, they surrounded the table, Osyrus standing behind Dunn and Boyd, as Winters stood up and began to pace the ring.

"The thing is Dunn...Boyd...that I AM THE BOSS! Not you, not Boyd, not fucking SilverHAWK who is sitting at home in a sling because of me and my guys. I am the boss around here, you gave away your privileges when you let me come in and sign that contract back last Summer. I invited you guys back here for a reason, and that was to tell you that I have hired two other men to take over your relatively small jobs here at ACW, but don't worry, I would NEVER be so harsh as to sack both of you, oh no.

You will be kept on as...assistants, to myself and Winters INC.

Any questions?"

Osyrus placed his hands on both Dunn and Boyd's shoulders, neither of them saying a word to the matter.

"Great."

And as 'Rape Me' by Nirvana kicked in once again, Dunn and Boyd sat in the ring, as Winters winked at Dunn and exited with his troops, the founders of ACW, were now nothing, but skivvies to Winters INC.

King Vs. fate lingOd

    

Fred Valentine slid into the ring and quickly ducked an attempted clothesline from lingOd who was always ready for a match up. King moved forward and shifted himself off the opposite ropes and then leapt onto lingOd as he turned around after his clothesline. Both King and lingOd bounced up off the mat, King the quickest of the two, and he quickly set about putting his foot forward in the match as he landed two stinging right hands to lingOd's jaw, which sent him reeling to the corner of the ring.

King rose his arms in the air as the crowd cheered, but suddenly their cheers turned to boos. lingOd hit King with a low blow, which was missed by the referee, and then pushed King into the middle of the ring, and then managed to get his clothesline in as King dropped to the mat. lingOd then followed up with an elbow to King's shoulder before picking King up by the scruff of the neck and throwing him into the corner of the ring.

lingOd connected with King's jaw with his elbow, King was shaken as lingOd whipped King to the opposite side of the ring. lingOd waited for King to hit the corner before he charged in with a body splash, but King wasn't as weary as maybe lingOd thought, as King ducked out of the way and then clobbered lingOd in the back with a damaging axe-handle to the top of the spine.

As lingOd slumped into the corner of the ring, King looked down at him and then shoved his hand between his legs, and rolled him up into the center of the ring, which totally caught lingOd by surprise.

1...

2...

Kickout.

King looked down at the panting lingOd and smiled, as he got to his feet and then picked him up for a body slam, which was less than picture perfect as lingOd more or less fell on his neck, and was folded up like an accordion, but as King pinned lingOd again, this time with a rye smile on his face, he watched as the referee made what he thought was going to be his debut victory count...

1...

2...

Kickout.

"Fucker..."

King got to his feet and then kicked lingOd in the back of the head, before his attention was taken by the ring side team, and their collection of steel chairs. King slid out of the ring and pulled up a chair, not to sit on, but instead he folded it up and took it in the ring with him. The referee looked on in shock, trying to convince King not to use it, but King didn't listen, and as lingOd got to his feet, he turned right into a steel chair shot, which cleaned his clock.

The referee immediate DQ'd King, but King didn't hear it, instead he covered lingOd after throwing the chair out of the ring. The referee swung his arms around, saying the match was over, but as King took him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him down to the mat, he quickly made the three count which King was looking for, and then he stood up.

The referee backed off as King gave him a sharp stare and the left the ring victorious in his eyes, because he wasn't the man with his brain matter over one half of the ring...

Winner: fate lingOd by DQ

Gone

Dunn and Boyd looked at the list in their office which had been sent to them from Winters' office. Wrestlers in a large list, as if he was just going to pick people off, and fire them whenever he felt like it. Something didn’t seem right as the name Jason Kain was circled in red.

Boyd furrowed his eyebrows.

“Six months.” Dunn looked at the name and then shook his head. “Six months.”

Suddenly a cell phone rang. Dunn looked at Boyd, who had put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his Motorola. He flipped it open and put it to his ear.

“Hello..?”

“Mr. Boyd?”

“Yes… Who is this?”

“This is Dr. Raymond Wolfcastle… we met after the situation three weeks ago…”

“Oh yes, I remember. You’re the one who gave us the bad news about Kain’s injuries…”

“Well, I’m unfortunately calling to bring you more…”

Boyd listened carefully as the voice on the other end of the line quieted down to a mumble. Boyd’s eyes widened.

“He’s what?”

Home Coming

The ACW Arena lit up like a spark from a cigarette, the crowd not knowing how to react. The ACW was known to house big surprises but the real question was yet to be asked, “would this surprise live up to expectations?”. There was no time for the crowd to ponder over it; “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack hit the arena like a ton of bricks.

Usually a new Superstar would let his music play for a few seconds before making a timely entrance, for some reason this was not the case. 

What seemed like a minute was merely a split second, an Unknown and seemingly new Superstar proudly walked through the curtain to stand, focused in the center of the entranceway. The camera panned around the crowd, displaying their mixed reactions before the man standing alone finally caught its attention.

Raising his hand the man stopped the music as though he was a god, leaving the crowd breathless with a quiet murmur rippling the sea of fans. 

Zooming in on the man standing the camera manages to catch a glimpse of movement as a microphone is raised to his lips. Yet another question arises as the fans crane their necks… anxious to hear the newcomer’s first words.

From behind a hair covered face the man breathed softly into the microphone, “I’m back….”

Could this be a return of a Superstar or was this man metaphorically speaking? The thousands of fans in attendance began to look at each other, wondering what was meant by the comment, before staring up at the Superstar.

“This is my return… this is my new home” he softly followed up,

A wave of electricity flew over the arena as though a power box had exploded; the crowd clammed up. The man raised his head and the hair brushed past his face as he looked towards the crowd.

Everyone sat on their seats awaiting for his identity to be revealed as the man produced a piece of folded paper from his pocket.

Looking towards the ground the man responded, “This is what I was to the world, and this is what I now am” 

Clicking his fingers a spark lit up the piece of paper like a match to gas. Gasping, the crowd watched the piece of paper float out of the man’s hands and disintegrate into thin air.

“I once was a man of pride, now I’m nothing more than a rascal” 

The crowd gasped once more as the man narrowed his eyes; he had just given away his identity…. 

Suddenly the thousands of fans turned into a gigantic roar as they realized just what the man was saying. He was none other than Charlie Loc and he was no longer exiled from the world of wrestling… he had come back, and he had come back to ACW.

He rubbed the hair on his chin and began to grin from ear to ear, “Not that I’m not proud to be a rascal…”

Trailing off he managed a weak chuckle into the microphone as the crowd didn’t know how to react. Should they recognize him for the talent that he possessed or should they despise him for the asshole that he was. It was a question few could answer.

Pausing for a split second to await a reaction he raised the microphone to his lips once more. 

An odd silence overcame the arena as a man appeared on the entranceway behind Charlie. Everyone leant forward expecting a cheap shot from behind as the unknown man stood with his arms folded behind him.

He turned slowly; coming face to face with the man who stood behind him as the smile slowly faded away from his face.

Reaching out and taking the microphone from his hands the man winked, “Thanks for that”

Everyone in the arena craned their necks forward, expecting a bloody brawl to ensue between the two new Superstars as he began to shake his head. The man stood staring with an ice-cold glare.

“Let me introduce myself…my name is Nature. Given a second chance in life from God so I can perform his task of teaching the world how respect mother nature and the laws that come with it”, explaining himself.

Confusion was triggered among the crowd as the look on his face told the world just what he thought of this new Superstar.

Taking a deep breath; the man continued “And what you just did, what you just did is broke one of the laws of Nature. First off all trees aren't made to go to waste; we get our oxygen from trees as if you didn't know that. But what do you? you come out here in an attempt to look like a bad boy and pointlessly set a piece of paper on fire, putting everyone's life in jeopardy. Do you know how many pyrotechnics are around this ring?! Do you realize had something went wrong you could've burned this arena down and sent all kinds of polluting chemicals into our environment, you could've killed people!”

Charlie Loc looked at the man and went to reply, the man cut him off. “You see that's the problem with you people, you don't respect the laws of Nature and you always wonder why people always encounter 'freak accident' accidents. It has nothing to do with ‘freak’ it’s just called being sent a message, and you people just don't get it. Then people want to feel sorry for each other when someone dies when Mother Nature does her work.'”

Standing up tall and pushing his chest out in front of him; Charlie attempted to look bigger. The fans slowly rose to their feet as the tension in the air was becoming too much to bare.

“What?” He breathed softly into the microphone,

The man known as Nature began to shake his head before he replied, “Clean up the mess or I’ll make sure that your crimes against Nature don’t go unpunished”

Charlie Loc took a step back; the adrenaline became to much to bare as he held a shaky hand out in front of him as Nature handed him the microphone.

The two Superstars began to lock eyes as Charlie breathed softly down into the microphone, running the words through his head before they left his mouth. Pausing for a brief moment he left the crowd enough time to gasp….

“Don’t fuck with me”, the four words left his mouth like a blast of cool air.

Suddenly everything went into slow motion; the small hand of Charlie Loc shot out around Nature’s neck, hauling him a few feet to the edge of the stage… and then onto the floor a few feet below.

A silence over took the crowd as they stood up observing the aftermath as Charlie Loc took a look around before disappearing back into the curtain, leaving Nature in a tangled mess to think about his words on the floor.

The two Superstars had both made their mark on their new homes but the real test was going to be who comes out on top after their next encounter.

Getting It Your Way

Dunn and Boyd looked at each other with a confused look on their faces. The day had gotten worse and worse it seemed since their demotion in front of the masses, but the phone call from the hospital was possibly one of the most bizarre. Jason Kain had been hospitalized, slipping in and out of consciousness… the guy had barely been able to go to the bathroom on his own. 

And now… now he was missing.

Boyd shook his head, then walked away from Dunn. Dunn stood there for a moment, then turned away, as he lifted his cell phone to his ear once again...

"Dante, this is Dunn..."

Dante wasn't exactly in Dunn's good book's, but if Kain was to go anywhere, it would be where ever the strange one may be.

“And what may this be all about eh?” Dante sounded emotionless at Dunn. 

"Well..."

“Something is up.” Dante mumbled.

“Yes… something is. But we needn’t worry ourselves with their little problems.” a voice sounded from behind Dunn and in his ear “Now hang up, Dante… it was nice enough of you to let Jade compete today.”

As Dunn turned around, Winters smiled at him with his cell phone in his ear, Dante's call obviously being a two way.

“Eh…” Dante sounded as he hung up, where ever he was by now...

Ethan shook his head and sighed...

“What will I do with that guy? He’s not exactly the listening type…”

“No he isn’t.”

Winters’ jaw dropped. 

He turned around to the shadows behind him. He pulled off his sunglasses, and shook his head with disbelief. A bare foot stepped out of the darkness, followed by a bandaged leg. Then a set of hospital boxers. Then taped ribs. Then a bandaged set of shoulders, and a neck brace. 

Followed by the very bruised face… of Jason Kain.

“Now, Mr. Winters. You’re going to give me a few things.”

“I’m not giving you crap, Kain! Your attitude, and your disrespect for your fellow wrestlers is what got you in this mess in the first place! I don’t think you deserve ANYTHING!”

“Well, it’s not what you THINK I deserve that matters here, Ethan.” Kain stepped forward putting a hand on Winters’ collar. Suddenly the hand snapped shut, clenching the collar and pulling Winters face to face with Kain. “But, I’ll make you a deal.”

“I’m not making any deals with you, Kain. Now get the hell off my collar.” With that Winters shoved Kain’s hand off of him, and snapped. Security officers surrounded him, and he looked at Kain with a snide smirk. “Now, get out of my arena… before I force you out.”

Kain looked at the security… then back at Winters. The smile was not returned. Kain turned around instead, but not in fear of the security, but just because he was sure he’d get his way any which way he could.

“I’ll just have to take a different route then, won’t I, Winters…”

With that, Kain walked back into the shadows and vanished.

ACW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
ICU Vs. Scott Perry

    

Scott Perry. His size had changed now, he had lost weight, and his physical health was low. He still blamed Geo Vacton for the last few months turn of bad luck and, subconsciously blamed him for his mental state. Yet, with the lack of feeling, his lack of emotion he did not feel anger, he did not feel resentment, he just… felt. And now was time for his release. He stood in the gorilla position and his escort from the asylum released his hands from the shackles they were bound in.

Mudvayne.
Not Falling.

I
I stand
Not crawling
Not falling down…

He slowly walked out on to the stage, the crowed booed him, but it was as if the arena was empty to him. He saw but empty seats, nothing more. Scott felt cold. He couldn’t understand why. He had been excited about this day all week. Mr. Winters liked his drawing and put him in the main event, he felt so proud. Little did he know that he was just a tool in the conspiracy of Ethan Winters…

Scott stopped staring at the ‘empty seats’ and begun his decline of the ramp. He looked around and began to see the faces of the ACW fans. He saw a look of pity, a look of sorrow. He knew the look. It was the same look that Ethan had given him when he stepped in to his glass wall world back in the asylum. He wasn’t familiar with the meaning of the look though. By now he had grown accustomed to it, he thought it was the ‘hello’ face.

He took his time getting up the three stairs and as he reached the top he began to sweat, he was hot from the lights and was already tired out. Maybe Mr. Winters decision to main event this superstar was a bad one.

Scott stepped through the ropes and slowly stumbled to his corner where he sat down and wheezed in air the air. His music faded.

ICU, a honorable superstar of the ACW, a legend in his own right stood at 6 feet 4 and weighed in at 295 pounds. Ivan Coe Unger… Intensive Care unit… His large body filled the gorilla position’s narrow, short corridor as he held his television title in his hand. The strap almost touched the floor as he curled his shoulders in a clockwise circle. He waited for his bell toll to sound, which would signify his cue to enter the ringside area. He had no music, no fancy pyrotechnics, but he had his title, his pride, and that was all that mattered.

Ding…

Ding…

Ding…

The bell tolled, and slowly the champion placed his title over his left shoulder. He patted it with his right hand before shuffling sideways toward the black curtain. By now the crowd were hyped, the chants of his initials reverberated around the arena, bouncing from the walls.

“I C U! … I C U!” They chanted.

ICU pulled back the black curtain and stepped out on to the stage gallantly, yet with an edge of sternness. He was ready, and they knew it. The chants quieten before falling to an eerie silence. They felt his concentration and they waited to see what his move would be.

ICU knew that this couldn’t possibly be anything other than a set-up, but he also knew that he had no choice but to head on down that ramp and fight a battle that he felt he would win on the condition that there were no interruptions. And so he descended the ramp.

He looked around at the adoring fans and shared their frustration. His entrance was a quiet one, the fans allowed him to keep his mind focused on the task in hand. By now he had reached the bottom of the ramp. He circled the ring and Scott Perry remained seated in his corner. ICU placed the title belt down next to the ring announcer before stepping up on to the ring apron. ICU looked across the ring, he felt pity too but he held that look back, he kept his face of concentration as he stepped through the middle rope in to the ring. He looked across at Scott and he got to his feet. Scott knew it was time for his match.

“You okay?” Scott asked ICU.

He wasn’t a bad guy at heart, he just didn’t realise that his side, was the bad side…

“Fuckhead…” ICU exclaimed as he entered his battle with a furious punch to the face of Scott.

Maybe ICU expected a block, or at least for Scott to stay on his feet, but he didn’t. Scott hit the mat hard, and he was out of it. ICU stepped back. He actually felt remorse for Scott Perry. He felt… Sorry… For Scott Perry.

“No.” he thought. “I don’t have long until they send me back.” And with this thought Scott crawled to his feet. He needed to fight back. As he turned around ICU came close to him and punched him again. Scott fell backwards on to the ropes, but bounced back to his feet. ICU hit him again and he stumbled a little. This time he charged at the ropes and back towards ICU, who hit him with a clothesline. Scott was back down with his toes pointing to the bright arena lights.

One…

Two…

This was where he noticed that he was being pinned. He immediately thrust his shoulder in to the air, kicking out of the predicament.

ICU got to his feet and was in no rush to help Scott to his feet. He slowly pulled on the cranium of Scott, dragging him to his feet. Scott hammered ICU in the gut before launching his own head in to the stomach of ICU. Scott fell to his knees and ICU relinquished his grasp on Scott Perry’s head. Scott delivered an uppercut to the leaning ICU. ICU landed on the ropes, Scott wasted no time in jumping directly from his kneeling position in to a spear on to ICU. Both men hit the floor, Scott pinned.

One…

Two…

No! A kick out by ICU denied Scott the victory. Scott rolled on to his back and back on to his stomach, rolling himself to his knees and, eventually, his feet. ICU grabbed the middle rope and arched his back so that he was straight to his feet. ICU swung a fist at Scott; Scott ducked and quickly grasped the waist of ICU. Scott used every ounce of strength in his weakening body to yank ICU in to the air and on to his back, Scott left his shoulders off the mat and delivered a German suplex in to a pin.

One…

Two…

ICU rolled off the side of Scott and got to his feet quickly. Scott was still lay on the mat as ICU crashed down with an elbow to the sternum. ICU got to his feet and walked to the corner, he jumped to the middle turnbuckle and sat on the top. The referee asked him to come down but ICU ignored the request and stood up. Scott had dragged himself to his feet and ICU decided that it was now or never. He dove through the air but his axe handle smash was countered in to a clothesline from his opponent, Scott Perry. ICU barely felt the clothesline; he looked at Scott as he ran against the ropes. Scott attempted a cross body takedown on ICU but was caught in mid air. ICU turned one hundred and eighty degrees and delivered a fall away slam. 

Scott yelped in pain, but he was soon smiling, as boo's circled the arena, as suddenly, out of no where, Osyrus and A*Dubbs appeared at the top of the ramp, along with the ACW majority owner Ethan Winters. As they sauntered down to the ring, ICU was on his feet, looking at both Winters INC and then Scott Perry, who was beginning to get to his feet, ICU quickly pounced on Perry, and slammed his knee into Perry's side as Winters INC where now breaching ringside.

As they all split up, Osyrus was the first whom ICU shot a glance at, Osyrus' stood emotionless, as he pointed to Perry, as if to show him what he was made of. ICU picked Perry up, and hooked him up for a stalling suplex, as he brought him up and slammed him down, he stood up and once again looked at Osyrus, whom then pointed as Winters who suddenly pulled the referee out of the ring and began to bark at him as he lay on the mat on the outside.

Suddenly, A*Dubbs was in the ring, but his attempted clothesline was ducked by ICU and then ICU smashed Dubbs in the face with a right hand, before the World Champion entered the fray. ICU and Osyrus exchanged right hands in the center of the ring before Osyrus hit ICU with a knee in the mid-drift. Dubbs was now up, and as he attacked ICU in the back, be pulled ICU up for Osyrus to hit.

Osyrus talked trash in ICU's face before he slapped the taste out of his mouth, and then swung his right hand, and then hit A*Dubbs as ICU had ducked. Dubbs fell to the outside as he slipped through the ropes, and ICU was in the middle of the ring, as Osyrus was on the floor, and ICU was punching ICU on the mat.

Winters was on the outside, looking on in shock as ICU soon spotted him.

ICU got to his feet and stood in the middle of the ring, looking over at Winters, but ICU was soon looking at the bigSCREEN, as he watched Dubbs come from behind him, but what ICU didn't reckon for was Dubbs having a steel chair, so as ICU turned around to fight Dubbs, he was soon met with a steel chair to the head.

ICU fell upon the mat, out cold as Dubbs threw the chair out of the ring and helped pull Osyrus up to his feet. The boo's in the arena got even louder as Scott Perry jumped on ICU for the pin, looking at the other Winters INC members, it was then the bosses cue, as Winters pulled the referee to his feet and shoved him in the ring, joining him in the ring also.

Winters barked orders at the referee, as he told him to make the count, and the referee, reluctantly the referee made the count, the fans couldn't believe it as Winters asked for the bell to ring and then collected the Television Title, giving it to Scott Perry, who was delirious as the gold was spread upon his chest, but it seemed that they were not there to celebrate, they were there to destroy ICU, as Osyrus and Dubbs stomped on ICU in the middle of the ring.

Blood ran from a small nick on ICU's face from the chair shot, and as he tried to get up and fight back, he was kicked in the head and ribs numerous times as Winters ordered the demolition of a fan favourite. Perry on the other hand was sitting in the corner of the ring, clutches the TV Title with all his might.

As Osyrus laid off, and so did Dubbs, Winters got a shot in to ICU's side before all three men stood over ICU and posed to the fans, who were less than happy.

Winters had made his bed, and soon he would be smothered upon it...

Winner AND NEW ACW TELEVISION CHAMPION: Scott Perry