LIVE! February 9th
from the Key Arena, Seattle, Washington

PREVIOUSLY... Months of conflict had now brought the two minor ACW owners, Dunn and Boyd, to a split path. They could either keep walking the way they were current heading, and by the time March came around, they could quite possibly be driven out of the very federation they founded. It was that, or a time to stand up for what they believed in, there was no mistaking however that Winters' faction was too strong for them, it was evident only 7 days previous that they were no match for the small amount of talent that Winters had at his disposal, and there was even one member missing. Winters was not having it all his way however, with the looming backlash from the demotion of his two shareholders, he now faced the wrath of a returning Jason Kain, along with the fact that some roster members will not deal with him what so ever...

It was now time for Dunn and Boyd to finally step up and be accounted for, but whose help would they acquire for such a task?

Gloom

Tonight was going to be a night for questions to be answered...

How would ICU react to losing his TV title, and being on the receiving end of a beating by the hands of Winters INC?

How would Dane Rivers react as Quinton May seemingly was the cause of his first loss in ACW?

How would Winters take the debut performance of King?

How would the newly signed Charlie Loc fair in his debut match in ACW? and would his new friend Nature be involved in any way?

However, the most important question of the night, would be...

Would Dunn and Boyd fight back against Ethan Winters and his group of thugs?

The answer you would want?

Yes.

But was that the answer you were going to get tonight?

As Dunn and Boyd entered the back door of the arena, they were not greeted with the usual rush of individuals hoping that the duo could solve their problems, instead, these people were instructed to go to Ethan Winters, and Ethan Winters only. As they graced the floor, they were greeted with frowns and faces whom never made eye contact. These staff members knew that if it could happen to the two co-owners, then it could happen to any one of them...

Ragnorak’s Highway [Part One]

Welcome home… welcome to the Emerald City. 

Alias stood three feet outside of the large Courage stage setup. Courage had just begun and the only thing that separated Alias from the several thousand cheering fans who had made there way to Key Arena was a large black mass of fabric, draped over the entrance ways steel grid work. For the first time in a long time Alias was home, although he grew up in Frisco and worked everywhere else he had decided years ago to buy a house in Seattle, where he could settle down in his off time. 

Alias had received twelve stitches and a mild concussion… just seven days ago. When it all added up, some people thought he shouldn’t even be on the road let alone wrestling in the main event. Winters wasn’t about to hold him down though, not fucking likely, and he wasn’t about to pass up a chance at Scott Perry either. At the thought of Perry, Alias clenched his tightly taped fists, before finally procuring a microphone from the large pocket of his long black trench coat. Alias took a second longer to sweep his free hand over his blonde spiked hair, he grinned. 

“Not Over” by The Full Nine 

Alias walked down to the ring, his long trench coat covered his bare upper body and worn out red leather pants. The crowd had exploded when they had first heard, “Not Over”. The crowd slowly began dying down, though still cheering on Alias as he made his way down the aisle, the fist with the mic raised to the sky, the other hand slapping the out reached hands of the crowd. 

Once he reached the ring Alias slid into the middle of the squared circle. He procured a mic from his jacket pocket and uttered his first words of the night. 

"Alias is back in Seattle, Washington… on ACW’s Courage! DAMN! I've been waiting a long time to say that!" 

Ahhh nothing like a cheap pop to start off the night, hyping up the rest of the crowd as Alias began pacing around the ring. He ran his uncovered fingers through his hair before starting to talk once again. 

"Since the first day I re-signed with ACW it has been my goal to be they innovator. Not for power, or even for money. Hell, I'm not some attention starved rookie anymore. No, I've spent the last couple of months with one thing on my mind, just one thing, and that’s my own personal glory, whether I break my body in half in the process or not. I’ve never asked for god-damned handouts like some of Winters’ boys, never will. What I'll accomplish will be my own glory, with my blood, my sweat... on my own damn terms! I make my own fate or none at all! For as long as it takes me to finish a match in the middle of this very ring, I hold MY future in MY hands!" 

Alias removed his jacket and dropped it to the ground before perching himself on the top of one of the turnbuckles. Some of the girls in the crowd gave a small cheer for his now bare, chiseled, upper body. He gives a sly grin and then speaks in almost too calm a voice for what he's about to say. 

"You may have the Television Title at the moment, Scott… but listen to me closely... when I’m done with you…”, but before Alias could finish his sentence however, he was cut off by a not to unexpected source. 

Scott Perry. The new… TV. Champ. 

“You know something Alias?” Scott Perry said, his head slightly slanted and a small grin on his face, as said face took up a large percentage of the Courage Video Screen. “It’s amazing what a person can do… with backing power like Mr. Ethan Winters.” 

Alias stood motionless for a second in the ring, his expression had changed 360 from just moments ago… he sure as hell wasn’t happy about Perry popping up. 

All Scott could do was continue to smile his goofy-ass smile into the camera as it began panning back. The 18 year old sociopath stood in front of an open door, someone had evidentially already smashed there way through it. The TV. shone somewhat proudly, strapped tightly to Scott’s waist. Perry stepped a foot inside the house… there was something special about this house… 

It was of course, Alias’s house. 

Alias had known where the hell Scott Perry was from the moment the camera had started panning out… and he hated the fact… I mean this was his privacy for god’s sake. Alias ran from the ring and up the ramp to the backstage, not only did he have to take care of Perry… but he only had the next to hours to do it, before the Main Event tag team match-up… how long would it take Alias to get back home? 

However, Scott Perry still has no idea that Alias was on his way, it didn’t matter to Scott though because right now he was having fun. Scott kicked his muddy shoes against the wall before finally just deciding to drag them along the hard-wood floor. 

“Soooo… what to do?” 

Scott spotted a lone five iron propped up near the door, that he subsequently shoved forcefully back shut. Picking up the five iron he smiled to himself. 

“First stop… kitchen.”

Unwarranted Request

Ethan Winters was a busy man. Among various other things, it was his job to oversee the talent roster and see to it that the show flowed as smooth as possible. Didn’t seem like he was doing such a great job at that, but it’s kind of hard when your working more then just one job. 

Yet if he had anything to say about it, he would say that he had more important things to attend to than petty requests. 

ICU didn't care. 

He threw Winters door opened as it made a loud thud when it connected with the wall. Winter’s was visibly startled by the intrusion as his eyes shot up toward the door. 

"What do you want?!" he barked at ICU once he caught sight of him. 

ICU quickly shot back, "I want a match with the World Champion!" 

"No can do." Winters replied as he went right back to his day-to-day business. 

ICU slammed his hands down on the desk. "Why not?" he growled.

Winters looked up from his paperwork with a look of disdain. "I already made a match for you, and the world champion." Winters informed ICU as he looked back down at his papers.

ICU snarled.

"With whom?" he asked bitterly.

Winters replied, "I strongly suggest you get out of my face and ask me a bit more politely."

ICU’s expression screamed disgust as if he could start a riot. He straightened himself up as he back off of his desk “With who?” he mumbled in a calm, cool gesture.

“ICU and Alias vs. Scott Perry and Osyrus” 

ICU then turned around and headed for the door. "Sorry to have bothered you." He mumbled as he closed the door behind him. ICU then turned and started to pace down the hallway, he mumbled a phrase he was hearing himself say more and more each day. 

"That’s not enough." 

Irony

"Yes, yes, yes, we have arrived! Ahhh, you smell that? That's the smell of Seattle, Washington! All the way on the other side of the country, away from all my relatives and my home."

"And I can't believe it, this is the first arena we have gone to, without your car! I can't believe you actually trusted someone to take care of your car like that!"

"Yeah....wait what? Take care of my car?"

"Yeah Jay, remember back in New Jersey before we left, that bald guy with the nasty teeth and ripped shirt said he was taking care of your car. Boy he sure must feel stupid for driving off without getting his money first. Speaking of money, have you seen my wallet?"

"You son of a...."

"Hey look! I found it. It was right here is my back pocket. That was a close one. I would have really hated to track down some ass trying to steal my stuff. It takes too long to do stuff like that. You know what you could have done? You could have kept your car at your neighbors house. Doesn't he have an alarm connected to the whole house?"

"Yeah....maybe....You idiot. No, it's ok, I know that it takes longer for slower people as yourself to actually realize what exactly happened. Well to quicken the process, Ralph, my car was stolen, and it is all your fault."

"What are you talking about stolen?"

"Ralph, stop fighting it, you know what you did you just can't admit to it, and you are afraid I will do something because my car got stolen and we are miles away right now from it."

"You're right Jay, I am fighting it, and you know what, this stupid card is probably fake too. That guy was good, he made his own cards and everything."

"Card? What card?"

"This one right here."

"Ralph, give me your cell phone."

"Sure, why?"

Jay Smash grabs the cell phone from Ralph and dials the number on the card. After it rings twice, a man picks up.

"Dave's Auto Shop, what can I do for you?"

"Hi, do you have a silver BMW Z8 in there by any chance?"

"Yeah, we are taking care of it while this guy is away, why?"

"Oh nothing, thanks."

Jay Smash hands the phone back to Ralph then looks around feeling stupid for saying what he said to Ralph.

"And really, I truly think I should get some help. My brain just can't handle this stuff and I really messed up by getting your car stolen."

"Huh? No, no, you didn't, it's my fault..."

"Jay, it's fine, I need help I know....And really, I don't think being here being your manager is helping. I think I need to leave and be alone for a while....I'll be in the car....Hey Playboy magazine!"

"Ralph! What car!?! We didn't drive here! Ralph!"

Ralph grabs a Playboy from the table next to him and runs off into the parking lot, leaving Jay Smash in the hallway, and on his own for the night.

"Stupid! Why did I have to say that? Damn it!"

Losing The Plot?

"He has been like this all day Mr. Winters, I don't know what's wrong with him..."

Winters looked into the open dressing room door, as he watched Dante Inferno rocking back and forward on one of the benches in the room, he rocked and held his head in his hands. As the duo walked closer, his rambling could be heard, it was pure jibberish to anyone outside of Dante's brain, but to Dante, he was in deep conversion.

"What do you mean Jade has nothing to do with this...she is playing mind games with me, she knew that Kain would be on his way back and therefore she had planted notes to be about the horsemen."

Winters looked at his assistant in bewilderment as Dante was speaking to thin air...

"Who else could it be?"

"DANTE!"

Suddenly Dante raised his head and pierced a hole through Winters, as he got up from the bench and got right into his bosses face...

"I'm busy Winters!"

With that he slammed the door, the sound of the door locking made Winters' face a picture, as one of his men seemed to be loosing the preverbal plot.

Quinton May Vs. Steve Bridge

    

The first match of the night was shaping up to be an interesting one; Steve Bridge, or more commonly known as Rook, would be taking on the enigmatic and highly eccentric Quinton May. Bridge was already in the ring, smirking at the less-than-amicable reception he was reception.

It didn't seem he cared much, however. Cracking his knuckles, Steve's smile widened as "Smoke Two Joints" began to play over the speakers, and the crowd cheered, as Quinton May appeared from the back and made his way to the ring. It had been some time since devout ACW followers last saw Quincy; about three weeks or so.

They had really taken a shining to him, especially with his tricks last week that saw Dane Rivers defeated by Alias. But once again, it seemed that this match would prove to be a bridge too far for Quinton; no pun intended. Rook had a reputation of being absolutely malicious and uncaring, and he was eager to impress.

In the ring, once May's theme had ceased playing, the eccentric Canadian rolled into the ring and charged at Steve. Who also charged at Quinton, attempting to knock his smaller opponent down with a clothesline. Quincy ducked and drove his elbow into the spine of Rook, before firing hard punches to his spine. The match had began, and the crowd were pleased to see Quinton on the offensive.

It didn't last for long, however; Quinton attempted to whip Bridge into the opposite corner, but Rook reversed it and did so with a tremendous amount of power. Quincy staggered out of the corner with his spine worse for wear, and Steve Bridge wasted no time in showing just what a dangerous man he was, courtesy of a pump kick to Quincy's face.

With Quinton on the ground, Rook kicked at his face for a bit, before pulling May up and unleashing a flurry of right hooks. Quincy was pretty much defenseless, allowing Bridge to put everything behind a haymaker.. and connected, sending Quinton down to the mat. Rook wasn't in the mood to waste time though, as he pulled his slightly smaller opponent up and twisted his right arm. 

May winced, but couldn't find an opening to counter his opponent's hold on his arm. Smiling, Rook twisted Quincy's right arm again, before he rammed his left knee into May' gut and followed up with a sickening Russian leg-sweep. The crowd jeered slightly as Steve Bridge went for the pin;

One...

Two...

Quinton kicked out, however, a move that did not bode well with Rook. Growling, he pulled Quincy up and nailed the latter with a hard forearm shot.. before executing an inch-perfect northern lights suplex with the bridge pin;

One...

Two...

Once again, Quincy kicked out. Bridge cursed silently, before he picked Quinton up and whipped him into the ropes. As the latter bounced off the ropes, Rook charged at him and drilled the Canadian with a vicious clothesline. Somehow, Quinton started to get up.. and seeing his New Zealander opponent about to attack again, attempted to strike back a hook kick. Bridge ducked it at the last second, and as May was spinning around. 

Rook locked in a waistlock and hit a snap German suplex! Quincy' head bounced off the canvas with a sickening thud, and the crowd was starting to get concerned.

Quinton was getting his ass kicked, for a lack of a better term.

Rook pulled Quincy up again and whipped him into the corner turnbuckle, before charging at his prone opponent. Amazingly, May dug deep down and recovered, before managing to score with a high-leg clothesline, immediately drawing huge roars of approval from the crowd. Dazed, Bridge took some time to get back up and when he did, Quinton was all ready to impose his authority on the match.

His first act? A stunning hurricanranna which brought even more cheers of joy from the crowd, who were really liking what Quinton May brought to the dance. Quincy himself seemed fired up, and as Rook regained his vertical base, May continued to build up momentum, via an overhead arm drag.

Bridge cursed as he got back up and charged at Quincy again, who simply deployed the arm drag again.. and again, as Steve thought the third time would be the charm. With the arm drags taking its toll on Rook, Quincy's eyes gleamed as he measured his opponent up and went for the kill.

A standing sidekick.

Using his experience to good use, Rook blocked the kick with his arms and immediately followed up with a kick to Quincy's groin area... before knocking his adversary out with a hard-hitting death valley driver. And with a million things on his mind, Bridge made the quick cover;

One...

Two...

Thre...

Somehow, Quinton May _just_ barely managed to get his right shoulder off the mat, and Bridge was incensed. He approached the referee, arguing that it should have been all over then and there. His pride, however, simply allowed Quinton to catch his breath.. and once Bridge turned around, May had enough in him to kick his opponent in the midsection, and hook his arms.

Quincy was going for his patented double-underhook Piledriver finisher; Hideaway.

Trouble was, he couldn't lift Bridge up, which gave Steve the chance to toss Quincy over his head in a back body-drop. The crowd, disappointed, began to boo Rook but once again, the latter didn't seem to care. His eyes was transfixed on the immobile Quinton May. Grabbing his hair, Rook pulled Quincy up and gave him several vicious punches to the face, before the two of them ascended to the second-rope.

And Bridge had Quinton in the position for the Absolute Hatred; a DDT from the second rope.

Alas, it was not to be.. Quincy drove his knee into Rook's groin and connected with a tremendous uppercut that saw Steve fly down to the canvas with some impact. Then, Quinton saw his big opportunity.

And took it, deciding to go with a Frog Splash.

An excellent choice, as he connected with immense power! The crowd cheered their hearts out, and after rolling around in pain for a bit, Quinton May hooked the legs;

One...

Two...

Three!!!

He had done it! 

The referee called for the bell, and as Quinton rose to his feet, the ref rose May's left arm in the air. The spectators gave Quinton a resounding reception, as the latter clenched his fists and did a little dance in the ring. 

Before noticing Rook stirring back to life. 

Wisely, Quinton May rolled out of the ring and headed to the back, having picked up a great victory.. but the war with Dane Rivers still lingered on his mind.

Would this victory give him the confidence boost to topple Rivers?

Winner: Quinton May

Ragnorak’s Highway [Part Two]

The camera’s once again came to life in the house of Chris Sheffield, as the crowd now erupted in boos. Scott Perry, with his back turned to the camera had decided against the kitchen for a moment and was actually quite busy with a large black sharpy in hand. It’s seems that Scott had decided that this hallway was as good a place as any for his art. So, evident from the lop-sided and smash picture to his side and the golf club hanging from the hole just above him, he had cleared up a place to draw with the five iron.

“It’s that drawing of you.” Perry said to no one in particular. The camera then panned to his side, Scott’s tongue stuck out from the side of his mouth, as if he was in deep, deep concentration.

“Your still shaking hands with St. Peter, Alias, though it looks like he’s opening a hole for you in the clouds… yep, you’re going to be very warm where you’re going.”

Once again the video went to static.

Better Late Than Never

"Mr Rivers, you are late!" shrilled a backstage official as Dane stepped through the doors of the arena, his eyes filled with rage and a thirst for vengeance.

But Dane was actually.. smiling. Albeit thinly.

"Somebody messed around with my travel plans. Not a big deal, however. Not at all," he replied as he walked past the official, not even bothering to look at him.

The official shook his head and walked away, as Dane proceeded down the hallway and towards his locker-room. He had no idea that Quinton May's match had just finished, and that his enemy was probably leaving the arena at that very moment. But Dane still looked calm. Too calm.

Like an eye of a storm.

"Better late than never."

Had Quinton awakened the true monster within Dane Rivers?

Confrontation part. 1

The night is still young as the hell raiser Jay Smash prepares for yet another hard hitting match up later on tonight. Jay Smash is alone at this point, still thinking about what he said early in the night to Ralph, but he continues to stretch his legs, keeping his eyes forward to concentrate. His eyes suddenly move up and Jay Smash gets to his feet, going face-to-face with Steve Bridge.

"Well, if it isn't the great Jay Smash stretching his legs, getting ready for another big match. Well aren't you the lucky one. After all, who am I, just the guy put on the side, or broken through a plate glass window right?"

"Listen Bridge, if you didn't show your face in my match last week that never would have happened. No, you know what, if you never showed your face around me at all here in ACW, everything would be just fine."

"Oh now I see, you're scarred. You are just afraid that Rook, will take you down, and take you out, when you least expect it. It's ok, I can see why you are so desperately looking for a way to get me out of your life, but because you kept pushing, I kept following."

"Well... Rook, that's just the search to be popular. Obviously you can't get far enough in this business, so you're just following me. But hey, it's ok, you just keep following. Soon, I'll stop, I'll go face-to-face with you, and make sure you never walk again, that way, the only time you'll be following anyone, will be in a wheelchair."

"Sounds like a blast, maybe you'll me stopping sooner than you think. I'm ready for you to go face-to-face with me, but the question is, you are ready to go face to face, with me?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, of course I'm ready to...."

Jay Smash stares out at Steve Bridge as he walks away before listening to Jay Smash speak. Jay Smash sits back down, leans against the wall and stares up in anger before he continues to get ready for his match.

Mind Games

"Sir...sir, we can't seem to find King."

Winters made an about turn as he traveled up the main hallway of the arena, as he turned around to his newest of PA's, who went by the name of John, he slid his glasses down with a puzzled look.

"What do you mean, you can't find King, he is next for God's sake!"

"Sir, it's not my fault, he had checked in and everything, we just can't find him at the moment..."

Winters turned around and began walking again but only for a small period of time before he stopped sharply and turned to John once more.

"Where are Dunn and Boyd?"

John was puzzled at the question, after all he was never going to ask them for help was he?

"Actually sir, the last I heard nobody could find them either..."

Winters chuckled to himself, as he traveled the halls, his PA walking behind him, thinking...

"Mr. Winters has gone mad."

Far From it.

King Vs. Anima

    

The fans didn't know what was going on, as the ring announcer stood in the middle of the ring, with Anima by his side.

"Ladies and gentleman, due to King's sudden disappearance from the arena, the winner of this match by default, ANIMA!"

The crowd were less than happy, they wanted to see King splatter someone's brain in again as Anima left the ring. Suddenly, the joyful figure of one Scott Perry appeared on the large video wall, Anima looked up for a moment, if one thing was for sure he sure as hell wasn’t expecting this shit, and sure as hell wasn't too happy about it, spoiling his hard earned victory.

Scott just sat there on Alias’s couch, a hand full of CD’s in hand, he stared at the television across from him and continued to smile.

“Come on guys!” Scott said, yelling at the "ACW match" that had just taken place only on the television screen, “I don’t pay for good cable to watch this dribble… BAH!”

Perry started firing the CD’s towards at the screen… the first two shattered on impact and the third went ricocheting off, and just as soon as Scott had pointlessly appeared on the Courage video screen… he was thankfully gone.

Winner: Anima by Default

Confrontation part. 2

A shadow on the wall showed a man confidently getting ready for a big match, as he stretched, swung punches, and pumped himself up. Before he is revealed, another shadow slowly walks in, and the two men are both standing face-to-face. Jay Smash and A*Dubbs, two superstars that are ready for a fight tonight are no enemies at this point, but are still determined to beat the other man.

"So you must be Jay Smash."

"And you're A*Dubbs. 6'1'' 201 pounds, from Queens, New York. You have quite a past too. Unfortunately for you, I'm gonna add a new part to that past tonight, after I lay the smashdown on your ass."

"Aiight, I guess you did you're homework."

"Best in my class."

"Ahhh you see that dawg, I did mine too, and that was then, you in my school now."

"Let me guess, you're the teacher, gonna teach me a lesson right? I've heard this all before, home dawg."

"You sound just like the rest of them."

"The rest of who?"

"Every white man I've beaten. You just another nucka on the list to beat."

"We'll see, you..."

"What? Huh? What you gonna say? Go ahead say it"

A*Dubbs gets into Jay Smash's face, until Jay raises his arm and moves A*Dubbs back.

"Jackass. You happy? I'm calling you a jackass."

"That's coo dawg, just don't fuck wit dis' nigga."

"I'll take that it mind. It was good talking to you, not so much enjoying you breathe all over me, but hey, we can always fix that later."

"Yeah, whatever dawg. See you in the ring."

"Same here."

A*Dubbs turns around and walks away after his confrontation with Jay Smash. Jay Smash stares down and smiles...

"Hahaha....dawg.....what kind of work is that?" 

Ragnorak’s Highway [Part Three]

CRASH!

Scott Perry had finally made his way to the kitchen and now seemed quite ‘busy’, as he teed up another glass on the kitchen floor, before smashing it across the kitchen and almost into the adjoining living room.

“Five!”

SMASH!

Scott Perry looked up at the camera and smiled, before throwing the golf club behind him… another loud smash could be heard, as Scott scratched him stomach.

“Who wants some French-toast?” Scott smiled to himself as he walked over to the stove… smoke slowly billowed from the crisp and burnt shell of toast. Scott had decided to throw the lone piece of toast straight on the burner… it had probably just finished burning.

“Eggs… that’s what I needed… eggs. Oh, and I know you won’t mind Alias but I didn’t want to find the bath room in this place… so I just took a leak in the sink.” Scott Perry winked at the camera and walked over to the fridge, throwing it wide open. Once again, the screen went black… and hopefully Alias was now just around the corner.

Charlie Loc Vs. Dilly Dawg

    

The arena began to shake up as “Tao Of The Machine” by Roots picked up in the ACW Arena. Not knowing how to react they began to cheer as none other than Dilly Dawg appeared on the entrance way, holding his hand up high and nodding his head before yelling and smiling from behind his mask. The fans began to cheer louder than ever as he began to shadow box the air before moving down the ramp.

He approached the ring and leaped up onto the apron before looking around at the surprisingly “frenzied” fans as he then held his head up high and leant over… about to climb through the ropes when all of a sudden,

BOOM~! A pyrotechnic blew on the entrance way and the arena plunged into darkness as “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack hit the arena like a ton of bricks.

The fans began to go insane as Dilly Dawg climbed into the ring and adjusted his mask before looking annoyed and pulling the referee close to him and pointing towards the entranceway, arguing the fact that the new Superstar had disrupted his arrival.

His moment of anger was short lived as Charlie Loc appeared on the entrance way, a calm and focused look crossed over his face as his bluish black hair hung down to his shoulders, dripping wet from water.

The Referee pushed himself away from the angered Dilly Dawg as Charlie began to walk down to the ring, making sure not to break his ice cold concentration as Dilly Dawg backed himself up a little and clenched his fists at his side.

Amidst the cheering from the fans Dilly Dawg let out an annoyed yell “Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

Almost as though he didn’t hear it, Charlie climbed the apron and began to make his way through the ropes when Dilly Dawg sprinted at him from the opposite side of the ring.

Instantaneously Charlie was smacked in the chest as Dilly Dawg leapt into the air and connected with a well timed, yet sneaky drop kick.

DING

DING 

DING

The bell sounded three times as Godsmack slowly faded out of the arena and the two ACW Superstars began their match.

Dilly Dawg picked himself up onto his feet…. Clearly pumped up as Charlie fell through the ropes and onto his knees, looking at the canvas expecting it to give him strength. But the canvas did little for him as Dilly Dawg began to rev up the crowd as he taunted Charlie Loc onto his feet.

Rising up slowly but surely Charlie shook his head and looked into Dilly Dawg’s eyes with a look of complete and utter aggravation. It didn’t seem to phase him too much as Dilly Dawg leaned forward and attempted a grapple on Loc.

Perhaps it was due to the fact he didn’t know what to expect from the Asian that he missed his grapple attempt… or perhaps it was the fact he was just too slow, either way Charlie managed to avoid the confrontation as he swiftly moved to the side and sent a strong Roundhouse Kick into his stomach.

The crowd began to roar an almighty approval as Dilly Dawg clutched his chest and turned around baring his teeth, showing clearly that he had no intention of being humiliated by the debuting Asian Superstar.

“You want to fuck with me boy?!” Dilly Dawg still clutching his chest managed to yell at the Asian.

Charlie did nothing… he stood there and looked at Dilly Dawg as though he nothing had happened.

Within seconds Dilly Dawg threw himself at Charlie once again to which the Asian took a smooth step back and sent him stumbling forwards, off guard and off balance.

Surprisingly enough Charlie didn’t counter…. Instead he stood from where he was standing and stared at Dilly Dawg like a fool, to which he seemed to have been proving right.

Not wasting any time Dilly Dawg faked a low kick to which Charlie moved as he threw his leg back up and around into his patented “Providence Kick”.

The crowd roared and began to bang the stadium floor as he missed and gained his balance and composure, looking upset that he’d under estimated the Asian. Then for a brief second the two stood next to each other, Dilly Dawg hurling insults at the Asian which were drowned out by the crowds onslaught of cheering.

Charlie shook his head as a sinister grin crossed over his face and his hand shot out around the Masked Superstars neck. Within seconds he had maneuvered himself behind Dilly Dawg and ducked down….

Words couldn’t describe the impact of the Sambo Suplex that Charlie connected with Loc as white powder flew up from the canvas as the two Stars slammed down hard onto the mat.

Dilly Dawg leapt to his feet in pain clutching his back as Charlie dived forwards, connecting with a huge clothesline and sending Dilly Dawg back down onto the map as the crowd roared in approval.

It didn’t take too long for Dilly Dawg to get back onto his feet in agony… his body may have been taking a beating but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let Loc damage his pride.

Most Superstars would be taken back by this…. A man getting up from simultaneously hard hitting moves but not Loc…. Instead Charlie shrugged his shoulder and leapt into the air,

Moments later he connected with a picture perfect High Flipping Drop Kick as Dilly Dawg was collected underneath the chin and sent sprawling onto his back on the canvas.

For perhaps the first time of the match the crowd gasped… the pain of the move that the Debuting Star had just connected with must’ve been amazing! But this was short lived as Dilly Dawg soon sprang back onto his feet….

How could this be? One man with standing an huge assault?! It was incredible and the crowd knew it! 

Although Dilly Dawg was on his feet, he was stumbling around, disorientated and near unconscious. But from the look that was being displayed in Charlie’s eyes he was far from finished,

Grabbing Dilly Dawg by the back of the mask he hurled him into the opposite ring rope and as Dilly Dawg came back he leapt into the air….

The cameras began to flash like crazy as Charlie Loc connected yet another picture perfect Spinning Heel Kick sending Dilly Dawg onto his back.

For some unknown reason Dilly Dawg didn’t seem to get up, nor want to!

For the first time in the history of his tenure in ACW, Charlie Loc let his emotions get the better of him and a huge devilish grin crossed over his face as he left Dilly Dawg twitching on the canvas.

Wasting no time he pointed towards the nearest turnbuckle which prompted the fans to roar in approval as with his agility he leapt onto the top and crouched, watching his opponent and waiting for him to rise to his feet.

Sure enough Dilly Dawg was up within a mere 30 seconds, back to stumbling around the ring disorientated.

It was only a matter of time before he turned to face Charlie….

Finally he spun around facing Charlie as the Asian shook his head and collected with three sharp kicks to the mans head, sending sweat flying from all directions as everything went into slow motion.

Not being one to showboat Charlie flipped back onto his feet and stared down at the now “dead” Dilly Dawg before dropping to his knees and pushing his hands onto the Masked Superstars chest.

The Referee dropped for the count,

1….

2….

3!!!

DING

DING

DING

DING

The match was over as Charlie Loc leaned back on his knees and looked at the roaring crowd as he had just won his first match in the ACW.

Little did he know that the crowd wasn’t only roaring for his victory but for a hulking Superstar that was none other than Nature who came charging through the crowd, over the barricade and into the ring.

Coming up in front of Charlie he began to point and scream in a similar fashion to which Dilly Dawg had did to him just minutes before Charlie Loc had humiliated him.

Keeping his cool he leant onto his feet and turned around as Nature began to pursues him… what happened next was truly breath taking.

For the second time that night everything seemed to go in slow motion as Charlie Loc’s foot shot out behind him like a Back Side Kick, collecting with Nature’s shoulder and sending him stumbling back.

Nature laughed before leaping onto Loc as the two began to tussle and tangle on the arena floor when Nature ended up on top of him….

A flurry of punches began to be thrown onto Charlie’s face as the Asian could do little more but cover and pray for mercy as Nature let a storm of punches connect with his head.

Security could be seen rushing from the entrance way as Nature got the picture and stood up, sending a boot into Charlie Loc’s stomach before exiting underneath the ring ropes and sprinting into the crowd.

Charlie was left bleeding from a cut in his forehead and looking pissed off as he shook his head and looked at the blood on his hands, bewildered by the ambush by Nature.

An evil glint came into his eye as Charlie Loc slammed his hand hard down onto the canvas as he got up onto his feet and exited the ring.

With one hand on his head he scanned the crowd looking for his attacker before he slowly walked, shaken up to the backstage area.

The score had been evened by Nature and a the bloody feud between the two new Superstars had begun,

Nothing could be said other than a Vicious Battle was soon to ensue…..

Winner: Charlie Loc via Pinfall

Confrontation part. 3

"Tonight, I guess I've said some things that angered others. I guess I said some things I should not have said, and because of that it looks like I lost a friend tonight. Not just one friend, but also lost that feeling of gaining friendship so easily. It started with Ralph, who left, then it led onto raising a level of anger between Steve Bridge and I. It didn't look like it could get any worse that seeing his face tonight, until I went face-to-face with A*Dubbs. 

That was when I realized something is wrong. I never met the guy, or talked to the guy until tonight, and I left him with a last impression of me. Then again.... It felt good. I didn't seem to care what I said and I don't know why. And it was not because of the color of the man's skin, his clothes, or his wrestling style. I guess it's just because I... I, hate people from the ghetto. That's right, I said it.

Haha, I finally said it! That's right, I hate people from the ghetto. I hate the way they talk, and yeah, I guess I kind of do hate the way they dress. And hey, I am not saying I hate the race, but you have to admit, most, almost all ghetto people are African American. 

Then again, I'm not really here to talk about this anyway, I actually was given this time tonight because of my good friend Ralph, to talk about Black History Month. Maybe you are all wondering why, now that you heard what I said, or maybe you are just wondering why I, a white skinned man would be talking about it. Is there a problem with the color of my skin that I can't talk about Black History Month? Fine, those of you that don't want to listen, cover your ears, or turn of our televisions for those of you watching at home.

I don't call it Black History Month anyway, I call it February, and I call in my month. Why? Because this month, is all mine! I won last week, tonight I will win again, and next week at Apocalypse, I will win whatever match I have there, and why is that? Because next week I'm not gonna lose, on my own damn birthday! 

Strange huh? 

Having a birthday on the day of a PPV called Apocalypse. More history is going down for this month, and that is because this month is now known as, Smash's Month Of Victory. Ad next year, instead of having Black History Month, people will cut there short speeches down by half, so the other half, they can talk about the hell raisa, pain giva, and bone breaka, Jay Smash....a..

And what better way to change the history for the month of February, that kick the living shit out of that ghetto jackass A*Dubbs next. And for those of you watching, just remember this....

It's my time, it's smashing time!.... 

By the way, don't look at me like that, I'm not crazy."

Losing The Plot? Pt 2

It's not like I'm happy about it you know, it's just something that happened, if she has to try and frighten me with threats about the horseman then that's fine, look what we have had so far...

And I looked, and behold a pale horse. and his name that sat upon him was death, and hell followed with him.

Then last week's...

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.

And now this one...

And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, "come and see", and I beheld and lo' a black horse and he who sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And he held the power of the wheat and the barley, so that the earth should hunger and starve..

So that's death, war and famine...

Only 7 days till pestilence...at the Apocalypse. 

HA!

Next Sunday will be without a doubt, be something special.

That's A Lie

"Damn it, where is that little maggot?"

It was Dane Rivers; that low growl could only have meant it was Dane. After receiving news that Quinton was STILL in the arena, the man called Titan began to look for him. Winters had said that nobody could leave the arena until the show ended, and that powerplay obviously worked in Dane's favour.

But as of yet, Dane's search was an exercise in futility.

Clenching his fists, Dane stormed away from the catering area and back towards his locker-room. Quinton had some nerve trying to play games with him, Rivers thought. Vandalizing his car wasn't bad enough, Quinton caused Dane to lose to Alias.. just when it seemed that the big man had the battle won.

"Let's just see who's laughing once we step into the Octagon," Dane muttered as he reached his locker-room door and pushed it open.

Upon stepping inside, Dane froze in his tracks.

On the walls, were pictures.. all over. The man in the pictures looked so familiar, and as Dane realized who it was..

"Raitt."

Clenching his fists, Dane stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him, his rage about to explode from within. Just as he began to walk towards Winters' office, a backstage official came running up to him. A funny-looking one, at that; loads of nose hair.

"Mr Rivers! I just saw Quinton hijacking a blue Sedan and driving out of here!" the official babbled, before Dane turned on his heels and ran towards the parking lot.

The official looked on, panting heavily.. before he suddenly stopped, and took off his huge glasses.

"Yeah, that's a lie."

It was... Quinton. 

A sneaky disguise and a high-pitched girly voice was all it took, and now, Quinton truly had outplayed Dane Rivers as far as mind games was concerned. But was he merely infuriating the monster even more?

Would Quincy be able to handle the ramifications of his actions at Apocalypse?

Ragnorak’s Highway [Final Part]

“Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy…” 

Scott Perry had finally found his way to Alias’s bed room… and was currently quite entertained by the large springing mattress as he jumped up and down on tope of it… muddy shoes and all. 

CRACK! CRACK! CRASH! 

“… boun…cy.” 

Not for long however, as Alias quickly shoved the locked bedroom door aside with his foot. 

The Original Pulp Hero had finally gotten home… and he was pissed the fuck off. 

The camera turns to see Alias, his eyes ablaze with anger… his taped fists tightly clenched at his side. All Scott Perry could do was go white as a sheet… he was fucked. Alias lunged forward and speared Scott straight off the bed and into the wall, making a large dent. Alias then mounted Perry making sure to shove his knee straight into Perry’s solar plexus and started pummeling him with rights and lefts to the face. 

Alias then picked up the quickly bloodied Perry, and whipped him head first into the lamp on the night stand, shattering it. Alias walked over to his bed side stand... he first grabs the baseball bat that always rests under his bed and then grabs the portable phone that rests beside the broken lamp. Going back over to a half-way up Scott he clocks him up side the head with his bat. 

Then, Alias picks up his phone and dials, with the end of the bat at the half- conscious Scott's throat. He utters a few parting words, ending the segment. 

“Dunn… tell ICU that me and Scooter here might be a little late for the Main Event… Don’t worry though, the cars already running and the trunks wide open… I should be back in no time.” 

Jay Smash Vs. A*Dubbs

    

The fans rose to their feet in jeers as "It's My Party" by the rapper Fabolous played out of the speakers. A*Dubbs walked out, with a determined look on his face. He had not been having many great weeks, and some felt he was not living up to the hype he had when he first entered the ACW. Others felt he was worth every penny the ACW forked out to get him. He entered the ring, ready for his normal entrance, but as he headed for his top turnbuckle to taunt the fans, he was rudely interrupted. 

The fans were saved from the irritation as "Raise Up" exploded into the P.A system, followed by a charging Jay Smash. As he ran to the ring, Allen quickly thought of some offensive. He tried a left hook, but it was evaded by a right to his jaw. Then a left, then a right, and another right, sending A*Dubbs out of the ring. 

Jay Smash taunted him to get back into the fight, but Allen was smarter then that. He sat outside for about 20 seconds, letting the steam and the cheers from the crowd die down. As Jay took his eyes off Allen for one second, one instant, A*Dubbs ran back into the ring, decking Jay Smash in the head with a forearm. The bell rang, and the match was underway. 

Allen turned Jay around before sending a mid-section kick to the stomach of Smash, prompting him to bend over. A*Dubbs wrapped Jay's arms up, and delivered a Double-Armed DDT. The impact alone sent Allen back up, as he went racing for home, his top turnbuckle. Watching Smash lying in the ring motionless like a deceased animal, he went for the kill.

Bad move. 

Smash waited on some Pimp Juice from Allen Willis, but would have to pass on the invitation, moving out of the way for Allen to hit the hard mat. Jay quickly took the offensive, wanting some more of his opponent. Smash dropped Allen with a Japanese Arm-drag, and decided to visit Allen's domain, the top rope. 

He jumped down, executing the Springboard Frogsplash, to the fans enjoyment. With little breath taken out of him Smash called out to the fans, signaling for the build up to the eventual pin, starting with the set up move dubbed Vitamin Jay. 

As Allen rose to his feet, and an opposing Jay Smash took him from behind. Smash began to grab Allen's left arm which was the start to his set up, but Allen had done his homework. He knew what Jay Smash was trying to attempt, and by grabbing the same left arm Smash was trying to use to execute Vitamin Jay, A*Dubbs flipped Jay over his shoulder, sending him down hard to the mat. 

Allen picked Jay up, and delivered a Tiger Suplex, laying Jay Smash out. He quickly went for the pin. 

1...

2...

Smash kicked out with a split-second of the count to spare, wanting more of the battle. 

A frustrated Al Willis ala A*Dubbs cruised to the outside, knocking the ring-announcer out cold with a closed fist to the dome. He proceeded to grab a chair, and run back into the ring. As Jay Smash began to get a sense for where he was, turning around, Allen tossed Jay the chair. 

"What the fuck!" Jay Smash wondered why had Allen given him a weapon, but he was quick to receive the answer. 

Jay Smash was hit in the face with the chair, which had been hit by a dropkick. The fans couldn't help but go crazy for the offensive maneuver. The 6'8" blonde-haired body of Jay Smash lied motionless on the mat, but soon became occupied by A*Dubbs cover. 

1...


2...


The heart in Jay Smash would not quit. 

He kicked out, without even thinking of what offense he would try next. 

Allen couldn't believe it. He had just completed Electrifying to 'Big Jay', but he had underestimated the effort it would take to put Jay Smash down completely. But before he could apply the effort, he was confronted by a standing, bloody Jay Smash. Normally this would not of been much of a scare to Allen, but there was an aspect that favored Jay Smash if they were to fight right then. That aspect was...the chair in Smash's possession. 

A*Dubbs quickly noticed it as it was thrown in his direction, before side-stepping it. Dubbs thought about his move, but it was truly the wrong thought he should have had, as it turned out to his disadvantage. Jay Smash had laid him out with a chair-shot right to the head. 

Smash cried, "Now who should look forward to matches bitch?!" In a cocky manner. As he rose up, he knew the move he would use to finish it off. Jay Smash brought A*Dubbs to his feet, but A*Dubbs was awake and ready. Dubbs pushed Jay Smash off of him, and tried to land a superkick, but Jay grabbed the leg coming at him. Allen tried for an insiguri type reversal, but that leg also missed, but Allen had another plan. 

Allen used Jay's hands to his advantage, flipping himself up to his feet, but having his legs bent down he grabbed the chair in the middle of the ring. Rising up to his feet Allen took the chair into his hands, before turning it into Jays face before he could react. Jay lied motionless on the floor, in agony after such an impact. 

Allen took no time moving to the top rope, before moving in for the kill. 
Allen poured Jay a glass of Pimp Juice, and like it or not, Jay was forced to drink it. 

Allen covered.

1...


2...


3!

As the bell rings and A*Dubbs hand is raised in victory it is suddenly interupted "Kiss The Skull" by Danzig blares thru the arena as Rook walks out onto the entrance ramp mic in hand.

"Smash I'm offering you salvation and redemption but yet you still rebel against me. My pain and suffering is what you shall now feel, your Blood and tears shall satisfy me when I show you the true meaning of pain for there is worry in the house of thieves and the worry is your confusion so at Apocalypse you shall see my sorrow and despair and what a fitting name for a PPV because it shall be your end... When death replaces life, there is Rook!"

Smash nods his head in acceptance off the challenge as Rook raises his fists and leaves...

Winner: A*Dubbs

Doesn't Pay To Be Sneaky

Quinton was in his locker-room, lying on the floor. His glasses, nose hair and scars; all of which were actually props he used for his disguise; lay next to him. Having won his match and disposed of Dane Rivers, Quincy figured he would take a nap until the show ended.

He was about to be rudely shocked.

"Quinton!" Winters hollered as he kicked open the door to May's room and stepped inside. Quinton, having _just_ closed his eyes, jumped to his feet and assumed a karate position.

Before he realized who it was.

"Oh, YOU. Yes, boss?"

Winters scowled at the way Quinton replied, which made him angrier than he already was. "You think you were smart by getting Dane out of the arena?! Doesn't pay to be sneaky... not while I run the show. Suit up, because you're gonna fight Dante later on!"

And with that, Winters left the room, a triumphant smile plastered on his face.

Leaving Quinton shell-shocked.. and possibly regretful.

"Fuck."

A Challenge Demanded

ICU slipped into the ring smoothly as the fans gave him an uproar response as they knew his business of coming to the ring. He wasn't in such a good mood tonight after last week's loss to Scott Perry for the television title. It wasn't a match that was lost by his own power, but by an outside power. A power much greater then anyone in the business today, or so one thought. No man dared to step in his way since the beating of SilverHawk, but one man dares. 

NOW! 

"Without a doubt my hands on Osyrus here tonight will be just a beginning." Ivan paced back and fourth through the ring as the cheers still roared. His expressions on his face were pure business. 

"Osyrus plans on letting the end be near, but to me the end is not in my vision of sight. So tonight I'm not issuing a challenge but I'm demanding a match for Apocalypse." 

ICU scratched his straggly chin and looked straight into the camera. 

"So Osyrus, one way or another I will see you at Apocalypse." Ivan dropped the microphone as left the ring with people now knowing what the main event had in store.

Time To Blow Out the Candles

"So... Steve Bridge challenges me to a match at Apocalypse. To be honest, I saw that one coming, but what a bad time to do it. I mean, right there giving me news like that after a match like that. Anyways, as you know I agreed to the match, and Steve Bridge, it looks like you got your work cut out for you. After all you still have all that following to do, and seeing how much it cost for a regular wheelchair compared to an electric one. 

Really, I would go with the regular one. I'm sure you would be riding like the wind down the street with that baby. Just Stick one of those parachutes right on the back so just it case you go to fast, that thing can just pop right out from behind you. Make sure you don't use it when falling of a cliff though. I'm sure it is only strong enough to save the wheelchair. What you should do in that situation, is jump off the wheel chair with all the upper strength you have and hope to god you can carry the weight of you're dead legs while hanging onto the edge of the cliff.

How about this, I'll save you the trouble, and I'll keep all this in the ring for right now. Like, you trying to hold on for your dear life while I show you why you aren't strong enough, good enough, and extreme enough to beat the new disease. It's time to raise up in this place. I'm not dropping, I'm rising. I'm not losing to you Steve Bridge, especially on the one day I'll be the happiest on. The day when everything great happens for me. 

The one day I should not lose out of my career. My birthday, Apocalypse day, February 16, 2003, you and I, one-on-one, we finish this thing between you and I. You trying to crew with me has gone on long enough, and every time you try, I catch on. I know you, but you have yet to learn who I am. You know a small percentage about Jay Smash. I'm gonna go ahead and bring the whole damn pie to the table next Sunday. You just wait and see, it's gonna be one hell of a show.

By the way, at Apocalypse, Jay Smash will be having a birthday party, and you are all invited. Every fan watching on television or in the arena, it's gonna be the best birthday party ever. Not only for me, but for all of you as well! So don't forget, it's a live invitation right here. Everyone and I mean everyone, is invited. 

Why? Cause it's my time, it's smashing time." 

The Score...

He sat backstage on a steel Black Chair with his head hung low. The Viper had been attacked and he didn’t even see it coming. The thoughts that were rushing through his head were unexplainable and the discipline he was putting himself through must’ve been unbearable. 

The staff began to walk by him as he sat in the middle of the corridor. Nothing seemed to faze him, nothing made him look up. 

“How the fuck could I be so stupid,” his voice trailed off as he began to speak himself,

Occasionally a staff member would look over to see if he was alright but Charlie didn’t seem to notice nor care. He had been made a fool of on National television and his pride had been destroyed.

One man with so much pride had just been decimated by a cruel counter-attack from an enemy he had made within moments of entering All-Star Championship Wrestling. It would take a long time for him to get back to being his old self…. That was if he even wanted to,

For years Charlie Loc had been known in federations as their resident Ice-Man, as the Superstar who had the highest threshold for pain… but all of that had suddenly been taken away from him.

From the moment he stepped foot in his new home he had made it his promise, his sworn duty, to become a changed man. Little did he know that becoming a changed man would take so much effort?

Perhaps he was being hard on himself, or perhaps it had just been a long time since he’d listened to Buddhist Teachings. “What Goes Around… Comes Around” He had humiliated Dilly Dawg in his debut match and moments after he had been humiliated by Nature.

Blood began to drip on the white tiles of the hallway as he brushed his hair back revealing a huge gash on his forehead, “Why can’t people just let me be?!” 

Aggravated with himself he stood up and spun around, raising his leg and kicking it into the brick wall behind him. The chair smacked and bent under the force and power as a staff member passing by jumped back.

“Easy tiger!” The technician muttered as Charlie Loc spun around. The fear in the man’s eyes was gigantic as he shot him one of the dirtiest looks known to man, “What’d you say?”

His voice trailed off as the Technician put his hands up in front of his face, embarrassed and fearful. “N-nothing sir!” he stammered, 

“I thought not,” Charlie glared at the man and raised his fist,

Although he was a mere 5ft 8inches he was a scary looking man, and although his fist was relatively small compared to other he could pack a punch…. And by the look in the Technicians eye’s… he could tell that too.

Only god knows what could’ve been rushing through Charlie’s head at that exact moment, because within one swift movement he lunged forwards. Sending the Technician scrambling down the hallway stammering apologies.

He wasn’t amused by this for too long as the Technician sped away down the hall. The pain soon caught back up with him as Charlie grimaced and stepped back clutching his forehead.

After a second he removed one of his hands and placed it in front of his face, giving himself a clear view of thick, red, drying blood.

This must’ve really hit close to home… or even hit home itself. A look of sheer anger and annoyance crossed over his face as he threw his head back and roared down the hallway in Vietnamese, cursing the Superstar who had attacked him.

Maybe it was due to the fact he couldn’t tolerate being hit, or even that he couldn’t stand losing but either way Charlie was annoyed.

He had never been a man to be attacked. Even in his former Federations he was always on the “Giving” end of the attacks and never on the “Receiving”. Either way it was a rude awakening for him,

Finally stopping for a breath he suddenly calmed down, “He’s fucked”

Nothing more could be said by the Vietnamese Superstar as he just stood alone in the corridor. As the pain become harder to bare he backed up against the wall and slid down with his head in his hands,

Once again he began to mutter to himself as he spoke everything that came out of his mind, “It’s your own fuckin’ fault!”

“FUCK YOU,” within seconds of his initial comment he roared out loud, arguing with himself.

The man was at breaking point. Who would’ve guessed that a “Hippy” would be the one to push Charlie to and/or pass his limits? 

Whatever he was thinking he began to bottle up inside himself as he stopped muttering and then all of a sudden sat silent and still. Footsteps could be heard echoing somewhere down the far end of the corridor, they were soon followed by a soft and distant conversation.

Charlie didn’t look up, not caring nor wondering who or what they were talking about. All he seemed to care about was the way he had been jumped earlier on that night.

Suddenly Charlie bolted upright against the wall sending a few drops of blood flying across to the other side, “He’s pushed me too far….”

His voice trailed off as a focused look crossed over his face and he began to plot evil thoughts in his mind. Was it his “nature” to think like this or was it just the way he had been raised? He was turning into a mad man.

As the focused look still stood on his face a smile slowly crept across it and widened till it was as large as it could go. For the first time in All-Star Championship Wrestling he was letting his feelings show. This could’ve been a good thing… however the smile was definitely not for anything good or approvable. 

As a Wrestling Superstar he was expected to set examples for young children and viewers who watched the show, bound by contract to make his actions suitable for television but for some reason… these actions had the potential to be far from that!

“He fucked with the wrong person….” His voice trailed off as he pushed himself up slowly from the wall,

Standing on his two feet he snapped out of his depressed and aggravated mood and let his smile widen, “He’s going to get it…. That stupid White Boy is going to get it!”

What could he have meant? What could he have been plotting inside his head? The answer was unclear but one thing was for certain that it wasn’t anything wholesome and that his actions would surely speak louder than words.

His score with Nature was going to be evened, the only question that still remained was how?

Soiled.

Winters sat behind his desk, the amount of paperwork on his desk was relatively large, so large infact he could not see in front of him. It seemed that with his demotion of Dunn and Boyd, he hadn't realized to just now just how much work they did together...Winters was having second thoughts.

"John...John get in here!" he screamed into the telecom.

"I'm here sir, sitting in front of you."

Winters got to his feet and peeked to the other side of the table were John sat, clipboard in hand and ready to be instructed.

"Good...well...um, could you make sure that the 4 wrestlers are ready for the main event tonight, it's a job that Dunn and Boyd would usually do, but instead they are probably going to get the Champ some coffee or something...John, were in fact are Dunn and Boyd?"

"Sir, I heard they are in the arena lobby, talking to ICU and Alias I could be wrong though..."

Winters' toned suddenly changed.

"Why would they be talking to ICU and Alias, John? Why would they be anywhere near ICU and Alias, John?"

"I don't..."

Before John could finish his sentence, Winters was off...exiting his office and steaming down the corridors until he came to the main lobby, his scope setting sight on ICU, who was leaning against a box in the middle of the lobby, speaking to one of the staff.

"Ivan, get over here now!"

Like a sergeant major, Winters pointed to the spot, as everyone in the area looked at Winters, except for ICU that was...he smirked. Looking like a right twat, Winters went over to ICU, bustling the staff member out of the way and coming close to nose to nose to ICU.

"Where you speaking to Dunn and Boyd today?"

ICU laughed as Winters' reasons for becoming pissed off were really rather small.

"Yeah, so what?"

"So what? What did you speak about?"

"You know, the usual, the crappy weather, current state of the stock market, and the current tree that seems to be permanently up your ass, as I said, the usual..."

Winters laughed...

"Think you're a wise guy huh, well remember the last guy who came across me and my friends? Yeah, think back Ivan, SilverHAWK ring a bell, might not as I retired him single handedly! Don't push me Ivan, or you'll be sharing the same fate as the 'great' HAWK, yeah, don't push me...

I can't wait till APOC! Can't wait, whoever you face, I'm gonna make sure you get your ass kicked!"

As quick as a cat, ICU got straight into the owner's face. Winters looked like he seen a ghost as ICU eye balled him in the middle of the crowded lobby.

"You can't wait? Neither can I Winters! I'm gonna take your man's world title, and then I'm gonna get to you next!"

ICU walked through the owner before making his way round the corner, leaving the ACW owner stunned...and slightly soiled.

"Get me Dunn and Boyd!"

Quinton May Vs. Dante Inferno

    

"Smoke Two Joints" blared over the arena speakers for the second time tonight, as Quinton May made his way down to the ring, getting ready to wrestle his second match of the night. After having narrowly edged Steve Bridge earlier, May didn't expect to fight again.

Much less fight Dante Inferno, the Hell raiser of Winters Inc; obviously, Winters did not appreciate one of his newest acquisition in Dane Rivers being fooled by Quinton May, and hence, this match. But really, what chance did Quinton have? At 5'8" and 225 lbs, he would be completely overpowered by Dante, who was 6'7" and well over 300 lbs.

"I Stand Alone" began to play, and out came Inferno, with the biggest smirk on his face. Obviously, he must have received strict orders from Winters; destroy Quinton, to ensure Dane Rivers has maximum fun annihilating the Canadian at Apocalypse. Quincy had dug his grave, and now, Winters was gonna fill it.

Quinton gulped as he saw Dante approaching the ring, and decided to do what he said he would do; step up to the plate.

He launched himself over the ropes and drew a massive pop from the crowd, as he took Dante Inferno down with a cross body-block. The referee raced out of the ring and rushed over to try and get the two men to take the match into the ring, but Quinton was too busy ramming his fists into Dante's face. It seemed Quincy wasn't going to go down without a fight.

And a fight is what he was putting up; peeling himself off Dante, May got a couple of rabid kicks in, before pulling Dante up and driving his knee into the Hell raiser's gut. However, as Quincy attempted to smash his opponent's face against the ring-post, Dante lashed out with a reverse elbow.. and sent Quincy flying into the steel-steps.

Turning around momentarily to snarl at the referee, Dante walked slowly to Quinton, disregarding the jeers that were being hurled at him.. and viciously kicked May in the chest, before grabbing him up by the hair and rolling into the ring. Finally, as far as the ref was concerned, and the bell sounded to signal the actual start of the match. As far as Dante was concerned, however, the match was approaching its end. He pulled Quinton up and delivered a smashing headbutt, before whipping him into the ropes.. and connecting with a big boot.

This match was turning into... a massacre.

Dante looked out at the pro-Quinton crowd and snarled again, before wrapping his right hand around Quincy's throat and raising him up in the air, above his own self. Laughing maniacally, Inferno planted May with a devastating choke slam that seemed to suck all the air out of the Canadian, before making the cover;

One...

Two...

Thre....

Unbelievably, Quinton kicked out, shocking Dante and delighting the crowd. Furious, Dante mounted May and hammered away at him with stiff rights and lefts, before forcing him up and whipping him against the ropes. As Quincy bounces off the ropes, Dante charges at him, eager to knock him down with a clothesline.. but Quincy ducks and waits until Inferno turns around, before scoring big-time with a spinning back heel kick.

Stunned but still on his feet, Dante could do nothing to block a kick to his gut, which was followed up with a powerful DDT.

Quinton May was getting into his stride, and looked to cause another upset. He climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, and after taking a few seconds to compose himself, Quincy leapt off, drilling Dante Inferno with a scintillating leg-drop.

But just as the crowd roared, out came... DANE RIVERS. Not really surprising, considering that Rivers & Winters are on good terms. Running to the ring with a chair, Dane first hammered the referee, before cracking the steel over Quincy's head.

Match interrupted, the war resumed.

Dane spat at Quincy's lifeless body on the mat, and raised the chair over his head...

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

The crowd went silent. Dane Rivers was destroying Quinton, and nobody could do anything about it. Nobody could say it wasn't warranted, although it WAS Rivers who had taken it too far on January 19. This was just.. like that, but more brutal.

By now, Dante had recovered and was witnessing a bloodied Quinton May squirming on the mat, howling in agony. Looking at Dane, Inferno smiled.. and Rivers nodded his head.

The punishment was far from over.

Inferno pulled Quinton up, spat at him, and whipped him into the ropes. Then came...Heaven/Hell.

Pleased, Dante rolled out of the ring and swaggered to the back, his task accomplished. Dane, meanwhile, stepped out of the ring and produced a steel-chain from under the ring. The crowd were pleading for Dane to stop, but the look in his eyes said it all; the war had just begun.

Three more officials came running out, but Dane quickly disposed of them with his fist, enhanced with the steel-chain. Turning his attention back to Quincy, Rivers wasted no time in introducing May to the steel-chain, and it was becoming an absolute bloodbath in the ring. But suddenly, a familiar figure hopped over the barricade and started waving his arms to attract Dane's attention. And just seconds later, three more men hopped over the barricade.. all looking similar and familiar.

All four of them had the ring surrounded.

And all four of them looked exactly like the man Dane Rivers was beating in the ring.

"What the fuck?!" Rivers screamed, as he finally noticed the four Quinton-look-alikes surrounding the ring. The arena began to buzz with confusion.. before suddenly, all four Quinton-look-alikes stormed the ring and ganged up on Dane Rivers. Who was, naturally, surprised.. but seemed able to cope with the attack.

Until, of course, the actual Quinton May; bloodied and all; managed to low-blow Rivers.

The tide changed, and soon, Quinton and his four look-alikes had Dane Rivers beaten to a pulp. The crowd loved it, but they were still confused and demanded answers. They were about to get it, when suddenly, the big screen flickered to life.. and Quinton May was seen on it, beaming from ear-to-ear.

"How do you like my five look-alikes, everybody?!" Quinton asked cheerily, as it all started to make sense.. somewhat. The Quinton May that was in the arena the whole night thus far...

Wasn't Quinton May.

It was a look-alike, like the four others.

The look-alikes dispersed from the ring and disappeared into the sea of humanity, while Dane Rivers looked up at the screen, his face telling the story of absolute bamboozlement.

"Dane, I've been at home for the past week or so. Still recovering from your attack weeks ago, so...yeah. Figured I'd play a little prank. I'll see you next Sunday, though. See ya, Dane. And oh.." Quinton spoke, with arrogance in his voice, pausing only to clear his throat, "ONLY NOW has the war truly begun!"

And with that, the apparent satellite transmission was cut. The crowd didn't know what to make of it all, but they were sure of one thing.

Quinton May was no longer afraid of Dane Rivers. And next Sunday, at Apocalypse, Quinton steps into the Octagon with the mental advantage. Question is, will he be able to match Dane's physicality?

"Fuck you, Quinton. FUCK YOU."

Winner: No Contest

Almost

Winters was becoming impatient.

The show had not gone to plan.

He was missing wrestlers, two of his main eventer's were tearing up a house somewhere and were up next, and his plan to punish Dunn and Boyd had backfired.

"John...where are Dunn and Boyd, I asked for them around 40 minutes ago, if this is the type of service that you are going to keep up, I might as well fire you're ass right now."

Part of John was happy at the proposal of being sacked, but as the door knocked, Winters nodded for John to answer, and before the door were the two co-owners, Dunn and Boyd, both of whom strolled in as Winters told John to get out and close the door behind him.

"If it isn't my two AWOL assistants, where have you two been as Courage has went down the shitter?! This is your show damnit, and you left me to deal with everything!"

Boyd slammed his fists on the table, a shocked reaction from both Winters and Dunn as a matter of fact.

"We left? Don't kid yourself Winters, you bagged us last week, we are your dog boys now, you put this on yourself!"

"Well...well I never. OK, why didn't King show up for his match?"

Dunn chuckled as Boyd retreated a little from the table.

"If you remember Ethan, we got him into ACW, we are doing what's best for his "interests"..."

Winters stood from his chair.

"Don't fuck with me guys, you know I can do a lot worse than make you two the INC's gopher's. You don't seem to realise that once you gave me the majority share, you gave away your lives, and I can do whatever I want with your federation. So I suggest that you two become silent partners, how about that? I don't mess with either of you, and you don't mess with me trying to make a lot of money in running a successful wrestling federation?"

Dunn and Boyd glanced at one another, before stepping closer to the table, slowly cornering Winters as Dunn started...

"We will NEVER give up on ACW...and by God, it was the worst mistake of our lives to give ACW over to a sniffling little fucking weasel like you. The last thing I will ever do so help me God is let you solely run this federation, I'll fight against it to my very last breath!"

Winters breathed heavily as he watched the two aggravated owners closing up on him, but suddenly the door burst open, as the huge figure of Dante Inferno passed into the room, a small smile gracing Winters' face as he lifted his fist to reveal a small metal bar.

"High tech panic button fella's, us celebrities are never save from nut jobs such as yourselves."

Winters pushed Boyd into the reaches of Dante, who pinned him up on the wall as Winters then got the two chairs from his office and planted them in front of a stationery TV monitor which was in the corner of the room, which suddenly turned on.

"You two are gonna watch this...this is what I am capable of."

Winters flicked open his mobile phone, and pushed a button, as he then rested it upon his ear...

"Are they here yet?

Good.

Is he ready yet?

Excellent.

Let's Go."

As Dante pushed Dunn and Boyd in front of the TV Screen, planting his large hands on a shoulder of each of the duo, Winters popped his head in, a sly smile across his face.

"This is going to be beautiful TV guys..."

ICU and Alias Vs. Osyrus and Scott Perry

  

Oblivious to anything that was going on ICU slowly made his way to the ring to a huge pop from the Seattle crowd, as the new #1 contender for Osyrus' belt, and probably the most popular man in ACW strolled down to the field of battle. Suddenly, the big screen kicked in with the picture of a pick up truck speeding into the arena, the fans exploded as the driver was ID's as Alias, and as we seen the back of the truck, Scott Perry was lying in the back.

The truck didn't stop in the parking lot however...screams circled the area as the truck passed into the arena, SCSA style. Alias' truck soon had to stop though, pretty much at the Courage set entrance, Alias then pulled Perry out of the trunk, and a few right hands later, Perry bustled through the curtain and was soon lying on the top of the stage, to the enjoyment of the fans in the arena.

But then something strange, as Alias then jumped through the curtain, and almost landed on top of Perry whom was at the top of the stage. Coming through the curtain, Dane Rivers, with a steel chair in his hand, which looked like it had just met with Alias' head in a big way. He dropped the chair and then motioned for ICU to bring it on, which he did.

Pouncing out of the ring, ICU charged towards Dane Rivers, who was soon joined by A*Dubbs, but that didn't matter to ICU as he charged into Rivers with a spear, his head connecting hard with the steel. Dubbs was quick to pounce but he wasn't strong enough to hurt ICU and keep him down.

ICU got to his feet and then went toe-to-toe with Dubbs, and after ICU ducked an attempted clothesline, he hit Dubbs with his very own clothesline, as he got up he looked at the wreckage. Perry, Rivers and Dubbs lying on the top of the stage, Alias was stirring, and trying to get up, but ICU had his back to Alias and his back to one World Champion who came from nowhere swinging a steel chair.

ICU turned to be met with the steel chair to the face, which sent him to the mesh to meet the others, Osyrus then drove the chair into Alias as well as he tried to get up. The Rivers shot to Alias had cut him open at the back of the head, and as Osyrus stood over him, he rubbed his shoe into the wound to open it up.

Osyrus stood over 5 men, 3 of which he was aligned with, and he held the steel chair in the air, as Rivers slowly got to his feet, pulling Dubbs up also. Osyrus and Dubbs shook hands with Rivers, which looked like he was the newest member of the Winters clan, as Dubbs went to check on Perry.

Osyrus stood with the chair in his hands, as he positioned himself over ICU, and drove it into his collar bone, as the shot looked up to the big screen, as Dunn and Boyd watched on, between them the head of Winters, laughing sadistically...

The countdown to the  start of the war of ACW was almost over...the countdown to ACW's Apocalypse had just begun.