- - [July 6th 2003] - -
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PREVIOUSLY... As the company attempts to cut it's losses for summer funding, only one investor remains as the company scrounge any last penny that they can. Only a successful PPV will help them go on their way to setting this federation back on track, but will everything go as planned?

This is my life
It's not what it was before
All these feelings I've shared
And these are my dreams
That I'd never lived before
Somebody shake me 'cause I
I must be sleeping

Now that we're here, it's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
And all the mistakes, one life contained
They all finally start to go away
And now that we're here, it's so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
And I can forgive
And I'm not ashamed to be
The Person that I am today

These are my words
That I've never said before
I think I'm doing okay
And this is the smile
That I've never shown before
Somebody shake me 'cause I
I must be sleeping

Now that we're here, it's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
And all the mistakes, one life contained
They all finally start to go away
And now that we're here, it's so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
I can forgive
And I'm not ashamed to be
The Person that I am today

I'm so afraid of waking
Please don't shake me
Afraid of waking
Please don't shake me

Now that we're here, it's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
And all the mistakes, one life contained
They all finally start to go away
And now that we're here, it's so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
And I can forgive
And I'm not ashamed to be
The Person that I am today

"So Far Away" By Staind

Show Them What You've Got



Charles Dunn was not a man of the Bible. He didn't believe in a higher being, and didn't look down upon anyone that did. He just...didn't believe, it wasn't against the law or anything was it?

However, as the countdown to Glory reached it's culmination, Dunn couldn't do anything but prey for a successful night. 

Tonight, was either going to be make or break.

Sink or swim.

A recent film had talked about the fable of the two little mouse's, both of which had fallen into a bucket of cream. The first mouse, gave up, and quickly drowned, the second swam with all his might, until the cream curdled, and he crawled out of the bucket. ACW was that second mouse and tonight was the start of a Summer of mayhem in ACW waters.

Watch out world...ACW was coming.

Respect For Your Elders?



SilverHAWK’s door swung open without warning as he seemed puzzled. In walked a man with a tattoo across his eye dressed in wrestling attire. The scars on his body seemed to catch HAWK’s attention as the man extended his hand.

“Elijah Arson” the man said as he extended his hand.

“Ahh, so you’re Elijah Ars...” SilverHAWK extended his hand but was interrupted before he could finish his sentance.

“Yeah, anyways, the reason that I come to you is simple. You see, I’ve come to notice that the ACW has no World Champion. I’ve come to realize that nobody is more fitting for that than myself.” Arson said as he shook SilverHAWK’s hand.

HAWK gave him a blank stare and let out a reluctant smile.

“Sorry, Elijah, no can do. You see, I’ve never seen you wrestle before and...” HAWK was once more interrupted.

“Listen old man, has your Alzheimer's kicked in? You’ve read the scouting report on me, correct? I know that there’s got to be things in there that impress you.” Arson said with a blank look on his face. No smiles, no signs of worry, just a blank stare.

“I’m sure there are, but tell me, what makes you more deserving than a man like...” Arson must not like SilverHAWK as he kept interrupting him.

“Did you need a demonstration of what I can do? Do you want me to go out there and destroy one of those deadbeats in the locker room? I‘m sure that...”

“I’m not giving you a world title shot, Elijah.” HAWK interrupted.

“Fine, but I’ll bet you’ll regret that. Give me one of those senior citizens you’ve got in the locker room than, I’ll be sure to put their ass in permanent retirement.”

SilverHAWK picked up a piece of paper and looked down a list.

“Ahh, yes, I do have an opponent for you tonight, Elijah. His name is Shodan, he appears to be a very good prospect. You say you’re an up-and-comer? Let’s see how you fair against another.” HAWK said.

“Are you sure you want to do that? Are you sure you want for a young prospect like Shodan to get in the ring with myself? I’ll end his career before it even starts HAWK.”

Still, no emotion.

“Positive.”

HAWK extended his hand as Elijah Arson turned his head and proceeded outside the door.

Glory-Time



The long limousines pulled up to the front of the ACW Building one by one. The red carpet had been rolled out and fans were lined along the sides, waiting to catch a glimpse of their favorite superstars. 

Security was tight. 

ACW Guards were lined in front of the barricades to keep the adoring fans from falling over and possibly injuring one of the ACW’s finest, or even themselves. That’s all that the owners of ACW needed, was another lawsuit on their hands, and they were going to make sure it didn’t happen

Spotlights shined high in the sky above the arena. Pyro exploded every so often from the top of the building keeping the people entertained in between sightings of the stars. The ‘GLORY’ logo flashed in front of the building, advertising the main event. A big screen was placed on one of the walls showing clips of wrestlers and famous matches from previous pay-per-views. It was a sight to see for everyone, young and old.

Glory was finally here and the fans, even the crew and wrestlers were excited. Everyone had worked so hard to put this all together, and now it was time for each wrestler to show off his or her stuff to the world.

With matches such as Hillary Small Vs. Jade, Chad Stalin Vs. Jason 'Animal' Reaves and the TV Title Battle Royal with A*Dubbs, Dante Inferno, Jason Kain, Osyrus, Alias and Vince Jacobs, the crowd was beginning to get eager for the show to commence 

Jade’s limo finally pulled up. The door was pulled open by one of the ACW Event Staff and she stepped out. She was called up only hours before and told she had to arrive in the limo. It just looked more professional and that’s how every other wrestler was going to show up. She was a bit upset. She just wanted to drive her BMW and get herself in the right mindset before her match with Hillary. It was the ritual she used to do before every match she had. It was just the way things were done. But, she abided by the ACW rules and arrived in the white limo, which was sent for her at the hotel.

She even got dressed up for the event, like she was asked. The owners thought it would be better for her to get dressed in the skimpy clothing she used to wear, rather than the cargos and sweatshirts she was so comfortable in now. 

As she pulled herself up from inside the limo, she revealed a long glittery green dress. It had a long slit up the right side and revealed matching, strappy sandals. Her fiery, curly, red hair was in an up-do and shined with sparkles as well. She figured it was good publicity for ACW and was willing to do what she had to, to keep another fed from going under. 

She walked up the red carpet and smiled at some of her cheering fans. She reached the top and spun around when she heard the ruckus at the end. The loud engine and roaring muffler of an old Taxi pulled up to the carpet. Immediately you could see the security guards jump on their walkie-talkies.

The car parked crooked and almost up on the curb, blocking the other limo’s from leaving the lot. Out of the old rusted car stepped none other than the large beast ACW called Hillary Small. She didn’t abide by ACW’s rules, and didn’t want to make herself look presentable in any way. She wanted to be herself. Hillary began to walk up the ramp, and ogre expression on her face. She saw Jade standing at the top of the ramp and stopped, snarling at her. 

Jade raised an eyebrow and shook her head at Hillary. She ignored Hillary and waved at the fans before disappearing into the building. Jade left it at that. She knew she got her shot tonight, and just wanted to throw Hillary off her game a bit. Jade knew Hillary didn’t like being ignored, and she didn’t care.

Shodan Vs. Elijah Arson

    

The arena started to flicker in green, as the fans in attendance looked around, half-expecting something amazing to happen. If what they got answered that question remained to be seen. A bright green firework went off on the stage, as the heavy guitars of a song on the PA kicked up. Soon, the man in question walked out onto the ramp. A man calling himself the One Winged Angel.

Shodan.

As "Creepy Green Light" started to pick up, one of the newest additions to the ACW roster came out. He received a mixed reaction, but the fans were mostly cheering the newbie. Known from his tenure in eVolution, he was being considered the favorite of the next match. His opponent had requested one earlier, and received Shodan.

'fUCK yOUR eNEMY' by SuperjointRitual started to play, as Elijah Arson stepped out onto the stage. Being showered with boo's and jeers, The Constant walked down the ramp with a smile on his face. He had come tonight to show off his so far unknown talent, and was willing and ready to decimate Shodan to prove it. He came up the stairs, and entered the ring, starting the match.

Both men tied up, but Elijah got the advantage with a headlock. Before he could go any further, he found himself whipped into the ropes by Shodan. Coming off the ropes, he extended his arm for a clothesline, but found it quickly reversed into a Hammerlock from Shodan. 

While still hanging onto the hold, the One Winged Angel sent a few elbows to the back of Elijah's head, before he finally released him. Before Arson could turn around, he was already being taken down with a Twisting Neckbreaker. Shodan kipped up, and looked on to a cheering crowd, as he landed a Standing Splash, and hooked the leg for the first cover of the match.

One...

Tw-

A fierce kickout from Elijah broke up the count. Shodan stood up, backing a little to keep his distance from Elijah. The man in question had a furious look on his face, as he prepared for the next encounter. Shodan charged looking to land a Flying Lariat, but Elijah quickly shot his foot out, nailing Shodan with a kick that knocked him to the mat. 

Arson picked him up, and whipped him into the turnbuckle. Shodan started to walk back, still reeling from hitting the turnbuckles, only to find himself Knocked The Fuck Out, Elijah's version of a Clothesline. The Constant didn't waste any time, as he laid in a few hard shots to the mid-section, and lifted Shodan back up.

He nailed him in the head with a few good Forearm shots, before whipping him into the ropes again. He looked to take him out with another vicious Clothesline, but Shodan managed to duck it. He came off the ropes looking to take the advantage, but Arson so it coming, and simply flew back with an elbow that took Shodan down. 

Elijah smiled a black toothed grin, as the fans started to boo his lucky turn of events. As he started to lift Shodan up, the challenger quickly grabbed Elijah's leg, taking him down with a Dragon Screw. Still holding his leg, he got up, and landed an elbow drop where his knee was. He stood back up, picking Elijah up with him.

He started laying the hits into Arson, but he started to block them. Soon, they were both exchanging lefts and rights. Shodan landed a knee to the mid-section, and with Arson doubled over, hooked his arms up to land the End.Game. 

But Elijah started throwing elbows, which broke Shodan's hold. 

He managed to quickly break free, and landed a Tear Drop Suplex. 

A move he called the Consistant

Still holding onto Shodan, he hooked his leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

T-

Shodan got the shoulder up before the third count could be started. Elijah got angry, as he punched the mat, then Shodan. He stood up, and started kicking him in the ribs. He turned around to move to Shodan's legs, but the One Winged Angel grabbed Elijah's tights, and quickly got the roll up.

One...

Two...

Three!

Shodan released the hold as the bell rang, and quickly slid out of the ring. 

Elijah shot up, his eyes burning and his face a look of pure hatred. 

Shodan had pulled off the win in his debut match at Glory.

Winner: Shodan

Not The Time Nor Place



Jade locked the door to her locker room. She had finally just got settled in, after being mobbed at the red carpet, almost half an hour ago. Her bags had all been delivered and they were waiting patiently beside the cute little couch ACW had supplied her with. She leaned up against the back of the door, exhausted already. She pushed herself off and began to walk toward the bags. She took her hair out of the clips and let it flow down her open back dress. 

Opening up the bag she began to root through her stuff to find her wrestling gear. She pulled out a pair of green shorts and stopped when she spotted something underneath them. She didn’t remember packing the jersey, but somehow it got into her bag. 

Pulling it out, she opened up the orange, green and purple MiSFiTS jersey with #77 and Jade on the back. It was an old memory from uKw and Jade didn’t want to think about it now. Shaking her head she rolled it up in a little ball and threw it at the wall to her left. It fell behind a chair and landed on the floor. 

Looking around the room, like someone was playing a cruel joke on her, she screamed at the top of her lungs. This was not what she needed right now.

Let The Drama Unfold



It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

For several people in the ACW, they had been living life to the absolute fullest over the past couple of weeks. It had gotten to the point where everyday no longer served as a surprise. They were used to the twist and turns that occured regularly. Or at least, they thought they were.

Quinton May had been exhausted by the exertions of Pain Or Pleasure, where he toppled 108192 in brilliant fashion, following weeks of bitter feuding. Following that, Quincy had been signed to a two-show contract by thReat Owner, Troy Mason, to aid in the promotion's war against Vincent Pembridge & his renegade group that was hellbent on taking over the place. Seeing how there had already been altercations between Vincent & Quincy... the red-haired Canadian had no qualms at all in helping to rid thReat of its numero uno pest.

At the Malevolence PPV, Quinton shone and had a big part to play in helping The Resistance defeat the Scorpion's Vagabonds faction, ending their mutiny. Of course, there were many other factors but May gave it his all on that night. All that, however, tired out his body.

He was overextending himself with fighting everyone that was thrown in his way, including an impressive battle with Osyrus the week after Pain Or Pleasure. Bottomline was -- he needed a break. And following the Malevolence affair, Quinton decided it was good as any a time to rest his body. On the first ACW show since after PoP, which was a whole two weeks, Quinton was conspiciously missing as he opted to choose that week to recharge his batteries.

But he returned the next week. Not completely ready to get back to competing in the ring as advised by God, but nonetheless, his presence was most welcome with the rest of his Army.

And as far as the rest of the Army was concerned, they had their own share of problems. Two new members had been added to the equation, shining more spotlight on the group that was quickly rising in popularity. Damnson, assumedly a teenager, was proving to be one mysterious freak that only managed to bond with 006.392 within a short time. It was, after all, the YOUTH OF THE NATION that had recruited Damnson.

Speaking of whom, 006.392 was going through a transition period. His little run-in with Vincent Pembridge had impressed many, but the teenager seemed depressed with the defeats that scattered his record sheet thus far. Undaunted, Quinton May seeked to teach his protege a valuable lesson in life... culimnating in an impromptu brawl, where Quinton forced 006 to step up to the plate and be a man.

006.392 did just that, bashing up his mentor and his leader.

Having reached a new level of understanding in his life, 006.392 & Damnson teamed up with the second newcomer, Bobby Knickerson, who'd defected over from Vincent Pembridge's camp. This was smack-dab in the middle of Vincent's little struggle with someone who had entered the company just a while back... Gabriel So'ialu.

So, the battle lines had been drawn. Knickerson, Damnson, 006.392 AND So'ialu versus Vincent Pembridge. With Quinton May in the shadows, resting and observing. Of course, So'ialu was the main player in the feud, despite not being an official member of QA. It just went to show how massive the feud between Quincy's troops & Vinny's troops had begun.

Mind you... this wasn't counting the three-way feud between El Janitors, .vindication, and The Kole Brothers.

///

As Quinton May looked at his boys -- 006.392 & Damnson -- in the boiler-room, he knew that he had done good in picking them for this little journey in life. To Quinton, the Army was a vehicle meant to launch him ever closer to finding out the complete truth about himself. But in the YOUTH OF THE NATION & The Flea-Ridden 'Un, Quincy had two enthusiastic fighters who were willing to go the distance.

That was evident in the homework assignment -- which stretched over a span of three weeks -- that the Dictator had handed down to 006 & Damnson.

Quincy stepped up to the YOTN and looked at him in the eyes. 006.392 kept his cool and didn't blink, staring back at his mentor. He was up for the two challenges that had been laid out in front of him tonight. One would be something he'd have to work at on his own, and the other... well, it did require the help of Damnson & Knickerson.

Who were also aware of what they had to do tonight.

Smiling, May stepped away and took fleeting glances at Damnson & Bobby K, before he turned around and cracked his knuckles. On this night, Quinton too had a special challenge to attend to. But it was all hush-hush. Only three people knew. Quinton himself, 006.392, and a man whose name couldn't be uttered for fear of revealing the entire scenario.

It was all going to unfold brilliantly, Quinton thought.

///

In the parking lot, Andi Kole & Joey Kole stepped out of the taxi, having paid the fare to the driver in a rather disgruntled manner. They had hoped to be at the arena twenty minutes ago, considering the mammoth importance of their match later on. The chance to finally prove to the entire world that the Kole Brothers were a team not to be taken lightly was on the horizons.

Both brothers were decked out in blue t-shirts and black jeans, doused in a hell of a lot of attitude. They had done a lot of talking last week, but in the two triple-threat matches, neither Andi nor Joey backed their words up in the ring. On this night, as a collective unit, they had to shape up and throw everything they had at their opponents. Four men who were bigger and naturally tougher than them.

It didn't matter to Andi, however. He was determined to walk out of the arena as a winner, with his brother.

///

Liam & Drake Nefarian sat quietly in their locker-room, meditating. Nefarian was taping up his wrists at the same time, preparing himself the way he prepared himself for important boxing bouts. Pumping himself up with words of self-encouragement and such. It wasn't as if he really needed it, Drake had proven to be a lethal and clinical fighter in the ring, if not a little vulnerable due to the lack of actual wrestling knowledge.

But with a partner like Liam, Drake had no reason to fret.

Liam was a machine on its own. Almost unwavering, and also suspect to surprise attacks due to not being completely skilled in the true art of wrestling. His power and his methodical way of dismantling whoever stood in his way would ensure, however, that .vindication rolled into the Homocidal Tendencies Match as the ultimate favourites.

And judging by their actions since the start of this feud, that tag is certainly warranted.

///

Janitor Morris & Janitor Howard were in the toilet, with their pants down. Their bladders had been weak all day -- not only because one was middle-aged and crazy, the other was old and horny. No, the excitement of the occasion had overawed them. As Morris finally zipped up his pants and pressed the button to initiate the flushing of the urinal, he realised that he & his buddy had come a long way from their humble beginnings in the ACW.

As janitors, no less.

Heading over to the sink to wash his hands, Morris realised the traumatic past weeks they've lived out. Their motel being bombed, Morris himself almost being burnt alive, Howard's daughter and her family being attacked -- it all stemmed from a simple rivalry that existed in the world of wrestling. Where everything was once staged. No longer the case, it seemed, as on-screen rivals spilled over to real life. It was quite common to see that kind of thing happening.

It meant better ratings for the owners of these organisations, whether they liked it or not. And ratings equalled to more money, which everybody loves.

Howard finished walking the dog and zipped up, remembering the brief battle he had with Liam the previous week. This time round, he wouldn't be overwhelmed and dominated. This time, the Senior Citizen was vowing to tear Liam apart, for the sake of daughter Jamie.

///

Gabriel So'ialu sat on a chair in his locker-room, with the lights turned off. He was thinking about last Sunday, about how he was ambushed. By the man he was about to face on the night -- Vincent Pembridge. Of course, Vince had to utilise his lackeys to help keep So'ialu at bay last Sunday.

Those same lackeys also physically tortured the dreadlocked monster and Quinton May, two men who posed a threat to the Scorpion of Manchester and his status within the company. But Gabriel felt as if he was back in tiptop condition, and ready to go one on one with Pembridge. The drive in him to succeed blocked out all the pain.

Maybe that was a good thing, maybe it wasn't. But as So'ialu stood up, clenching his fists... he knew that this was as good a chance as any to rise up in the ACW, and claim a title on the way. Sure, it was a title that was introduced by Vincent himself as an announcement to introduce a new wave of brutality in the ACW, but surely, if Gabriel won it... SilverHAWK would be able to probably find a way to screw with Vincent, eventually causing the latter to storm out of the company and expell the dark cloud that was hanging over it.

Win-win situation? You bet.

///

Vincent Pembridge stood in the shadows, arms folded, observing the cluster of activity in the backstage area. A PPV always meant that the backstage crew would all be in overdrive mode, working frantically to ensure a show of excellent quality. But the Scorpion -- wearing a blue t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots -- was planning to raise some hell.

Also, he genuinely wanted to drive ACW into the ground. To do that, he'd have to rise to the top and gain the control of everyone as his slaves. Expand the army of lackeys, gain a head of steam... and follow the orders he was working under, by targetting the people on the hitlist.

tFZ was the first phase of the plan, but that imploded, and a total revamp was needed. thReat & ACW were the next two... but thReat was loooking like a lost cause. Of course, his appearance at the Payback PPV the day before was certainly an unwelcome surprise for thReat fans, who now must be fearing a reprisal of the Vagabonds in some shape.

But the invasion of the ACW was progressing along quite smoothly.

Stroking his goatee, Vincent knew that once So'ialu was taken care of, only Quinton May(and his army) and SilverHAWK stood in the way of total domination of the ACW. It was simple as that; take out the faction whose leader posed a threat to him like no other, and cripple the big boss of the company. Everything else would fall into place automatically.

It was as easy as pie.

///

So, in closing, for all the puppets in our show today... only four words can sum it all up.

Let the drama unfold.

The Introduction of a New Force[1]



THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... 

The cameraman made his way down the slick, concrete steps and stood before a large, wooden door. The rain was coming down hard and everything was soaked. The cameraman pushed forward and the door creaked to the wall. Inside was a hall of sorts, decorated with candles. Wooden tables lined the floor and many men were seated down, chatting amongst themselves, eating. The hall was rather large, fitting around fourteen tables in two rows under its roof. Out from the side popped a man, which startled the cameraman. 

“So,” the man began. He was on the short side but quite muscular. He was decked out in all black, and a black ski mask covered his face. “Do you like our primitive meeting place?” His voice was old and scratchy, but had a certain tone of pleasure to it. “We wanted a medieval look to our humble abode...”

He grasped the cameraman’s arm and led him to the back of the room. As the two walked to the far wall, nearly every other person in the room watched them. And every other one looked the same. All were dressed in black, and sported a black ski mask.

As the host and the cameraman took their seats against the back wall, the crowd went silent. The camera was fixated on the podium that stood atop the wooden platform. There was an emblem on the podium. It was a red, capital ‘D’ in front of an outlined image of America. All of a sudden, all together, the hoard of men began banging their fists on the tables. The pounding got louder and faster until a large, silhouette made its way out onto the darkened stage. And when it did, the pounding ceased.

One of the men at the first table stood up, bowed to the podium, and proceeded to move towards the wall. He reached down and lifted a torch that was leaning against the brick barrier. He help up to one of the large, wax candles and lit the tip of the large stick that carried a flame. He limped towards the stage and proceeded to light the two standing candles that accompanied the podium on either side. When the two candles were lit, the silhouette disappeared and a man stood forth behind the microphone podium.

He, however, was not dressed in black. Instead, he wore the color white. White pants, accompanied by a white shirt, cloaked by a white, leather trench coat. His face looked to be carved out of stone, as the emotionless expression didn’t wear off. His dark, brown eyes seemed to pierce whomever they grazed over and the shaved head glimmered in the candlelight. As he took his position behind the podium the audience stood and bowed.

He raised his arms, “SIT!” The word was spoken loudly in good English, but was laced with a thick German accent. “Now then, on to business.” His words were articulate yet heavy, and were spoken with a point. 

“As you all know, we have a guest.” He pointed to the back at the cameraman, “He is cameraman from All-Star Championship Wrestling.” You can tell that the large man, the assumed leader, was foreign, as this was the first broken sentence that escaped his tongue. “I have announcement for you all...”

It could not be told if the group was interested or shocked or anything along those lines because all of their expressions were hidden behind a veil.

“Operation ‘Degrade Americana’ now has national access!” The man raised his arm and the group cheered. “I have joined the wrestling scene to let our cause be known! We will now be seen by millions!” His once emotionless face now turned to pride with the sense of accomplishment.

“I receive word we have few new faces this evening. I am disappointed to say the least, as I wanted more people to join us.” The crowd stopped cheering as the man continued. “For new faces, let me introduce myself. I am Alexi Volstein, leader of the ODA group. It is American network for the Fulan Gong cult.”

“We are, considered, terrorists.” His expression and tone went from pride back to seriousness. “But, in our eyes, we are no such things. But, of course, this is just another example of human ignorance! LET THEM CALL US WHAT THEY WILL!” Alexi pounded the podium and the crowd cheered again.

“Let me spread light on who we are, and what we do, for the new faces.” Alexi looked about the crowd trying to spot the new soldiers. “It is our goal to show people how fucked they truly are. Our long-term goal is the destruction of mankind to better the Earth. If society starts over, maybe mankind will not fuck up like they recently did.”

“We are a martyr army! We are not army of God, because there is no God!” His voice raised to a stern yell. 

“We are not terrorists! George Bush and rest of World leaders are the terrorists! We are violent because we need to be! We kill...because we need to kill! Nothing is unjustified!” He had begun to swing his arms, and shouting at individual troops. 

“ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE FROM CORRUPTION! ALLOW YOURSELF TO SPIT ON PROPAGANDA! ALLOW YOURSELF...TO...HATE HUMANITY! AND ALLOW YOURSELF TO KICK SOCIETY WHEN IT IS DOWN!” He raised his arms in glory and the crowd did the same. Now everyone in the room was shouting and raising their arms. 

Truly believing in their cause... 

Hillary Small Vs. Jade

    

It was the moment the wrestling industry, particularly the fans of women’s wrestling, had been waiting for. The moment that had been anticipated and predicted long before it arrived. But most importantly, the moment both women had dreamed of. Finally, the fiendish, menacing Hillary Small would meet her archrival. 

That rival goes by the name of Jade Greene. 

Heard of her? 

Well if you haven’t then you’ve been living in an underground bunker for the past few years. Before Hillary arrived Jade was the dominant female in ACW, and in the industry itself. Then finally, a challenger arose – Hillary. And the rest, as they say, is history. 

~~~

The fans rose to their feet as some heavy rock music played, with a large introductory chorus and then finally a climax. A video played showing Hillary Smalls best moments in ACW, including her victory over Ron Williams at Pain or Pleasure. As the words of the song began to be recited by the vocalist they appeared on the tron in perfect synchronization.

“I won’t go away
Right here I’ll stay

Stand silent in flames
Stand tall ‘till it fades

Shoot me again
I ain’t dead yet

Shoot me Again”

“Shoot me Again” by Metallica continued to play as out walked Hillary Small, Jade’s opponent tonight at the year’s most anticipated Pay-Per-View so far, Glory!

“All the shots I take
I spit back at you
All the shit you fake
Comes back to haunt you

All the shots

All the shots I take
What difference did I make?
All the shots I take
I spit back at you”

Hillary walked out to the ring with her beautiful black hair flowing down her shoulders. She stroked it gently and stepped into the ring by putting her foot over the top rope and following it with the other leg. Her 6’8, 323lbs physique stood out with that of the miniscule ring announcer.

“I won’t go away, with a bullet in my back
Right Here I’ll stay, with a bullet in my back

Shoot me
Take a shot

I’ll stand on my own, with a bullet in my back
I’m stranded and sold, with a bullet in my back

I bite my tongue
Trying not to shoot back
No compromise
My heart won’t pump the other way”

The fans booed and chanted “The Mountain Troll” as she was often referred to, a nickname she earned due to her quite frankly, mirror shattering looks (aside from her hair of course). She did not smile as was stereotypical for someone who received so much hate but instead kept her facial expression frozen on the trademark frown she wore so often. 

On any other day perhaps she would remove those fans taunting her from their seats and execute her finishing move – The Dominant Female. Not today. She had to focus. Hillary stretched her muscles and flexed her astounding biceps as suddenly…

BOOM!

Several dozen pyros shot up into the air and the fans let out an almighty cheer. A video package played once more, this time showing the highlights of Jade’s illustrious career. 

“I cannot take this anymore
I'm saying everything I've said before
All these words they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Less I hear the less you'll say
But you'll find that out anyway
Just like before... 

Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break”

Just as the final spark of the pyro landed on the ramp, the lights went out in the entire arena. The music still played throughout and spotlights began to fly all around the ring area. Five of them shot out into the crowd then finally stopped on the top of the ramp, shining on Jade herself. 

“One Step Closer” by Linkin Park played as she stepped out from behind the infamous red curtain, raising her hands and saluting the crowd in a trademark fashion.

”I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again
Just like before... “

Jade began to walk down the ramp to the cheers of the crowd. They began to chant her name over and over again, and the ruckus got so loud, the voices of Linkin Park were hardly audible anymore. She half smiled as she strolled towards the ring, in her dark shorts and tight ‘Jade’ t-shirt.

”Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
Break break break break break”

Jade kept her eye on Hillary the entire way down the ramp. Hillary did the same. Neither woman took their eyes off each other, neither daring to halt the other’s burning intensity for revenge.

“Shut up when I'm talking to you
shut up shut up shut up 
shut up when I'm talking to you
shut up shut up shut up shut up
I’m about to break”

Jade climbed up the ring steps once she arrived at the end of the ramp and began her ascension. She jumped onto the turnbuckle and waved to her adoring fans – whilst revealing a little flesh in the process for her large amount of male fans. Hillary walked inside the ring with a swagger as Jade dropped from the turnbuckle to the outside of the ropes and held a small conversation with the referee, who was still on the inside, for the match. 

Her speech was not audible but the smart bet was that she was discussing the stipulation of the match – a No Disqualification Match-Up.

Jade smirked as she stepped through the ropes, keeping her eye on Hillary the whole time.

”Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
Break break break break break break

shut up when I'm talking to you
shut up shut up shut up 
shut up when I'm talking to you
shut up shut up shut up shut up
I’m about to break”

Jade continued to stare at Hillary. She leaned against the ropes, cool and calm, the way she looked before every match, but everyone knew she was full of anticipation and raring to go. Hillary on the other hand was pounding her fists together and urging Jade to get to the other side of the ring.

“Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break “

The referee called for the bell which was rung by the ring announcer, and the two women crouched low in a sumo-fashion and began pacing around the ring, each one tossing their pre-match plans out of the window and getting ready to kick ass. 

It was a toss-up to who would crack first….5’11 Jade or 6’8 Hillary Small. She may be small by name, but she is by no means a walkover. 

BANG!

Hillary forced Jade to bend her neck and instead of going for a DDT, which is the move many expected her to execute, she crunched her hand like an axe and raised it in the air. Jade fell immediately, her body falling to the mat face-first. Hillary roared triumphantly and beat her chest in what many would say was an insane style. She bent down to lift Jade up but seconds later the situation was reversed, Jade had lashed out at Hillary and sent The Troll flying across the ring. 

The fans gave a MASSIVE pop for Jade as she rose to her feet, and Hillary resembled a dragon with smoke pouring out of its nostrils. Jade taunted Hillary who finally got to her feet and kicked Jade in the chest. Jade slid under Hillary’s legs and then cradled Smalls head before performing a neckbreaker. The crack that followed was an unmistakable noise related to pain. 

Almost two minutes gone since the bell had gone…and Hillary had barely got off the mat. She slowly (but of course, surely) got onto her feet as Jade switched from looking down at her opponent to looking a hell of a long way up.

Hillary grabbed hold of Jade’s neck and lifted her up, setting her up for a chokeslam. Jade’s body hit the ground with impact, but instead of lying motionless like Hillary had done seconds ago Jade rolled over and got straight back up. 

“Is that all you’ve got? I took harder hits from Osyrus!” Jade shouted as the crowd popped once more. Hillary shook her head as the two women then picked up speed and began running at each other. Hillary was mere nanoseconds away from the clothesline when Jade ducked. 

Small was too slow, Jade nailed a dropkick and forced the 6’8 monster to retreat. Hillary sat in the turnbuckle, and looked undeniably happy as Jade ran towards her. She could have moved…but she didn’t. Instead she absorbed the pain from the spear into the turnbuckle, and fell to the ground. Jade, noting that Hillary was hurt and would not be back up for several minutes, began “playing up” to the fans and recovering from her aches and pains. 

But Hillary?

No.

She slid out of the ring and walked over to the crowd before reaching her hand over into the crowd. She pulled at one of the spectator’s chairs, but the spectator refused to hand it over. 

Hillary eventually pulled it from his hands and climbed into the ring, with the chair in her hands. The referees facial expression did not change….No Disqualification meant that any weapon could be used, be it a person or indeed a weapon, as was the case this time. Hillary folded the steel chair and climbed into the ring, which alerted Jade to her opponent’s presence. 

Jade wasn’t dumb however. Whilst Hillary had been searching around the ring for a chair to clobber Jade with, Ms Greene had been doing a little searching of her own. JG turned, Hillary stared. 

In Hillarys hands….a steel chair.

In Jades hands….a steel chair. 

Steel Chair + Steel Chair = 2 Steel Chairs

2 Steel Chairs = Pain. 

BOOM!

The sound of the chairs colliding was one met with exaggerated cheering, and a heavy echo, which remained. Jade tossed the chair away. Hillary tossed the chair away. The duo locked up and Hillary was on the receiving end of an Irish whip. 

She bounced off the ropes and tried for a clothesline which was (once again) dodged by Jade who put so much energy into avoiding the flailing arm that she stood motionless. Hillary rebounded off the other rope and scooped Jade up, nailing a brainbuster in the process. 

Hillary got to her feet and roared tremendously, beating her wide chest whilst doing so. She picked up Jade as the fans booed in tune with their chants of “Bitch” directed at Hillary. Within seconds Jade was in the air…the look in Hillary’s eyes, was like that of a murderer moving in for the kill. 

The Dominant Female.

It had been done….Hillary Small had nailed her finishing move on her nemesis Jade. The sit-down powerbomb had, as usual, been effective in knocking her opponent out cold…or had it?

Suddenly...music...activity on the titan-tron….

“When I’m Gone” by 3 Doors Down was the chosen theme, although the fans seemed unsure of whom it belonged to. But soon they were sure, as from behind the scarlet curtain, running like he was running for his native Mexico entered Forme, Forme Carlos. 

The fans gave Forme his biggest pop since he arrived in the federation – the cheers not dying down even though his destination was getting closer. 

Back in the ring, Hillary Small was pinning Jade…

1….

2….

Kickout!

Jade had kicked out! Forme Carlos slid under the ropes and then stood up, both women unaware of his presence. Jade got to her feet and saw him, their eyes meeting temporarily – until –

Instead of urging Forme to help her, Jade lashed out. She attempted a forearm punch in his ribs, which was blocked, and Forme was soon the one launching a physical attack. 

Jade was out cold this time, there was no question about it. With her opponent seemingly down and out Hillary Small walked over to FC and put out a hand inviting him to shake. But no, it was not to be. Forme launched another stinging attack, this time on the 6’8 monster Ms Small. He performed an extremely powerful kick to Hillary’s left leg…and then again to her right. 

Hillary didn’t stand a chance. Even at 323 lbs, her physique could not sustain and absorb such damage. Hillary fell to the mat and received a kick to the face care of Forme Carlos. 

The fans didn’t know what to do. Both women were out cold on the mat. A few seconds went by, then Jade began to stir. Hillary did too, in the other corner of the ring. Jade used the ropes to pull herself up, and leaned against the ring post, while looking intently at Carlos, as he stood in the ring, celebrating his lash beating on the two women.

Jade was pissed.

Hillary did the same. She pulled herself up, rubbing her knees with her hands. Carlos began to look around him, noting that both women had gotten up again. His facial expression turned from happy to frightened. 

He turned to Hillary who began to charge him. He jumped out of the way, sending Hillary to the other side of the ring, but as he turned around, Jade hit him with a dropkick to the face. 

Forme Carlos was down, but not out. He got up, and hit Jade with a legsweep, sending her to the mat. Hillary took advantage of Jade being down and kicked her in the ribs. Jade was sent flying to the outside of the ring. She landed hard and rolled around in pain for a bit.

The crowd booed massively at the outside interference by Forme Carlos, especially against their beloved Jade. Hillary decided to get rid of Carlos and began to advance on him. He sat on the turnbuckle in the corner, waiting for her to approach. 

She charged at him, and at the last second, he moved. Hillary hit the ring post hard with her head. She was knocked unconscious. Carlos jumped out of the ring and waved at the fans, while rubbing his cheek from the kick to the face by Jade.

He picked Jade up and tossed her back into the ring. She rolled onto her stomach and pulled herself to her knees, then up to her feet. Hillary was still laying on the mat. Jade kicked her in the ribs a few times. She was about to do it a final time, but Hillary grabbed her foot and tossed her aside. 

Hillary stood up and glared at Jade. Jade got up and went for a flying dropkick, but Hillary grabbed her and threw her over the top rope, using Jade’s own momentum to help her sore to the outside of the ring. 

Hillary grabbed Jade and applied an arm wrench. Jade screamed out in pain and elbowed Hillary with her free arm. Jade was now standing and Hillary was weakened from the ring post, and now the other shot to the head, that Jade took advantage. 

Jade raked her fingers across Hillary's back and grabbed her by the long black hair, and kneed her in the face. Hillary’s nose began to bleed all over the blue mats outside the ring. 

Forme Carlos grabbed a steal chair and slid it across the floor to Jade. Shrugging, she grabbed the chair and raised it high above her head. Without warning, Jade threw it forward, and cracked it off Hillary’s skull. 

CRACK!!!

Jade busted Hillary open over top of her eye and tossed the chair aside. Hillary looked at Jade and her eyes rolled back into her head. Hillary fell to the mat. 

Just to seal the deal, Jade jumped up onto the apron and began to climb the turnbuckles. The crowd began to cheer, as they knew what was coming next. As Hillary slowly began to climb to her feet, she looked up just in time, to see Jade jump off the top rope and wrap her legs around Hillary’s neck. Jade threw Hillary to the ground with ‘Jaded Skies’ Jade’s finisher, and top rope Hurricanrana. 

Hillary bashed her head off the metal stairs and fell to the mats again, unconscious.

Jade rolled over and grabbed Hillary’s leg, pulling it up, pinning her shoulders to the ramp. The ref slid into place and began to count the pin.

1....

2....

3....

Jade won the match!

She let go of Hillary’s leg and stood up quickly. She wiped some sweat from her brow and looked down at Hillary who was still bleeding all over the ground. Jade slid into the ring and jumped up on the turnbuckle. She waved as the fans cheered and jumped around for her. 

Jade smiled and jumped off the ropes, she landed and looked at Forme Carlos, who was standing right in front of her, a sly smirk on her face. Jade raised and eyebrow as he stuck out a hand for her to shake. 

Jade didn’t shake it. 

He shrugged and grabbed her hand anyways, raising it high in the air. 

Jade ripped her hand out of his and wrapped her arm around his head, dropping Carlos to the mat via his face. Carlos smashed his nose off the canvas and began to bleed. Jade kicked him in the ribs many times before spitting on him and walking out of the ring.

“One Step Closer” began to play as she stepped over Hillary’s body and walked up the ramp, to the cheers of her still adoring fans.

Winner: Jade

Negotiations



Charlie Dunn sighed as he rifled through the many papers depicting finances, or lack thereof, and other things related to ACW business that lay silently taunting him with their words and figures on his desk.

There was so much to do and prior to that very moment, there was never enough time to take care of it all.

However, as Charlie began to work, enjoying the quiet that was usually scarce around him, it seemed as if he finally had a moment to collect his thoughts and aid ACW in becoming one of wrestling’s top promotions once more.

Unfortunately, as a knock was heard at his door, it became disgustingly apparent to Charlie that the concept of getting his oh so important work done in peace would never actually be put into action.

“Come in.” He said, sounding extremely disappointed and frustrated.

Charlie’s office door creaked open and allowed a man, who looked as if he was very worn out and old, to step inside.

“What can I do for you?” Dunn asked, not even bothering to look up from the document he was currently reading.

The man paced slowly over to the front of Charlie’s desk and took a seat. 

“I was told by ACW representatives to meet with you at this time.” The man said meekly. “And I don’t like to miss appointments.”

“That’s good. Promptness is very important.” Charlie said professionally, finally looking up at the man who sat before him.

Dunn looked quizzically at the man, no doubt wondering who he was.

“You must be from some company.” He said, his tone not making it evident as to if his statement was a question or just that, a statement. “Are you looking to sponsor ACW?”

The man raised his eyebrow. “Actually,” the man said, explaining his business, “I’m here to speak with you about a contract with your promotion. I’m a wrestler.”

Dunn looked utterly shocked.

“You’re a wrestler?” ACW’s owner asked.

“That’s right.” The man said proudly, obviously unashamed of his chosen profession. “The name’s Tommy Taylor, but a lot of people called me ‘Triumphant’ when I worked down in Memphis, so either or is fine.”

“Wait.” Dunn stopped the man, who had just introduced himself as Tommy Taylor, in his tracks. “You’re Tommy Taylor?”

“Yes.” Taylor said again.

“You can’t be!” Charlie exclaimed. “The Tommy Taylor my people spoke with was in tip top physical condition and was a multiple time title holder! You’re just an old man!”

Taylor growled. “First of all, I am Tommy Taylor!” He screamed, very angry at Charlie Dunn for questioning his identity. “Second, and most important, I don’t care who you are. If you ever call me an old man again, I’ll break your scrawny ass in half.”

“Right.” Charlie said sarcastically, not taking Tommy’s threat to heart. “Well Mr. Taylor, it was a pleasure meeting you, but I’m sorry to say that ACW isn’t currently hiring. You might want to take up shuffleboard though! I hear it’s an excellent hobby for people your age.”

Dunn stood up and motioned toward the door, but Tommy raised his hand and placed it in front of the corporate figurehead.

“Hold on.” Taylor said. “I came here to talk to you about wrestling under the All-Star Championship Wrestling banner and that’s what I’m going to do. If you don’t want to sign me after we talk, then fine. Just hear me out first.”

“Fine.” Dunn replied. “You’ve got five minutes.”

It was then that Tommy Taylor broke down.

Tears began to fall from his eyes as he began to tell Charlie Dunn his story.

“I know I’m not much Mr. Dunn.” Taylor cried. “I used to be, but I’m not anymore. I’m just a man with a lot of experience in the ring who made some bad investments in his prime and now needs a job to pay his way out of it. I’ve got a family that needs to be supported.”

“So why not just get a regular job?” Dunn asked.

“I can’t do anything except for wrestle!” Tommy continued to whine. “I didn’t even graduate high school!”

Dunn looked at Tommy Taylor sympathetically.

“I wish I could help every guy who walks into this office Tommy, but I can’t.” Dunn explained. “The truth is, your history and experience level doesn’t mean anything to me. It’s what you can do now that matters. And looking at you there, all tired looking and beat up, I don’t think you can do much.”

“But you haven’t given me a chance to prove that I can!” Tommy yelled.

“Because I’m sick of giving chances Tommy!” Charlie yelled back. “I’ve given a lot of chances in the past to people just like you! People who needed jobs and said that they had families to provide for. And do you know what they did to me in return…?”

Taylor simply sat there, sulking and silent.

“Do you?!” Dunn asked loudly, only to receive silence from Tommy Taylor once more. “Well allow me to tell you. They walked Tommy! They took what money I did give them and walked! They left my federation and me in the dust. How do I know you won’t do the same God damned thing?”

Taylor wiped his eyes. “You don’t, sir.” He said apologetically. “And I’m sorry that people did you wrong in the past, but I’m not other people and I promise I won’t do the same thing to you. You’ve got my word.”

“Your word isn’t good enough for me.” Charlie said. “So you’re not getting a contract with ACW, at least not right now.”

Tommy let out a scream of rage and buried his head in his massive arms.

“I will throw you a bone though and give you an opportunity to earn a spot on my roster, however.”

Tommy sniffled. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Charlie smiled. “This is what you’ve got to do and let me warn you, it’s not going to be easy and it’s not going to be fun.”

“That’s ok Mr. Dunn! I’m willing to do whatever it takes!”

Charlie smirked devilishly. “Good.” He said. “Now, what I want you to do is be at each and every show leading up to King of Ages. At these shows, you’re going to wrestle a match. If you win just one of these matches, you’ll get paid and receive a yearlong contract with ACW. If you lose every single match, which is what I’m expecting, you’re finished and I never want to see you again. Understood?”

“Yes sir!” Tommy Taylor said attentively.

“Super.” Dunn said. “Meet with one of our road agents and they’ll set you up with the proper papers, plane tickets, and such.”

“No problem Mr. Dunn!” Taylor exclaimed happily. “You won’t be let down!”

“I hope not.” Said Dunn, standing up again and extending his hand to Taylor.

“Trust me.” Taylor said, assuring his new boss and shaking his hand.

And with that fateful handshake, Tommy Taylor was on his way.

The question was, where was he going?

To All-Star Championship Wrestling’s active roster or into obscurity?

Homicidal Tendencies Match
El Janitors
Vs. .vindication Vs. The Kole Brothers

    

So, it was confirmed.

The ACW Tag Team Titles WOULD be on the line. And for the UNOFFICIAL Tag Team Champions, El Janitors, the match just got more interesting. It was now time to live up to the tag many (and themselves as well) had labelled the two janitors. And for .vindication & The Kole Brothers, the titles would prove as a step in the right direction of their respective goals.

This three-way feud had it all. Comedy, demolition in the ring, the crossing over into personal lives, near-deaths, a change in mindsets and attitudes, one outstanding team who were surely coming into this match with bulleyes on their chests -- it had been classic, so far. Never before had three teams who contrasted so much came together for one common goal.

To become the best in the land, and to eradicate the other teams.

* DING DING DING DING DING *

"Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a Homocidal Tendencies Match. The rules of this match are as follows -- three teams will be competing under Tornado rules, in an Iron Men Match, which is unsanctioned. Meaning falls count anywhere, and anything goes! The team which has racked up the most number of decisions at the end of the 60-minute period will be declared as winners.

And the winners of this match will become the first All-Star Championship Wrestling Tag Team Champions ever, by decree of SilverHAWK!!!"

The crowd cheerd wildly at the rundown of the rules and the prize up for grabs in the upcoming match, one that had been highly anticipated since its announcement on the ACW website last week. Three teams, six men, sixty minutes of hell. Stamina & fatigue were going to be the biggest factors here, especially since the match wasn't governed by any rules.

The referees would only have to count a decision. No need to disqualify, no need to do any counting out. It was simple enough for the three referees assigned to the titanic brawl -- one was already in the ring, the other two stood around the announce team's table. Knowing that falls could be counted anywhere, the two referees had a feeling that the match would spill over to the weirdest parts of the arena, and they'd have to travel on foot a lot.

So then, cue "Clocks" by Coldplay. And out came the brothers Kole, having changed to white sleeveless tanktops and black wrestling tights with red lining down the side of each leg, plus black boots with white laces. Andi & Joey looked prepared to battle as they walked to the ring, soaking in the mixed response they got. They were the true wildcards in this match -- half the crowd liked them, the other half hated their guts.

And that was probably how the Koles liked it.

Rolling into the ring, Andi & Joey quickly tested out the ropes, before Joey retreated to the outside, in search of weapons. This wasn't going to be a classic technical contest, but a fight for survival. And that meant utilising any tool they could forage.

Once the theme song died down, the house lights dimmed slightly... and massive jeers erupted for the men that had wreaked havoc on the lives of the other two teams in the match. Brought together mysteriously, they weren't the model team in terms of communication. But with regards to the brutality they brought to the table, .vindication were an example of how powerful and clinical a team should be.

"6 Hard Months" by Marilyn Manson began pumping over the system, and within seconds, Liam & Nefarian had swarmed into the ring, appearing from the crowd. An interesting point was that neither men came together; meaning Liam appeared from behind the announce team, while Drake jumped the guardrail to the right of the ring. Sliding inside, the two men wasted no time in laying a beatdown on Andi, while Joey dropped the kendo sticks he had retrieved from under the ring and rolled back into the ring.

His brother needed him.

* DING DING DING *

[60:00]
Immediately, the chief referee signalled for the bell to be rung, as Liam sent Andi down to the canvas with an elbow to the back of his head, and began stomping away at his lower spine area, while Nefarian nearly decapitated Joey with a scintilating left hook. As .vindication's theme song faded, a double stomping was taking place in the ring, the crowd livid over the cheap way the match had started.

So then, "Science" by System Of A Down started up, and the aura of hate was quickly displaced by hearty cheers of admiration and likeability, as Janitor Morris and Janitor Howard -- decked out in their old-school janitor uniforms -- came charging down to the ring. Each having a mop in possession.

Entering the ring, Howard slammed the mop into the spine of Liam, causing the latter to stop his kicking of Andi, while Drake's similiar form of assault was halted by Morris driving the end of the mop into the back of the Boxin' Sensation's neck. However, as Nefarian staggered towards the rope, eventually grabbing it to help retain his balance, Janitor M cracked the handle of the mop over the left shoulder of Joey Kole.

Joey screamed out in agony, but was grateful for Morris deciding to focus on Drake Nefarian for the time being, as the former rushed towards the latter and slammed the handle of the mop into the Middle-Eastern Gladiator Supremo, causing both men to tumble out of the ring and land on the ground with a sickening thud. That allowed Joey to crawl towards one of the four corners of the ring, and get some rest.

Meanwhile, Andi Kole & Janitor Howard had Liam grounded, and started kicking away at his shoulders; Andi was focusing on the right, Howard has his eyes set on the left shoulder of the Irishman. It was methodical and strategic work from Andi & Howard, who actually seemed to be communicating well with each other.

The fun was just beginning.

---

[57:15]
On the outside, Drake had finally managed to stop Morris from using his trusty mop, taking him down with a legsweep moments earlier. Now, with Janitor M woozy from his head having bounced off the ground, Drake pulled the tall Eastern European janitor up and started jabbing away at his shoulder, trying to effectively numb out the upper-body area of Morris. The punches weren't having much effect, however, and thus... Drake decided to do something drastic.

He sent Morris flying into the steel-steps, making sure that the right shoulder of Janitor M had made great impact with the steps. However, as Drake raised his fists in the air and did a little celebratory jig, he hadn't noticed Joey Kole suddenly springing to life, by jumping to the top of the turnbuckle corner he had been resting in...

And after The Hired Hitman of The British Army turned around, Joey took flight with a flying clothesline, completely levelling Nefarian! The crowd went practically nuts over the high-risk move performed by the younger of the Kole Brothers, who wasted no time in picking himself up and proceeding over to the immobile body of Janitor Morris. Kicking away at M's right shoulder made sure that the crowd's admiring cheers for Joey got taken down a notch.

In the ring, the assault of Liam was still underway. Andi Kole had shifted his focus, and was now kicking away at the Irishman's right quadricerp muscle, hoping to make the right-hand man to The Scorpion Of Manchester lose all feeling in legs. Howard, meanwhile, had been picking away at the left shoulder of Liam... but to break the routine, the Senior Citizen of QA bounced himself off the ropes and scored with an elbow drop.

Not content, Howard picked himself up and connected with an elbow drop. And again. And again. And again.

Five in total, and the crowd were really going wild now, as the favourites for the match(and the titles) weren't faring too well at all. Andi punched the air in jubilation as Howard connected with the fifth elbow drop, and suggested to the Senior Citizen that a high-impact move was in order.

Howard agreed and the two pulled Liam up, taunting him while doing so, before whipping the big-built Irishman into the ropes. As Liam returned, Andi & Howard sent him flying over their heads in a double back body-drop, but amazingly enough, Liam landed on his feet expertly! Turning around, however, Liam found two kicks targetted at his abdominals, before Howard and Andi lifted the Irishman into the air.

Tandem vertical suplex time!

.... Or not.

The size of Liam and the laws of gravity ensured that Andi & Janitor H couldn't really pull off their tandem suplex, and this gave the right-hand man to ground his two opponents by delivering a double suplex, drawing a massive applause from the crowd! Howard thrashed about on the canvas a bit, his right hand immediately grabbing his spine. Andi Kole, surprisingly enough, was quick to get back to his feet but he was completely dazed from the sheer impact of the move.

Liam had more in store for the older Kole Brother, as he lifted Andi up in a military press and from the middle of the ring, tossed him OUT of the ring, sending Andi's head crashing into the side of the announce table! An amazing show of strength of Liam, who quickly turned around and grabbed the recovering Janitor Howard by the throat.

The audience gulped, knowing what was next.

*KA-BLAM*

Chokeslam! A move pulled off with devastating power, and as Howard lay lifeless on the canvas, Liam made the quick cover;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

And just like that, the first decision in the Homicidal Tendencies Match had been made, as the advantage was now with the hated tandem known as .vindication. Liam smiled as he got up to his feet, dragging the stirring Howard over to a corner of the ring.

.vindication - 1, El Janitors - 0, The Kole Brothers - 0

---

[51:32]
The Kole Brothers had regrouped by now, realising that if they stood any chance of winning, they'd had to think smart. Liam had been in the ring, choking Janitor Howard out and basically kicking his ass, leaving Morris isolated. So, as Joey continued to brawl with Morris around the ring, Andi made sure none of his limbs were broken after the wicked toss from Liam, and actually helped Nefarian up, in hopes of trying to get the Boxin' Sensation to ally with The Koles for a bit.

No such luck. Nefarian punched Andi out, and after a while of sending rabid kicks to the side of Andi's head, the Hired Hitman got himself a steel chair. Smiling wickely, Drake Nefarian advanced on Andi, who retreated by crawling away as quickly as he could.

*SMACK*

Nefarian missed, as Andi managed to pull himself up and stumble up the ramp, his head throbbing immensely. However, Andi's luck ran out as Drake caught up with the older Kole Brother and knocked him down to the ramp face-first with a forearm shot. The section of the crowd that flanked the ramp and the aisles started booing heavily, but there was nothing they could do.

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

Three shots to the spine of poor Andi Kole.

Meanwhile, Liam had pulled Janitor H up after some mindless stomping, and whipped him into the ropes. The assault he'd undergone, however, ensured that Howard collapsed halfway, his legs no longer being able to support his body. Liam smiled as he slowly walked towards the helpless Howard, realising that the latter was at his complete mercy.

On the outside of the ring, Morris had finally turned the tide on Joey Kole, sending the latter flying face-first into the steel post when Joey originally whipped Morris towards the post. The front-row fans roared approvingly, and watched as Joey staggered right back into Janitor M's path.

What did the FREAKING One do?

Lift Joey in the air and slam him down onto the guadrail, stomach first. Truly a gut-wrenching move and Joey howled out in pain, as he slid off the railing and staggered backwards like a drunkard. Morris couldn't believe his luck, and for the second time, made Joey pay for walking right into his hands.

An overhead belly-to-belly suplex, with the added twist of Joey Kole landing on his neck... ON THE STEEL STEPS!

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

Back in the ring, Liam had enough of toying around with Howard by slapping him around, and pulled the almost-lifeless Senior Citizen up to his feet. The defeated look in Howard's eyes told the story of his disappointment, and the fading away of El Janitors' chances. The enigmatic Irishman was intent on absolutely burying the El Janitors challenge...

And so, he kicked Howard in the gut, before pushing him between his legs... and drilling Janitor H with a punishing and flowing powerbomb, shaking the ring with its impact! Referee #1 had a look of concern in his eyes for Howard as he hit the deck for the count;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!

.vindication - 2, El Janitors - 0, The Kole Brothers - 0

On the outside of the ring, Referee #2 was suddenly called into action as Janitor Morris finally managed to make the cover on Joey Kole, following the overhead belly-to-belly suplex moments ago;

ONE...

TWO...

THRE...

Incredible! Joey Kole somehow managed to kick out, inadvertently helping .vindication out. Liam, content that he'd done enough to dispose of Janitor Howard, shifted his intent attention to the outside, where Janitor Morris scratched his head of hair furiously, wondering what he would have to do to keep Joey Kole down.

On the ramp, Drake Nefarian had quietly been kicking viciously at Andi Kole's head, causing a small gash to be opened up. Not as if the Middle-Eastern Gladiator Supremo cared, as he set the chair down on the ramp nicely, before grabbing Andi by the collar of his shirt and pulling it up. In one swift motion, Drake Nefarian executed a sloppy-yet-effective death valley driver onto the steel chair on the ramp, further aggravating the wound on the back of Andi's head!

And Referee #3 finally had something to do;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!

.vindication - 3, El Janitors - 0, The Kole Brothers - 0

..vindication were ruling the school so far, snapping up three decisions with ten or so minutes. However, Janitor Morris was hellbent on narrowing the already-frightening gap, as he drove Joey Kole down onto the steel steps courtesy of a double-arm DDT!

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

Having scraped his own limbs against the metal wasn't about to deter the FREAKING One from making the hurried cover;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

Finally, a team other than .vindication had gotten on the scoreboard, and things were beginning to get interesting as the fifteen-minute mark approached.

.vindication - 3, El Janitors - 1, The Kole Brothers - 0

Liam grinned as he finally climbed out of the ring and clocked the jubilant Morris with a right hook, bringing down the crescendo of cheers that evolved after Morris got the pin on Joey. The enigmatic Irishman continued to fire away with right punches, before The FREAKING One blocked a punch and connected with a stiff kick to Liam's groin area.

Which sparked off a barrage of punches from Janitor M! Left, right... the face, the abdominals, the sternum... it didn't matter which fist Morris was using or where the punches were being directed to; they were draining the life out of Liam, much to the great joy of the crowd.

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

Alas, the little flurry of activity from The FREAKING One came to an end as Liam finally snapped back to life and jarred Morris with a vile headbutt, before grabbing the Eastern European by his hair and slamming his face into the steel post. The fans didn't quite like that at all, but they had to be content with watching Liam roll Morris back into the ring.

Liam himself, however, didn't quite enter the ring in the same manner. Instead, he remained on the ring apron after pulling himself up there and waited for Morris to regain his vertical balance...

Before the big-sized Liam hurled himself onto the top rope and showed tremendous balance, before leaping at Morris, aiming to smother the Eastern European with a flying body block.

The super thing was Morris actually catching Liam in mid-air and holding him in a bearhug-like position.

The sucky thing was Liam managing to grip the waistband of Janitor M's orange pants and pulling himself over the latter's head, culminating in a unique schoolboy roll-up of sorts, prompting Referee #1 to hit the deck;

ONE...

TWO...

THRE...

*CRUNCH*

Janitor Howard had been left unattended for a while, and it came back to bite Liam in the ass, as Howard pulled himself up with the help of the ropes and easily broke the cover by sending a brilliant sidekick into the Irishman's face, made easier by the nature of the position of the pin.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Drake Nefarian had once again been strategically wearing Andi Kole out and conserving his own energy. Following the successful pinning of Andi, Drake had thrown the older Kole Brother into the guardrail, before letting fly with several of his effective boxing arsenal punches. Once Andi looked on the brink of passing out, Nefarian took a step back and let loose with a thrust kick with his left leg, toppling Andi into the crowd.

Having done this, Nefarian noticed Liam in the ring, pinning Morris, and decided to move closer to celebrate what would be yet another decision for .vindication. Of course, that was before Howard came to the rescue... which didn't sit down well with Drake. So, the Hired Hitman rushed to the ring and jumped onto the apron, eager to help his partner out.

That wasn't quite what happened, as Janitor Howard charged at the ropes and slammed himself into Drake, sending the latter flying down to the ground. The fans popped big time, especially after noting that the former boxer had landed quite awkwardly and was taking his time to recover. At the same time, Andi had found himself back in the aisle, and eyed Drake carefully, as his hand reached out towards the steel chair on the ramp...

In the ring, having been kicked in the face, Liam was getting whooped by Morris, who was unleashing his artillery of overhand Mongolian chops to the Irishman's chest. Having made sure that Liam was drained of his energy in the corner, Morris turned to look at his partner for approval.

And Howard promptly replied by nodding his head, before he raced towards the diagonal corner.

With the crowd standing up in excitement, Janitor M whipped Liam towards his partner, just as Howard slowly exploded out of his corner, looking to connect with a high-impact move of some kind. The trouble was, Liam had a secret reserve and managed to reverse the whip, sending Morris towards Howard.

And Howard was planning a jumping thrust kick!

Somehow, Morris managed to duck the kick and let the momentum take him into the opposite corner, where he prevented himself from crashing into the turnbuckle. Howard was bewildered by the whole thing and turned around to look at his partner. Relieved that he was safe, Howard turned back and was immediately knocked down by Liam, who went charging forward towards Morris.

Janitor M frowned at his partner getting knocked on his ass so easily and swung a wild right at Liam, who expertly ducked it and planted the Eastern European with a northern lights slam. Howard quickly recovered and tried to get something on Liam, who swatted the Senior Citizen to the ropes with a single punch.

By this time, Drake Nefarian had managed to overcome the nasty fall he took moments ago and was back on the ring apron. Just in time, too, as Janitor Howard came stumbling towards him following the Irishman's discus punch. Smiling, the Boxin' Sensation grabbed Howard's head and slammed it downwards, onto the top rope. The impact of which sent ol' Howard staggering back towards the middle of the ring, and forced Drake Nefarian to jump down to the ground.

This time, he landed safely.

*CRACK*

But Andi Kole was lurking with the chair, which he promptly sent crashing into Nefarian's spine.

In the ring, Liam already had Morris set up for a chokeslam, but with Howard wobbling into his path, Liam's left hand reached out and grabbed the Senior Citizen by his neck.

Back on the outside of the ring, a stunned Drake Nefarian turned around to face the vengeful Andi Kole...

*CRACK*

And got steel over his head, which sent him collapsing to the ground like a sack of potatoes. With half of the crowd ecstatic, Andi quickly made the cover;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

.vindication - 3, El Janitors - 1, The Kole Brothers - 1

In the ring, Liam was preparing to unleash hell on Earth, by chokeslamming both members of El Janitors at the same time. The Irishman was slightly distracted by Andi Kole pinning his partner though, and that allowed Morris & Howard to save themselves. How?

Via a double kick to the groin!

And following that, El Janitors wasted no time, as they approached Liam by the sides... and...

DOUBLE SPINNING BACK SUPLEX!! MASSIVE MOVE, THAT COMPLETELY TOOK THE WIND OUT OF LIAM! COVER BY HOWARD;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!!

Massive celebrations ensued, as Liam the invincible had FINALLY been pinned, and the scoreboard was looking a little bit more respectable now.

.vindication - 3, El Janitors - 2, The Kole Brothers - 1

Howard & Morris rose to their feet, jubilant over the successful demolition of Liam. In their midst of their little celebratory dance in the ring, however, neither noticed the recovering JOEY KOLE perched at the top of one of the four turnbuckles. With blood covering his face, the young man took off...

And scored with a cross-ring flying body block, effectively wiping out BOTH Howard & Morris!

On the outside, Andi Kole had been cursing and swearing at Drake Nefarian ever since pinning him, and noticing his brother back in the thick of things, decided to leave Drake with one last parting shot.

*CRACK*

Another chairshot, before the chair itself flew into the crowd. With a devilish gleam in his eyes and the realisation that Liam hadn't moved an inch since getting drilled, Andi ran to the ring, leaped onto the apron with a single bound, jumped onto the top rope and successfully balanced himself there...

BEFORE SCORING WITH A SENSATIONAL SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON LIAM!! THE IMMEDIATE HOOK OF THE LEGS;

ONE...

TWO...

THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!

.vindication - 3, El Janitors - 2, The Kole Brothers - 2

More explosive cheers and partying ensued from the capacity crowd, who had just been treated to 23 minutes of unbelievable action so far. Every member of the match now lay semi-lifeless, tired out by their exertions in the battle thus far.

But there was about 37 minutes left.

---

[36:02]
For the past minute, the crowd had to watch all the six men writhing around in agony, gasping for breath, trying to fathom how they hadn't passed out from the exhaustion yet. Andi & Joey, being the youngest combined, had the slight advantage... and thus, they were the first one up to their feet.

And with the desire to change the complexion of the match.

Both brothers slid out of the ring and scowled at the crowd who were still giving them a mixed response. The audience had to give it to the Kole Brothers -- they were proving to be no pushovers. And their intentions were underlined as they pulled out a myriad of weapons from under the ring.

Tables, ladders, and chairs... oh my!

Plus, trash cans and kendo sticks and steel chains and lead pipes and 2x4s...

Andi gleefully grabbed a kendo stick and strutted over to the still-recovering Drake Nefarian, who had secretly managed to sneak out a pair of brass knucks from his jeans. Out of the corner of his eye, Drake could see Andi approaching ever closer to him... and as the older Kole brother raised the kendo stick over his head, Drake struck.

*CRUNCH*

A ferocious right jab, complimented by brass knucks, knocked Andi out instantly! Drake quickly picked up the kendo stick and cracked it over the head of the unknowing Joey Kole who was setting up a table, sending him slumping down to his knees. In the ring, Liam & Janitor Howard began stirring, while Morris rolled out of the ring.

In time to watch Nefarian pin Andi Kole;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

.vindication - 4, El Janitors - 2, The Kole Brothers - 2

As easily as that, Drake had managed to pip .vindication back into a clear advantage, and Janitor Morris was furious with himself for not being able to muster enough energy to interrupt the count. As the Middle-Eastern Gladiator Supremo arose to his feet, the FREAKING One rushed over and knocked Drake down with a forearm shot, before pulling the former boxer right back up and whipping him towards the guardrail.

There was one simple problem in that plan, however.

Nefarian reversed the whip and Janitor M's knees crashed into the guardrail, sending him over it and into the sea of humanity. But before he could go completely over, Drake grabbed his waistband and left the Eastern European balancing on his abdominals on the railing.

Which simply allowed Drake to punch away viciously at M's kidney area.

Back in the ring, Liam & Howard had regained their vertical balance... and the Irishman, embarrassed due to the fact that his air of invincibility had been shattered after having been pinned twice, charged at Howard. Knocking him down via a chop block to Howard's right leg. The Senior Citizen cried out agitatedly as he fell to the canvas, and began to endure a barrage of stiff kicks to the back of his head.

On the outside, Andi & Joey had recovered... and watching Liam in the ring, a cunning plan entered their minds. Andi commanded his brother to go inside and aggravate the Irishman, while he got the table in position. Joey nodded and duly entered the ring.

"Hey jackass! I pinned you just now, didn't I?!" Joey screamed out to Liam, who immediately turned around and growled.

Of course, the right-hand man to The British Army's commander did more than that -- he lunged at Joey Kole, who smartly lowered his body and lifted Liam over his head... and out of the ring.

*CRASH*

And through the table!

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

Drake Nefarian, alerted by the sound of a table being broken to pieces, turned around and was alarmed to find his partner laying admist the rubble. What was more alarming was Andi Kole tossing a trash can at him. Luckily for Drake, he managed to catch the can before it made impact with his face.

Little did he know...

*SMASH*

A running dropkick into the can, which rebounded into Drake's face. It knocked him AND the recovering Janitor Morris over the guardrail and into the front row crowd, who were still cheering over Liam being clobbered yet again. The Irishman was about to undergo more pain, courtesy of Joey Kole.

Who jumped onto the top of the turnbuckle and leapt off with a flying elbow, driving it right into the heart of the enigmatic Irishman! And within seconds, Joey -- also a little worse for wear following the crazy stunt -- hooked the inner leg of Liam, forcing Referee #2 into action;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

.vindication - 4, El Janitors - 2, The Kole Brothers - 3

Andi helped his brother up and traded high-fives with him, whilst the two gave each other words of encouragement. They had pulled themselves within one off .vindication, and their new yearning to go extreme were giving them an edge. Surely, though, none of them were expecting getting clobbered by a suicide dive by a non-daredevil.

Especially if he was as old as a dinosaur.

But Janitor Howard had done it, much to the surprise of the crowd, which were now absolutely enthralled by the continuous drama. Howard quickly rolled away from the Kole Brothers, who were cursing as they returned to their feet, and watched as Howard seized control of a steel chair.

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

One to Andi, the other to Joey! Janitor H was waving the flag of El Janitors high and mighty, and he quickly got his body across Joey's for the pin;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

.vindication - 4, El Janitors - 3, The Kole Brothers - 3

It was all so tight now, with one decision seperating .vindication from their opponents. But at a time where Liam & Drake seemed to have run out of steam, and with The Kole Brothers managing to regroup quickly to gang up on Janitor Howard... it looked as if the match was rumbling towards a surprise ending.

---

[30:00]
Having beaten on Janitor Howard for a bit with their bare fists, Andi decided to take a breather and survey the conditions of their opponents, while Joey kicked the Senior Citizen in his left knee and scored with a whooping swinging neckbreaker on the unforgiving concrete covered only by a small layer of padding. Again, the crowd were generating a mixed response... but some scattered cheers could be heard evolving as Janitor Morris & Drake Nefarian had finally recovered and began brawling with each other within the sea of humanity, slowly bringing their fight up to the exit.

Meanwhile, Liam pushed away several pieces of the wooden table he'd been put through earlier and attempted to get back to his feet, but an alert Andi Kole was on the scene, and he immediately grabbed a steel chain... using it to choke the life out of the Irishman.

Joey Kole was having a fun time cockily stomping away at Janitor Howard, but the routine got boring and the younger of the Kole Brothers decided to put the ladder to good use, as he lifted it up over his head and brought it down forcefully onto the upper torso of Howard!

*SMACK*

Howard howled out in anguish, but Joey Kole wasn't about to leave it at that.

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

After that last shot, Joey left the ladder plastered to the motionless body of Janitor Howard, an idea popping into his head. Turning around, Joey smiled as his brother continued to choke out Liam and grabbed a chair, with the crowd getting really vocal about what the youngest man in the match was about to do.

But there was no stopping him. He was on fire now.

*CLANG*

*CLANG*

*CLANG*

Three smacks of the chair against the ladder, which obviously inflicted more damage to poor, incapacitated Howard. Finally pleased and satisfied, Joey tossed the chair away and removed the ladder off the Senior Citizen of QA, following up with a quick cover;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

.vindication - 4, El Janitors - 3, The Kole Brothers - 4

Amazingly enough, The Kole Brothers were on level terms with .vindication and showed no signs of slowing down! Joey rose to his feet and dragged BOTH Howard(by his legs) and the chair up the ramp, towards the stage. In the meantime, Morris & Nefarian had disappeared into the backstage area along with Referee #3, their little brawl escalating into something very heated.

While, at ringside, Andi Kole had finally given up trying to choke Liam and simply whipped the chain against the Irishman's chest, as if the latter was a donkey that was refusing to do work and had to be punished. The heinous cracks of the steel chain against Liam's body was too sickening for the crowd to appreciate, but the fact of the matter was... it was Liam getting his arse whooped.

"LIAM SUCKS ASS!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"LIAM SUCKS ASS!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"LIAM SUCKS ASS!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

---

[25:47]
Andi had decided against continuing attempting to weaken the legs of Liam for a possible submission move, and began to play around with his toys -- firstly setting up a table right at the bottom of the ramp and placing two chairs on it. During that, Joey had finally managed to get Janitor Howard on the stage, and the latter was resting against the scaffolding, trying to catch his breath as streaks of blood trickled down his aged face. Joey Kole was hellbent on aggravating those cuts on the Senior Citizen's face by kicking away at it, before he pulled H up and smiled.

Throwing a punch, Joey was shocked to find Howard actually blocking the punch in his extremely weakened state... and then, be reeling from a renaissance, as Janitor H sprung to life, firing away with clinical right and left hooks, raising the spirits of the crowd. Truly a memorable sight to behold, as Joey inched ever closer to the edge of the stage.

At ringside, Andi had gotten a limp Liam onto the table, before placing yet ANOTHER chair on Liam's face... before setting up the ladder in the spot where the Irishman crashed through a table a while ago.

Back on the stage, Janitor Howard was schooling the youngster, Joey Kole, in the fine art of slugging. With each punch, Joey pedalled ever closer to the dangerous edge of the stage. Howard had given up on caring, it was all fair in love and war. Right then and there, all Howard could think of was the way Joey annihilated him just a few moments ago.

And this led to Janitor H commandeering the steel chair that JK had brought up to the stage.

Joey's legs were weak, and the sweat were clouding his vision. He saw the blurred image of the Senior Citizen of QA running towards him with some kind of weapon and decided the only thing he could do was... well, to wet his pants.

BUT. Joey managed to snap out of his stupor in time to kick the chair back into Howard's face, and render the latter rolling around on the edge of the stage. Joey fell forwards, to his knees, and winced at how drained he was feeling. Forcing himself up, he grabbed hold of the chair and turned around to notice Howard almost back up as well.

And when Janitor H turned around...

*CRACK*

A moment or two of swaying... before the collective gasp of a shocked audience...

....

*SMASSSSSSSSSSH*

JANITOR HOWARD HAD FREEFALLEN TWENTY-FIVE FEET OFF THE STAGE, AND THROUGH A FUNKEN TABLE~~!

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

Back at ringside, Andi Kole had actually been scaling the ladder... and stopped to applaud his brother's momentous feat. But focusing back at the task at hand, Andi reached the top of the ladder within record time and balanced himself at the peak, not daring to look down. The crowd, although concerned by Howard's freefall, were now captivated by the sight of Andi Kole standing at the top of a fifteen-foot ladder, with Liam laying on a table with chairs directly below.

"This is it! No regrets!" Andi was heard muttering.

Before one last intake of breath... and yet another freefall...

*SMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH*

THAT CRAZY SON-OF-A-BITCH JUST SCORED WITH A SENTON BOMB OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER DOWN ONTO LIAM THROUGH A FUCKING TABLE WITH CHAIRS~~~!!!

"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK!"

The entire arena was reveberating from the massive cheers generated, and Referee #2 was stunned to actually see Andi Kole moving... much less make a cover;

ONE....

TWO....

THREEEEEEEE!!

THE KOLE BROTHERS TAKE THE LEAD!!!!!

.vindication - 4, El Janitors - 3, The Kole Brothers - 5

Joey Kole staggered down the ramp in absolute awe of the risk his brother took, but noticing that Liam was still pretty much dead-like after his brother rolled off the Irishman's body, Joey decided to throw caution to the wind. Despite his weakened legs, he ran down the ramp... jumped over Liam's body and onto the ladder... and sommersaulted backwards in the air, crashing down onto Liam in a moonsault-variant!

"A - MA - ZING!"
"A - MA - ZING!"
"A - MA - ZING!"

Indeed, it was. And what was better was that it was followed up with a cover;

ONE.....

TWO.....

THREEEEEEEEE!!!!

NOOOOOOO!! LIAM KICKED OUT!! LIAM KICKED OUT! THAT FUCKER KICKED OUT!!

Surprise engulfed the entire audience, as Liam actually kicked out. Joey was so stunned that he immediately went for another cover, just to make sure;

ONE...

TWO...

Another kick-out! Liam was sure as hell alive, and this meant trouble for the battered Kole Brothers! Joey & Andi looked at each other knowingly as they helped each other up, and watched as Liam himself dusted the rubble off him.

---

[20:30]
Footage of the Drake/Morris brawl backstage was finally made available to the fans, who immediately caught up with Drake smashing his hand into a wall, after intending to hit Morris with a quick jab. Janitor M, gasping for air, tumbled down the hallway... in desperate search of a recluse and some water. Drake Nefarian wasn't about go give up so easily, however.

He ventured forward after Morris, and again seeked to clobber him with one of his trademark punches to the back of the head. Yet again, Morris tumbled out of the way, and another wall had a hole in it courtesy of Drake. Janitor M's energy level was waning though and after a bit more staggering, he finally rested himself against a wall directly opposite from somebody's locker-room.

Drake smiled as his prey had ceased movement and moved in for the kill.

....

So, make that strike three?

Morris again somehow found it in himself to lower his head just in time, and even retaliated with an uppercut to the Boxin' Sensation. Stunned, Drake found himself tasting the wall seconds later, courtesy of a reverse elbow shot to the back of his head. The impact of that, however, caused Drake to rebound off the wall and into The FREAKING One's path.

*CRASH*

Inevitably, Janitor Morris was going to pull off a truly wonderful move, and a sloppy german suplex through the door of the locker-room did the trick. As it turned out, the room was occupied by two lesbians who started screaming at the sight of Nefarian being hurled through their door.

Morris smiled at the ladies, before making the pin;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

.vindication - 4, El Janitors - 4, The Kole Brothers - 5

..vindication's earlier lead had been whittled down to almost nothing now, as Morris stood up and quickly limped away. Drake was out and didn't seem like he was going to move for some time, so the FREAKING One figured it'd be a good idea to go back down to ringside.

And get in on some of the action.

---

[18:24]
In the ring, Joey & Andi were trying their bestest to keep Liam grounded with tandem moves, such as a double clothesline and tandem suplexes and double armdrags... but letting the Kole Brothers throw everything they had at him was Liam's way of conserving and building up energy. He wasn't about to fight back.

Not when he felt ready, and saw an opening.

And when the odd couple lowered their heads after sending Liam into the ropes, aiming for a tandem back back drop, the Irishman knew that it was time to announce his comeback into the match.

DOUBLE JUMPING ELBOW SHOT, TO THE BACK OF THE HEADS OF JOEY & ANDI!

Both men fell face-first onto the canvas, stunned by the wicked counter Liam had pulled off, and Andi seeked to get some retaliation. Standing up, he ran right into a thrust chop to his neck, before the Irishman chopped Joey in the upper chest area. A right hook to Andi sent him flying to the ropes, allowing Liam to take Joey out of the equation with a straight jab to his face!

As Andi returned from the ropes, Liam grabbed him by the neck and tossed him effortlessly into one of the four corners of the ring, before following up with a charging body-smash, crushing the older Kole Brother in the corner turnbuckle. Several gut punches later, Liam sent Andi sprawling across the ring and into the diagonal corner with a ferocious whip, and as the latter staggered out of the corner with a possible broken spine...

RUNNING JUMPING SIDEKICK!

Liam was firing on all cylinders now, and as he tended to the recovering Joey Kole, he didn't notice Janitor Morris scampering down the ramp, much to the absolute delight of the crowd.

The enigmatic Irishman was too busy setting Joey up for a...

CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!

Tremendous move from Liam, who was looking more like a wrestler than a mindless brawler day by day. However, the sudden increase in cheers from the crowd somewhat confused the Irishman, prompting him to turn around...

And see Janitor Morris perched at the top of the turnbuckle...

FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE! LIAM WAS DOWN!

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

And the FREAKING One was fired up for this stretch of the match, pulling Liam up and sending a dozen or so uppercuts to the Irishman's face, before connecting with a discus punch! Liam tumbled backwards into the ropes and back into the path of a possible clothesline from Morris. Liam ducked, however, and used his momentum to take himself into the parallel set of ropes, coming back with the intention of hitting a clothesline of his own. Morris blocked and waited for Liam to come back...

BEFORE TURNING HIM INSIDE OUT WITH THE SICKEST LOOKING CLOTHESLINE YOU'D EVER SEE!

Two heavyweights, duking it out, putting everything behind their attacks... it was working up the crowd's appetite. And there was more to come, with Morris eagerly awaiting Liam's recovery. Behind Morris, Joey & Andi began stirring to life, watching the action unfolding in the ring.

Liam finally regained his balance, wobbled around in a trance for a while, and turning around...

Kick to the gut...

FRONT FACE NECKBREAKER!! MORRIS CALLS IT -- FREAK YOU!!!!!

FREAK YOU!!!!!

LIAM WAS DOWN, AND MORRIS HOOKED THE LEGS;

ONE........

TWO........

THREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

.vindication - 4, El Janitors - 5, The Kole Brothers - 5

You'd never thought it was possible. But .vindication were now lagging behind the competition, and it was a straight fight to the finish between El Janitors & The Kole Brothers now. Morris himself was aware of this, not noticing his partner around anywhere.

Unknown to him, Howard had began stirring to life at the technical area, and had began on his slow crawl towards the ring.

In which, Morris had declared war on Andi & Joey, dazing both of them with hard jabs to their faces. Each soaked in about eight jabs, before Andi finally slumped to his knees. Joey, still managing to remain on his feet, watched as Morris shot himself into the ropes and came charging at him with a flying high knee-smash, knocking him down cleanly.

Janitor M punched the air to play up to the crowd, and quickly focused back on Andi, sidekicking him in the back of his head, seeing how Andi remained on his knees... gasping for air. About 14 or so minutes remained in the match, and the absolute hell everyone had been put through thus far was beginning to catch up on some people.

Morris turned his attention back to Joey Kole, picking him forcefully and smirking at the youngest person in the match. With a kick to the gut, Joey doubled over... allowing the FREAKING One to connect with a raised knee to the face, getting Joey in an upright position again. Smiling, Morris shot himself into the ropes again and almost beheaded the youngster with another one of his vile trademark clotheslines!

Andi had recovered by now and Janitor M spotted this out of the corner of his right eye, hence charging at the dark-skinned member of the brotherly tandem. Andi evaded the clothesline by ducking, and fired back with a pretty decent standing dropkick. That brought an abrupt end to the FREAKING One's head of steam, and Andi revelled in the jeers generated in his favour. Picking Morris up, Andi nodded at his recovering brother, before setting the janitor up for a double-arm DDT.

The trouble was, Andi spent a wee bit too long jawing with the fans.

Giving Morris the chance to toss Andi over his head effortlessly in a variant of a northern lights slam, causing Andi to collide into his brother's frame!

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"MORRIS ROCKS ASS!!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

Joey didn't really get clocked all that bad, and pushed his brother off him, before lunging at Morris. The Eastern European swatted him away with a vile kick to the face, before swinging his arm wildly at Andi who'd forced himself up.

In the meanwhile, Liam had taken his own swee time to recover, and smirked sinisterly as Joey Kole came staggered towards him. The Irishman was furious with himself inside for not capitalising on his good run earlier, and grabbed Joey by his throat, aiming to get .vindication back in the match.

Andi saw this and blocked Janitor M's swing, retaliating with an uppercut to the latter's jaw... before rushing over to try and help his brother. Unfortunately, Liam used his other hand to catch Andi by the throat as well, and drove his big boot into the face of Morris as the latter charged at the Irishman!

The crowd knew what was going to happen next...

CHOKESLAM TO JOEY KOLE!

Andi was still in the chokehold, as Liam opted to dispose of Joey first. This only gave the older Kole Brother time to whip up a strategy, and he kicked Liam in his left knee as the right-hand man to The British Army got ready to pancake Andi. With the chokehold relinquished, Andi attempted a roundhouse kick...

Liam ducked, caught Andi in a full-nelson...

IRISH PRIDE!!! A FULL-NELSON SITDOWN BOMB!! THE IMMEDIATE COVER;

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

.vindication - 5, El Janitors - 5, The Kole Brothers - 5

Liam, having been pinned a lot in this match, finally racked up another one for .vindication, and everything had been tied up. Relieved, Liam rolled off Andi Kole and surveyed the damage in the ring, again not paying heed to the abrupt increase in noise volume from the crowd.

As he finally turned around...

JANITOR HOWARD HAD CRAWLED INTO THE RING AND SPEARED THE BOOTS OUTTA LIAM!

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

You would think after the nasty bump that Howard took, he'd be legally dead. But he slowly inched himself to the ring, and struck at the best time possible. Referee #1 shuddered from the fanfare generated by the audience, and watched as Howard put his arm across Liam's body;

ONE....

TWO.....

THREE!!!!!!

NO!! THE SAVE BY DRAKE NEFARIAN!!!! DRAKE NEFARIAN HAD FINALLY RE-EMERGED FROM THE BACK AND SAVE HIS PARTNER FROM BEING PINNED!!

It was all pretty damn frantic now, and the crowd erupted into a wave of discontented jeers with Drake diving into the ring and dropping an elbow into the back of Howard's head. Picking H up, Nefarian drove his knee three times into the Senior Citizen's chest...

Before drilling up with a wonderfully-executed swinging neckbreaker! Followed up by the hook of the outside leg;

ONE...

TWO...

THRE...

Howard kicked out! By some grace of God, Howard kicked out and The Middle-Eastern Gladiator Supremo lay on the canvas, shaking his head in disbelief. The other four combatants in the match laid spent on the canvas, trying to get their third or fourth wind. The crowd, meanwhile, went crazy at the ACW Tron indicating how much time remained in the match.

10 minutes.

---

[9:18]
For the past 40 seconds or so, the six competitors continued to rest on the mat, having been through 50 minutes of pure hell. Their bones were aching, their muscles were strained, no more sweat and blood could be afforded to be spent... but the last stretch of the match and the ACW Tag Team Titles were in distance.

With all the three teams tied at FIVE decisions apiece.

Janitor Morris and Drake Nefarian were the first and freshest people to regain their footing, and they knowingly glared at each other. Drake wanted revenge for being suplexed through a door, and as the two men inched closer to each other, mapping out their respective gameplan... it was the former boxer who struck first, sending his fist soaring through the air and crashing into the left cheek area of the Eastern European janitor.

Morris was on the ropes, and found himself backpedalling as Drake continued to unleash a barrage of right and left combination punches... culminating in a dynamic right hook, aimed at knocking Morris down!

Janitor M stood his ground, however, despite his jaw aching like hell.

Confused, Drake let fly with another piercing right hook, but again, it didn't achieve the target of knocking the lanky Morris down. Frustrated, Nefarian sent himself into the ropes... and came flying off them with a flying fist!

Still, Morris remained on his feet.

Growling malignly, The Boxin' Sensation shot himself into the ropes again and was determined to make the next flying fist of
his actually have some impact and knock Morris off his feet. Instead, it was Janitor M who sparked into life, slaughtering Drake Nefarian with probably the most shockingly powerful clothesline yet in the match! The crowd erupted into boisterous cheering, delighted that their hero had finally quashed Morris.

Unknown to the latter, Andi & Joey Kole had tumbled out of the ring to retrieve their chairs. And with each crawling back into the ring from opposite sides, a perfect chance awaited as The FREAKING One looked out at the audience that were admiring him.

*CRRAAAAAAAAACCKKK*

DOUBLE CHAIRSHOT FROM THE KOLE BROTHERS, SQUASHING JANITOR M'S HEAD!

A revolting tactic from the Kole Brothers, who had to deal with the hail of hate descending upon them. They had indeed lived up to their tags of wildcards, but at the moment, Andi wasn't quite worried about that. He was more intent on setting tables up outside the ring.

Leaving Joey to kick away at Janitor M's legs, while Liam & Janitor Howard recovered and struggled with each other in the corner of the ring.

*KA-PLUNK*

Okay, make that Liam laying Howard out with a noxious spinebuster.

---

[6:41]
While Andi Kole was busy setting up two tables on the outside of the ring, in front of the announce team's table... Joey had locked in a figure-four leglock on Janitor Morris, while Liam had Howard in a single-leg boston crab, although most doubted he actually knew the name of the move. Drake Nefarian had been quietly regaining his marbles...

And noticing that Morris was quite close to possible tapping, he got up, ran into the ropes, and scored with a rather fierce elbow drop into the sternum of Joey Kole. The hold was naturally broken, and Nefarian decided to bank on the elbow drop, kicking away relentlessly at Morris & Joey.

Meanwhile, Howard had managed to grab the bottom rope but Referee #2, on the outside, informed Howard that there were no rope-breaks for submission in this match. In any case, however, Liam relinquished the hold and stomped away maniacally at Howard's quadriceps. This was simply a stalling tactic before Drake Nefarian came over and joined in on the stomping...

"We should probably do something drastic to lay this twat out."

"Yeah, we should."

Considering Liam's idea, Drake suddenly motioned for his partner to scale to the top of the turnbuckle, whilst he lifted the Senior Citizen above his head in one flowing motion, a'la a powerbomb. Standing on their feet, the crowd wondered what was about to befall Howard...

Watching as Liam took flight with a knee-drop, just as Drake drilled Howard with a powerbomb! And guess where the knee-drop landed?

.... Ya guessed it. Howard's face!

"LIAM SUCKS!"
"LIAM SUCKS!"
"LIAM SUCKS!"

On the outside, Andi had slid a table and a ladder into the ring, not noticing Drake exiting on the other side of the ring and making his way to the ladder utilised by the Kole Brothers earlier in the match. Noting that Janitor Morris & his brother were recovering at the exact same time, Andi charged at Morris with the ladder.

What did Morris do?

Pull Joey in front of him.

*CRASH*

And the sound of Joey's teeth(and face) breaking ensued. Andi watched in horror as his brother rolled around in agony on the canvas, having been accidently hit by the ladder. Morris smiled at what he'd done, but the smile would soon vanish, as Andi swung the ladder backwards and knocked The FREAKING One down.

However, Liam was about to get in on some of the action, as he ran at Andi and pulled out a Capoeira-like move; a tripod spinning sweep kick, kicking the ladder back into Andi's face! Satisfied, Liam sniggered and exited the ring the same way Andi entered, his eyes falling upon the tables...

Meanwhile, Nefarian had re-entered the ring with the ladder from the outside, and immediately used it to knock Howard back down to the canvas, before placing it down in the middle of the ring and setting it up. There wasn't any prize to climb for, but it seemed as if Drake simply wanted to grab the next decision in style.

His intense glare at Howard's prone body seemed to suggest it had something to do with the Senior Citizen.

Having set it up, Drake trudged over to the other side of the ladder and began to scale it, with Howard still not moving. Joey Kole had recovered by then and noted the only person still moving in the ring was The Middle-Eastern Gladiator Supremo.

Hence, Joey set up the other ladder right next to Drake's ladder and began to climb it, in pursuit of the .vindication member. Nefarian wasn't too happy about it and as Joey caught up with Drake, the two men started to slug each other.

On the outside, Liam had pushed one of the two tables Andi Kole had set up earlier away, and threw the other one into the already-crowded ring.

Inside which, Andi Kole & Janitor Howard had began to brawl with each other, as Drake and Joey continued their little melee on their ladders, with both men near the top of their respective ladders.

Morris was still recovering from the ladder shot, and Liam slid in to take advantage, via a blatant choke.

Andi & Howard were furiously throwing everything they had at each other, in terms of punches, and with the clock winding down... The Senior Citizen kicked Andi in the gut, hooked his arms, and connected with a double underhook jumping facebuster! Having laid the older Kole Brother out, Andi got up just in time to watch Nefarian gaining some sort of advantage in the slugging contest over his brother.

So, Andi grabbed the chair he'd used to clobber Morris earlier and began climbing the opposite side of Drake's ladder at an alarming speed.

It wasn't nearly fast enough, though....

*CRUNCH*

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

Having nailed Joey with enough shots to make him sway on the ladder, The Boxin' Sensation wisely tipped the ladder away from him, sending Joey Kole spilling out of the ring and falling face-first into the guardrail! A shocking sight to behold!

But as Nefarian celebrated admist the chants and the jeering, Andi Kole and his chair had a different agenda.

*CRACK*

He'd struck the chair over the head of Drake Nefarian with tremendous impact, causing the latter to lose his grip on the ladder due to the pain and freefall out of the ring...

*CRAAAAASSSSSSSHHHH*

AND THROUGH THE TABLE THAT ANDI KOLE HAD SET UP ON THE OUTSIDE, DISCARDED BY LIAM JUST A MINUTE AGO!

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

Andi Kole threw the chair down and began wildly celebrating atop the ladder, not aware of Howard climbing after him. This did Andi no good, as the Senior Citizen drove his fist upwards into Andi's groin, bringing an end to the celebration.

Liam, meanwhile, had set up the table that Andi Kole into the ring earlier and arranged one of them behind the ladder where Howard & Andi Kole were on, while arranged the other one next to it, before putting the ladder Joey Kole fell off from moments ago back in its place. With that done, Liam grabbed Janitor Morris by the hair and pulled him up the ladder.

There was about a little less than two minutes left in the match.

Andi & Howard were now on the same rung at the top of the ladder, looking down dangerously, and the punching continued with Howard seemingly in the driver's seat. All it took for Andi to even things up was to grab Janitor H by the hair and smash his face into the ladder... before he climbed over to the other side of the ladder, an idea forming his head. He grabbed Howard by the hair again, pulling him onto the top platform-landing of the ladder.

Meanwhile, Liam had actually done the same thing on his ladder, as he climbed over to the other side and pulled Janitor Morris onto the top platform-landing of the ladder. And like Andi, he'd put his 'victim' into a front-face headlock. Turning to his right, Liam stared at Andi.

And Andi stared back, before turning back to Howard...

*CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH*

AND EXECUTED A VERTICAL SUPLEX FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER THROUGH THE TABLE BELOW!

"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"

The ladder Liam & Morris were on almost lost its balance due to the impact of the suplex and the fall of Andi & Howard. Liam smiled, impressed, before he too began to get ready to lift Morris up and over for a possible suplex!

However, Janitor M wasn't about to go down the same route his partner had gone. He fought back with an uppercut... two uppercuts... three uppercuts! Then, he broke free of the front-face headlocked and smashed Liam's face down onto the ladder, almost knocking the Irishman off it.

But the right-hand man managed to hold on for dear life...

Allowing Morris to take in a deep intake of breath and put all his eggs in one basket....

....

*CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH*

NO WAY! NO WAY! NO WAY! A SUNSET-FLIP AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER, AS MORRIS THREW HIMSELF OVER LIAM'S HEAD.... CULMINATING IN A DEATH-DEFYING POWERBOMB OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER, THROUGH THE TABLE BELOW!!!!!!

"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"
"HOLY JESUS!!!!!!"

It was pandemonium in the arena, as four men lay admist the debris, bones probably broken... if not shattered. The ACWTron came to life, with ONE SINGLE MINUTE remaining in the match.

Referee #2 & Referee #3 positioned themselves near the timekeeper's table, getting ready for the final seconds of the match, while Referee #1 knocked the two ladders out of the ring, emptying up the crowded space.

Andi Kole, meanwhile, had begun stirring to life.

45 seconds.

Janitor Morris too started to move around, and grabbed the bottom rope to start helping himself up.

37 seconds.

"LET'S GO, BRAVE HEARTS!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"LET'S GO, BRAVE HEARTS!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

"LET'S GO, BRAVE HEARTS!"
*clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

A fitting term for all the combatants in the Homocidal Tendencies Match, as Morris & Andi Kole were almost up to their feet, with Andi's eyes falling upon the steel chair a few inches away.

27 seconds.

Andi crawled towards the chair and clutched it while standing up, looking over his shoulder to see Morris already vertical.

19 seconds.

Andi took a few steps back and waited for Morris to turn around.

15 seconds.

Morris turned around and saw the chair being flung at him.

13 seconds.

Morris ducked and kicked Andi in the groin.

10 seconds.

Morris quickly picked up the chair.

8 seconds.

Morris raised it over his head...

*CRACK*

6 seconds.

Morris quickly threw the chair down and fell on top of Andi Kole's exhausted lifeform.

4 seconds.

ONE.........

3 seconds.

Liam opened his eyes and saw the cover.

TWO.....

2 seconds.

Liam lifted his body off the canvas and roared, while Andi Kole opened his eyes and tried to find one last drop of energy in him to kick out.

1 second.

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.......

Liam connects with the elbow-drop to the back of Janitor M's head, while Andi pushes his shoulder off the canvas...

.............

.............

.............

BUT BOTH MEN WERE TOO LATE!

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*

.vindication - 5, El Janitors - 6, The Kole Brothers - 5

---

[00:00]

The entire arena exploded in a round of exhilirated and disbelieved cheers, as the true underdogs of the match were announced as the victors! Janitor Morris and his decisive pinfall victory was recorded as having been administed at 99.95 miliseconds...

And that made El Janitors the WINNERS of the Homocidal Tendencies Match, and also...

The first-ever.....

All-Star Championship Wrestling.....

..............

TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!

Liam collapsed, deflated, while Andi Kole seeped into unconsciousness, fatigue having finally overcome him. For Janitor Morris, he was helped up to his feet by Referee #1, just as Janitor Howard utilised the ropes to pick his bloodied self up.

The two partners looked at each other, as Referee #2 rolled into the ring with the Tag Team Titles and passed one to Howard.. the other one to Morris. Morris & Howard looked at the straps in their possession, then back at each other.

Before they embraced, joyous over the simple fact that they had WON.

El Janitors had been victorious in the climax of this dangerous and nasty feud, and they did so in style. All three teams had their moments in this match, but as the announcers put it...

"El Janitors have played the game the best and deserve this victory!!!"

So bloody true.

Winner: El Janitors

The Introduction of a New Force[2]



Moments after the speech given by Alexi that seemed to spark a new fire in everyone’s stomach; the cameraman approached him with a question. Alexi was sitting on a folded chair, towel in hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead. The cameraman stepped to him grabbing Alexi’s attention.

“Yes?” Alexi now seemed relax calm after he was all worked up in front of his peers.

The cameraman answered, “I was sent to do an interview for ACW Glory, sir.” Despite the cameraman being obviously older than Alexi, by his tone, he called Alexi ‘sir.’

“Well,” the thick German accent was presented once again. “Ask question, and I will answer.”

“It was stated a little why you joined this wrestling promotion, but can you go in to more detail?” The cameraman asked.

“Two reasons...” Alexi responded, he stood up and began walking around the hall. He motioned for the cameraman to follow. “First reason, of course, to get exposure for my organization. I know what you’re thinking. If we have such strong hatred towards the United States, why have we not been shut down?” Alexi turned to the camera and gave a slight grin. “We are not physical threat to America. Simply...we do not give in to propaganda. We think freely, and we speak freely...”

The cameraman continues to follow Alexi around the hall as he stops and salutes or shakes hands with some of his followers. “What is the second reason?”

“My father used to run organization...fighting organization.” Alexi continued, “I would go every weekend and watch. Front row seat, you know? Anyway, I grew to love the conflict between ‘civilized’ people. I began learning the ways of martial arts because I thought of it as art form, you know? I am not skilled in it...but I love it...”

The cameraman peered at his watch then said to Alexi, “that’s all we have time for.”

Alexi smiled and nodded. He went back to conversing and interacting with the others in the hall...

Brits Huh? Who Needs Em?



"YYYYAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

The crowded hallway almost jumped in unison as a huge scream came from one of the wrestler locker rooms, as celebrations could be heard of some kind. Joe Bishop, still working for ACW, even though he was not being paid walked down the hall to witness what all the commotion was about, and as he peeked into the locker room, he shook his head, as he might have known.

Hamish and Tam celebrated in their dressing room, as bottles of beer and champagne popped all over the locker room, as Tam sprayed the Champers into Hammy mouth, ala Paul Gascoigne at Euro 96 (blank US Readers).

"What the hell are you guys celebrating?"

Tam quickly responded as he poured almost a full bottle down Hamish's throat.

"He scored a touchdown Joe, he hit a fucking Hummer truck too and won it...God I love America!"

"Yeah...*gargle* GO *gargle* YANKEES *gargle*!!"

Yankees?

Touchdown?

Bishop looked on at the TV monitor which was set up in the corner of the Scotchmen's dressing room...Baseball Tonight was on.

"Guys...you mean a home run. He hit a Home Run...not a touchdown."

Hamish and Tam stopped.

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" they said in unison, flapping their hands under their chin at Bishop.

"Hello...Mr. Baseball, what can we do you for today then sir?" Tam said as Hamish burst into laughter.

"British humour, no wonder nobody civilized understands it."

That stopped them.

"OK Bishop...is there anything you want, since you are clearly spoiling our hockey party here!"

Bishop shook his head.

"Yes, it's just to tell both of you, that you'll both receive an ACW World Championship Title match at the next PPV..." Tam's beer dribbled down his Nessie t-shirt as he looked on in amazement, as Joe continued. "That's if you win all the qualifying rounds that is...I'm putting both of you in the King Of Ages tournament...good luck."

The Flying Scotsmen looked on in shook...dreaming about the ACW World Title around the their waist, well Hamish was, Tam on the other hand was thinking whether he had to go for a piss, or a shite and a piss.

Tricky decision when you're drunk that.

Let's all pray for a first round exit.

Last Man Standing
Chad Stalin vs. Jason Reaves

    

On the most recent edition of Courage, Jason “The Animal” Reaves had gotten himself disqualified in a match against Chad Stalin. Reaves had then proceeded to pummel Chad with a steel chair until The Boundary Breaker was bleeding internally with a cracked rib and three bruised ribs. 

Many of the fans here tonight at this Pay Per View affair were expecting Chad to be injured to the point of not even showing up. They thought Jason Reaves had gotten the best of Chad Stalin and that Jason would win tonight on account of a forfeit. 

These fans were the ones who hardly knew what Chad Stalin was all about. 

The ones who had followed Chad in IOW, and had seen him in the briefly lived rebirth of WWR knew that Chad could care less how much pain he was in. If he was in a certain amount of pain, he’d be damned if he didn’t make sure his opponent ended up in more pain. 

That was how Chad worked. 

“Spit It Out” by Slipknot emerged on the arena’s speakers. The fans, even those who knew Chad would be there, jumped to their feet in excitement. Emerging from the back with a hospital’s worth of bandages around his ribs-Chad Stalin. An angry Chad Stalin. Chad stood at the top of the ramp for a moment and held his head high...even though he was hunched over in pain. He then slowly walked down to the ring, feeling every footstep throb up into his abdominal cavities and send shockwaves through his ribs. He really wished the little bastard inside of him who was taking a sledgehammer to his ribs would just cut it the fuck out. 

It was fucking annoying. 

But all in all, that’s what pain is to Chad Stalin-a slight annoyance. 

Chad slid into the ring, and awaited his adversary. 

“X Gonna Give It To Ya” by DMX began playing. The fans released a healthy chorus of thundering boos mixed in with the occasional jeer. Jason Reaves stepped out from the back with a slight grin on his face. In his right hand was a steel chair. Not just any steel chair though...the dents and dried blood evident on it revealed that this was the same chair Jason had battered Chad Stalin with. It was the same chair that had caused Chad the annoying pain. 

And it was legal in this match. 

Last Man Standing. That’s really the only rule. 

Once the ref gets to ten, and you’re on your back staring at the ceiling, you’ve lost. Bottom line, no loopholes. What happened before the ref got to ten didn’t matter. 

Jason Reaves stood at the top of the ramp and raised the chair high the air for the entire arena to set eyes upon. Then, Jason Reaves slapped the chair and it’s metal clang echoed throughout the arena--reassurance that it was, in fact, real. Keeping the chair close at his side, Jason stalked towards the ring, never releasing Chad from his glaring vision. 

Chad stomped over to the ropes nearest the entrance ramp and stood on them, begging Jason to set foot in the ring so that Chad could maul him apart. Jason began circling the ring, looking for a chance to slide in. Chad met him at every step though, stomping his fingers when he brought them to the apron to get in the ring....swinging at him if he tried the steel steps. 

“Awe...what’s wrong Jason, are you fuckin’ shy? Come on you slick little slug!” 

Chad was raging. 

His eyes had changed...that’s something that happens to Chad when he gets real angry. His eyes seem to change from their normal piercing blue to a shade of gray, or a shade of color which could even be considered white. 

Chad had white eyes while he screamed at Jason. He was fuming, because every time his ribs throbbed inside of him because of the little bastard with a sledgehammer, Chad knew that the little bastard might as well be Jason Reaves. And that pissed him off. 

“Hold him back so I can get in the damned ring!” Jason yelled at the official. 

The referee stepped in between Chad and the ropes and Chad glared at the ref with a look that could kill. It provided Reaves with the opening he needed though. 

Jason slid into the ring with the chair and immediately charged towards Chad. Jason swung the steel weapon at just the right moment and it landed with a resounding smack. The impact and sound had caused Jason to close his eyes, but he heard the fans cheering for some reason. Jason opened his eyes expecting to see Chad Stalin on the ground in pain, but Chad happened to be nowhere in Reaves’ sight. 

Chad had ducked the chairshot, and the smack Jason had heard was the chair connecting with the ropes. 

Jason realized a second too late that Chad was behind him. Jason felt the forceful blow to the back of his head and stumbled forward, dropping the chair, and catching the ropes to keep himself from falling to the mat. The running forearm Chad had delivered would have easily grounded him if it hadn’t of been for the ropes. 

Stalin grabbed Jason’s arm from behind and whipped him, sending him towards the opposite set of ropes. Chad caught Jason on the rebound and managed to lift him high into the air via a flapjack. Jason Reaves caught approximately 5 seconds of hangtime before crashing to the mat. 

The fans cheered as Chad stumbled backwards, holding his ribs. 

Jason lay on the ground, expecting Chad to let the count commence, and hoping to use that to his advantage to collect himself. 

Did Jason really know who he was dealing with? 

Chad slowly walked over to Jason and grabbed his leg. Chad began pushing forward on the leg, causing Jason immense pain with this reverse achilles tendon hold. Jason screamed in pain and inched towards the ropes. Jason reached the ropes and then realized...this isn’t a normal match. Rope breaks are null and fucking void. Chad would lock on this move until he felt like letting it go, or until Jason could find a way out of it. 

Jason saw the steel chair out of the corner of his eye and began reaching for it. 

Not fast enough though. 

‘Sorry cuntrocket,’ thinks Chad, ‘I know every move you’re gonna’ make before you even make it.’ 

Chad kicks the chair out of the ring and continues his method of wrenching forward on Jason’s lower limb. Jason continues his method of screaming in pain. Two great methodmen. 

In a move of desperation, Jason pulls himself out of the ring and falls to the lightly matted pavement outside. For a brief moment, he is frightened that Chad will rip his knee right out of socket, but the movement is too quick. Chad has to let go and he ends up falling between the second and third rope. 

Chad screams in pain now, as the impact of hitting the ground is seemingly amplified by his maimed ribs. Much like his opposition, Chad writhed on the ground in pain. The referee looked down at both men on the outside and had no choice. 

1... 

2... 

3... 

4... 

Jason Reaves started to get to his feet. 

5... 

6... 

Chad was up to one knee now. 

7... 

Both men were up, the count stopped, and the crowd cheered. 

Chad limped towards Jason who was doing his best to walk the cramps out of his leg. Jason sees Chad coming, but decides he’ll keep inspecting his leg until the very last seco-- 

Jason caught Chad by surprise with a big boot right smack in Chad’s mug. He had used his good leg to balance himself, and drove the other one almost straight down Chad’s throat. Chad fell backwards with a scream filled with anguish. 

The official was about to administer the count again, but Jason was going to dish out all the pain he could to Chad. He was going to make Chad sorry he’d ever gotten in Jason’s face so many weeks ago. See, Jason knew that Chad had it embedded in his mind that he was better than Jason Reaves. As far as Jason was concerned, Chad wasn’t even in his league...and he was going to pound that into Chad’s thick skull tonight. 

Jason picked up the experienced steel chair and he once again raised it high in the air, just so everybody could see what would lead to Chad’s downfall. Then, in a swift motion, Jason slammed it down onto Chad’s ribs. 


CLANG! 


The arena moaned, feeling Chad’s pain. They were relieved, however, when Jason didn’t pick the chair back up. He left it lying on Chad’s stomach. Jason climbed to the apron, and the fans knew he was going to let Chad be counted out now. 

That wasn’t what Jason was really going to do though...not in the least. He stood on the ring apron, 5 or so feet above Chad Stalin. Jason looked down at the huge specimen of a man, and Jason smiled devilishly. 

The Animal jumped from the apron and landed feet first on the chair, driving it down on Chad and producing a huge cough mixed with a bellowing scream. Some of the fans had to cover their eyes at this extreme act. Chad managed to muster up the strength to roll over onto his belly. He didn’t know much right now, his mind wasn’t really in an enlightened state right now, but Chad knew enough that he didn’t want to feel what he just felt again. 

Now Jason would let the referee direct the count. 

1.... 


2.... 

3.... 

4.... 

5.... 

Jason’s nostrils burned from the smell of a victory. He knew Chad would never get up from something like that...no man could. 

6.... 

7.... 

But really now, what you people need to realize-because you haven’t fucking gotten the point yet-Chad Stalin is not a man. 

8... 

Chad Stalin is a monster. 

Ni.... 

And this monster ain’t going to stay down. 

.....ne 

Chad used the steel steps to bring himself to his feet. He stayed there a moment, hunched over, with his head lying in his arms. The little man inside of him with a sledgehammer had somehow found a damned jackhammer and was drilling with it now. What was a minor annoyance of pain had evolved into a major abundance of god-awful torture. 

Jason Reaves could not believe that Chad had gotten up. 

Neither could the fans, and because Chad had found his way to his feet, he had gained many notches of respect for him. They offered up some encouragement and praise now. 

“STA-LIN!” 

“STA-LIN!” 

“STA-LIN!” 

Chad raised his head and looked out at the fans. He saw a small child in the front row who was cheering Chad’s last name. Something happened to Chad just then, something that had never happened to him before. Chad Stalin actually felt his heart warm up, and felt chills run over his entire body. Somewhere behind him, Stalin heard Jason Reaves cussing and mumbling as he started to get out of the ring. Chad decided it was time for Jason to fight the count. 

Chad wrapped his fingers around the edge of the steel steps and waited with the patience of a fighting veteran. 

Jason was frustrated behind his body’s capacity of frustration. He slid out of the ring and stormed towards the about-face Chad Stalin. Jason was going to drive his fist right through Chad’s numb skull. But Jason hadn’t executed a key element to execute when you’re in a fight. 

Expect the unexpected. 

Chad spun around, using all his strength, and dove towards Jason with the steps in front of him. They slammed loudly against Jason’s chest, and both men fell to the ground. The steps barely missed Jason Reaves’ head when they landed. 

Chad was up almost at an instant, and he slid into the ring, ignoring the searing pain and mumbling to the ref to start the count. 

And count he did. 

1. 

2. 

3. 

4. 

Chad wasn’t about to count Jason out so easily, this was really just a chance for Chad to lean on the turnbuckle and catch his breath and let some of the pain inside of him subside. 

5. 

6. 

7. 

Just as Chad suspected, Jason managed to get to one knee. 

The count stopped. Chad wasn’t going to make the mistake Jason had made though, he wasn’t going to go out and get Reaves, he was going to let The Animal expend some energy by getting in the ring, and coming to get him. 

Then Chad would demolish him. 

Bulldozer style. 

Jason got to his feet and was so light-headed he almost fell backwards again, but he caught his balance and shook his head to relieve some of the cobwebs. Jason looked up at Chad, and sneered with nothing but hatred. Jason climbed to the apron and noted Chad watching him intently. Jason knew Chad was going to make a move as soon as he set foot into the squared circle. 

Jason stepped in, and Chad charged towards Jason at full-speed and lunged. Jason, luckily, moved out of the way just in time and Chad missed his attempt at stealing Jason’s move: The Animalistic Tendency. Chad connected with nothing but turnbuckle then stumbled backwards into Jason’s painfully strong grip. 

Jason squeezed Chad for a few seconds in a reverse-bearhug type of move then lifted him over his head and let go. Jason Reaves had executed a beautiful release German suplex that had landed Chad directly on his head. Before letting the count start, Jason gave Chad a dozen or so stomps to ribs then backed off. 

1... 

2... 

3. 

4. 

Jason didn’t understand any of this. How could Chad Stalin be showing signs of life already? He’d just performed a move on him which would end the match against any other man. 

Jason...Chad isn’t a man. 

5... 

6... 

Chad is a monster. Understand that yet? 

When Chad managed to get to one knee, Jason had had enough. 

Jason was through watching Chad get up from every move Jason applied...from every blow Jason delivered....from every steel chair Jason dented. Jason was going to send Chad Stalin straight to Hell now. 

Jason put Chad’s head between his legs and lifted him in the air to deliver a Hangman’s DDT which he calls “Demolition” 

Chad wouldn’t have that though. As Jason spun so that he would slam Chad in the center of the ring, Chad saw that he himself was facing the ropes and he knew that they could definitely work to his advantage. Chad surprised Jason by quickly reaching towards the ropes and latching onto them. 

Jason couldn’t overpower the death grip that Chad had on the ropes now, and instead fell backwards. Chad landed with either foot on either side of Jason Reaves’ head. Chad quickly looked down, jumped up, and drove his feet down on Jason’s head. 

The crowd groaned. 

Jason’s forehead and nose began bleeding profusely. 

Chad dragged Jason to the center of the ring and hooked Reaves’ legs under his arms. Chad managed to turn Jason’s body over, and stepped on the nape of his neck. 

The fans went wild. 

Chad began wrenching back on the move he liked to call “Bulldozer’s Bliss.” 

Jason Reaves screamed in pain, and as he screamed, the blood seemed to pump harder from the man-made faucets on his head. A crimson river flowed from his nose, and red rain dripped from his forehead-staining the canvas. 

Jason began to tap out. 

Null and void. Null and fucking void. No rope breaks. No pinfalls. No DQs. And of fucking course...no tapouts. 

Chad could hold this move on Jason all night if he wanted to, and you better believe, that Chad did want to. To Chad, feeling his heel digging into the back of Jason’s neck, and hearing Jason GIVE UP made everything worthwhile. It made the broken and bruised ribs fine. It made the taste of blood which had yet to go away fine. Everything was dandy. 

Chad would have held the move on all night, but to make everything even more perfect, Chad wanted to hear his name called out as the winner of this match. Because unlike last time, this would be a real win...not some win because his opponent was a stupid, fucking, chair-swinging cock mongrel. In order to hear that though, Chad had to let go of Jason Reaves. 

So Chad let go. 

So when Chad let go, the referee counted. 

So the count went... 

1... 


2... 


3... 


4... 


5... 


6.... 


7.... 


Guess what? Now Chad got to be amazed. 


8.... 


Jason Reaves, unflushable turd that he is, started to pull himself up using the ropes. Chad was too shocked to do much of anything, he just stood back and watched Jason get to his feet. Chad looked at the official as if to ask ‘IS THIS REALLY FUCKING HAPPENING?’ The official had the same look of bewilderment etched on his face. 

Chad came to the resolution that standing back and watching Jason gain back his stamina wasn’t the brightest idea, and Chad had one trick left in his book. 

Chad slowly walked towards the recovering Jason Reaves until he was right behind him. Then he waited for Jason to turn around. 

Jason didn’t know where he was, he just knew he didn’t like it much. It felt like his fucking head was in a microwave...it was burning with pain. He leaned on the ropes for a moment, then turned around to try and determine where he was. 

Chad gave Jason a quick knee to the ribs which hunched the man over. Chad hooked Reaves’ head under his arm and lifted him in the air. Chad felt the pain building up in his ribs, but he really didn’t have a fuck to give. He held Jason in the air for roughly 3 seconds and then dropped him on his head. 

“Rage Released” 

The 10-count started. 

1... 

2... 

3... 

4... 

5... 

6... 

7... 

8... 

9... 

10... 

IF.... 

YOU... 

THOUGHT.... 

HE’D.... 

GET.... 

UP.... 

THAN.... 

YOU’RE.... 

AN.... 

IDIOT.... 

The match was over, and Chad heard what he wanted to hear. His name called out over the PA system as the victor. Chad bent down next to Jason and wiped his forehead, Chad than proceeded to smear Jason’s blood across his chest. 

The crowd cheered. 

Chad got out of the ring and was about to walk to the back. Then he looked over and saw the child in the front row. Chad walked over and patted the child on the head. It was a strange movement, and people could tell it was forced because Chad didn’t know how to be...well...nice to many people. 

But it brought more cheers from the crowd. 

Chad went to the back as EMTs were coming from the back. 

They put a neckbrace on Jason Reaves and loaded him onto the stretcher, it would later revealed that Jason’s neck had been fractured and that his chances of ever competing in ACW again were slim to none. 

Slim left town. 

Winner: Chad Stalin

The Request



"Are you totally sure about this? I know that your a crazy son of a bitch, I should know, I've been in that ring with you, but this is going to be brutal."

SilverHAWK looked up as the monster Dante Inferno looked down at him. Inferno, dressed in cotton sports pants and a black, Metallica hooded top, stood with his huge arms folded as he waited on a definite answer from the main ACW staff member.

"HAWK...the history between myself and you should matter in this decision, what should matter is this...how much do you want to see, that little fucker Dubbs pay in his own blood."

SilverHAWK looked up at the man whom has plagued ACW wrestlers since the start of it's new revolution. His record was unparallel, as in true one-on-one matches, he had only been between by Jason Kain in a Hells Gate match, but as HAWK looked up as the US Title #1 Contender, he seen the fire in Inferno's eyes as he nodded his head.

"OK...no ropes, no posts."

It was set, a steel cage match, no ropes and no posts...no escape from possibly one of the most brutal matches in ACW history. 


Vincent Pembridge(c) Vs. Gabriel So'ialu

    

This isn't a match. Oh, no.

This is THE fight for the Scorpion Fighting Title. And, for... glory.

The crowd were pumped. They were wanting to see this battle. They wished to see Gabriel So'ialu, sometimes known as the Drealocked Monster, take The Scorpion Of Manchester apart, limb by limb, and finally win this heated war. It had been a long time since Vincent appeared on ACW programming, and ever since he did, he had walked around with an air of invincibility.

His match record in the company spoke for himself, but tonight, a true challenge stood in his way.

So'ialu was already on his way down to the ring, as he cracked his knuckles and stared out at the crowd cheering for him - The Shaodw Angel. Wearing only a black t-shirt with dark red jeans and black shoes, Gabriel's intensity could be felt a mile away, and rolling into the ring, everybody's expectations of him rose up a notch.

He was playing the role of saviour now.

It was all down to him to finally derail the Plague From Manchester.

So, "Time" by Taproot began blaring over the speakers... and the immense jeers start being belted out, for the man known as Vincent Pembridge. He wasted no time in coming from the back, holding two titles in his hands. The ACW Scorpion Fighting Title AND the thReat Fighting Title. Still in his attire of a blue t-shirt with black jeans and black boots (from his shennanigans earlier on in the night), The Manucian strolled down to the ring with a smirk on his face, definitely confident of the victory.

Gabriel simply kept staring at his opponent, evil intentions running through his mind.

The crowd, meanwhile, hissed and cursed like never before.. but Vinnie paid them no attention, as he calmly climbed into the ring and tossed his two titles to the referee. Scorpion Fight rules, people. Either a 15-count or a ring-out will pave the way for the winner to step up to his rightful spot on the podium.

The fanfare had all died down a bit, and everybody's attention was directed at the ring, where Vincent & Gabriel hade locked eyes. For about a month or so, they had gotten on each other's case and indulged in truly deadly games. Now, it was right about time to see who the better man truly was.

But in true degenerate fashion, Vincent Pembridge laughed and SPAT at So'ialu, before the referee stepped in and admonished the champion... and at the same time, he signalled for the ringing of the bell.

*** DING DING DING ***

So'ialu growled, wiped his face clean, and circled the ring... with Pembridge keeping a safe distance from The Shadow Angel, while the referee picked up a bag from the corner and littered the contents of it -- weapons -- around the ring. Vincent Pembridge paid no attention to the weapons, and instead watched So'ialu intensely, trying to keep an eye on what his first move will be. The Shadow Angel roared and surged forward to grab Vincent, but the latter skirted off to the side, evading his opponent.

Early advantage to the champion, it seemed.

Gabriel turned around and rushed in again. Pembridge too ran at So'ialu, sliding between the latter's legs and popping up behind So'ialu. Before Gabriel could even do anything, Vincent jumped and dropkicked Gabriel in the back, knocking The Bear into the corner sternum first. Gabriel wheeled around immediately and threw a wide right, which Pembridge ducked easily, before popping up and headbutting the bottom of Gabriel's jaw!

So'ialu's head snapped back but he wasn't dazed too much, though, as he ducked a swing from Vincent and swiftly grabbed the champion by the throat, lifting him high into the air!

With the crowd going wild, Gabriel took pleasure in choking Pembridge while the referee looked on, unable to do anything for either man. Gabriel roared angrily and hefted Pembridge across the ring; sending the Manucian rolling on his shoulders and hitting the opposing corner's turnbuckle! Gabriel So'ialu was standing tall, and as if to emphasise how much power he truly had, the Bear pounded his own chest, before stomping towards Pembridge.

Looked as if Vincent Pembridge had bought more than he bargained for, eh?

Shaking his head, the Scorpion of Manchester pulled himself to his feet just as Gabriel reached him. And with a single forceful shove, So'ialu sent Pembridge into the ropes. As he rebounded off the ropes, Pembridge found that Gabriel was about ready to strike him with a backhand chop, and ducked, rebounding off the parallel set of ropes. So'ialu turned around and growled, charging at Vincent, hoping to connect with an elbow smash.

Once again, Vincent ducked. His momentum carried him back into the ropes, and so did So'ialu's. The collision course was set.

The result?

Pembridge, in a rare show of agility, took flight with a cross-body block!

... But the Shadow Angel was one step ahead, and countered with a tremendous powerslam!

"SHADOW ANGEL!"
"SHADOW ANGEL!"
"SHADOW ANGEL!"


Pleased with himself, Gabriel stood to his feet and loomed over the breathless Vincent, as the former took to booting the latter in the ribs. Pembridge, desperate for respite, managed to block a kick and rolled across the ring immediately after. The Manucian Predator then started to get to his hands and knees, before The Shadow Angel charged at him, leaping into the air, poised for a knee drop over the back of The Scorpian!

Alas, Vincent intelligently rolled himself under the ropes just in the nick of time. For his efforts, So'ialu found himself driving his knee down into the mat and yelped in pain upon impact. Sensing an opportunity, Pembridge pushed himself back onto the apron, hoisted himself up to the top rope quickly and jumped off, catching The Shadow Angel in the right shoulder with an elbow drop!

So'ialu now found himself in a rather precarious position, down on his knees and leaning backwards.

Surprisingly, though, the challenger for the Scorpion Fighting Title didn't fall over.

In fact, with Vincent leaning against the ropes for a breather, So'ialu righted himself and displayed the audacity to motion for his adversary to come and get him! The bloodthirsty crowd cheered, and Vincent sneered.

Before he dashed forward, dragged the Shadow Angel up by his hair, and knee'd him in the gut. Hard.

But not hard enough, apparently. Gabriel was unfazed, and clocked Vincent with a sucker-punch, before catching him with another blatant choke! The Scorpion of Manchester wisely freed himself before he was punished, kicking So'ialu in the left knee and dodging around behind him! The Shadow Angel, now wavering, clumsily stumbled about while Vincent danced around, directing repeated quick jabs to the kidneys!

Confident that he had finally mustered a stranglehold on the fight, Pembridge grabbed So'ialu from behind and pulled himself onto Gab's broad back! Laughing, Vincent wrapped his powerful legs as best he can around Gabriel's torso and locked in... a sleeper hold!

Of course, the effect was instant, and Gabriel immediately started to wheel back and forth, trying to fling Vincent off his back. Gabriel's thunderous footsteps boomed around the ring but The British Degenerate held on tightly, his legs still locked around the challenger's torso. So'ialu roared and reached down, grabbing a leg of Pembridge's to the delight of the crowd... but his own legs were getting slightly wobbly.

So'ialu's eyes darted around the ring, before he suddenly turned his back to the corner, with Vincent cinching in the sleeper hold even tighter. Desperate, the Shadow Angel clumsily backed up, poised to crush The British Degenerate between his back and the corner, but Pembridge realised the danger, unlocked his legs and kicked back, catching the top turnbuckle with his left footand freezing So'ialu's reversal!

Gabriel roared angrily as Vince squeezed hard, relieved that he'd thought up of that brilliant counter.

Unfortunately for the champion, So'ialu wasn't quite ready to give up; reaching down, Gabriel grabbed the waistband of Pembridge's jeans and with another roar, he chucked Vince over his OWN HEAD, sending him flipping in mid-air down to the mat, effectively breaking the hold! Vincent Pembridge rolled on his belly, cursing under his breath, while The Shadow Angel shook thecobwebs free.

Noticing that the crowd had found their voice again, the Manucian Predator rose to his feet and motioned for the fans to 'sod the hell off'.

Before, of course, charging at So'ialu, pushing him back into the turnbuckle! Gabriel instantly tried to punch out at Vincent, but the champion deflected the punch with his forearm and retaliated with a headbutt. Two headbutts, actually. That seemed to do the trick; So'ialu was immobilised and out of commission for the time being.

So, with the chance to inflict further damage, what would Vincent do?

Get onto the second rope and punch away at So'ialu's head, of course. Count along if you want to.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

FOUR.

FI - Uh, wait.

So'ialu jolted himself back to life and blocked the fifth punch, before shoving The Manucian Predator off of him. With great aplomb, too. Pembridge, however, rolled through it, hopped up and flattened his opponent with a charging clothesline, before returning to the second rope to pound on the Shadow Angel again.

Let's pick up from where we stopped, okay?

FIVE.

SIX.

SEVEN.

EIGHT.

Once again, Gabriel found the opening he needed to shove The Manucian Predator off of him. This time, though, The Shadow Angel barely had time to shake the cobwebs free, with Vincent remaining on his feet. The thReat Fighting Champion leaned in and kicked Gabriel in the lower abdominals, before jumping back up on the second rope and returning to his punching.

Once bitten, twice shy? Nahhhh.

NINE.

TEN.

ELE - Oh bollocks, Vincent's eyes seemed to say.

Because, just then, Gabriel wrapped his arms around the lower back of Pembridge, squeezed hard and headbutted his lower chest area! The Scorpion fell back to the mat once again, and stayed down this time. But, the champion managed to roll out of the way just as a re-energised So'ialu stomped down on the mat, so obviously aiming to crush Pembridge's head.

Flustered, Gabriel turned and stomped again, narrowly missing Vincent yet again. Vincent rolled to his feet in the corner, grabbed the ropes on either side of him, and kicks out at So'ialu's massive chest as the latter advanced on the self-proclaimed King OF Fighters! Gabriel staggered back a step and Vincent took a chance, running out of the corner, and connecting with a flying elbow into the chest of the Shadow Angel.

Surely, though, Vincent must have expected Gabriel So'ialu to fall down?

But, he didn't. Nope, Gabriel simply stayed on his feet, staggering about just a tad bit.

With those cold blue eyes of his, Vincent stared into So'ialu's soul, before the Scorpion Fighting Champion spun around and incredibly connected with a standing spinning wheel kick, nailing So'ialu in the jaw! The Shadow Angel groaned loudly, and finally fell down to the canvas, taking the sting out of the crowd's hopes and expectations at the same time.

Just as Vincent Pembridge regained his composure and ordered the referee to start the count, however, So'ialu stirred to life and rolled on his side, blinking rapidly. The kick may have stunned him, but he was back in the saddle; or at least, trying to mount it. With that horrible analogy out of the way, it had to be noted that the Callous Fighting Machine known as Vincent Pembridge was quite livid.

The British Degenerate decided to conserve his energy and waited for the Shadow Angel to recover. Once So'ialu did just that and turned to face Vincent, the champion lashed out with a roundhouse kick. A kick that Gabriel just barely managed to duck. Pembridge was none too pleased about missing, but couldn't do anything about it as his right foot touched back down on the canvas. What with So'ialu almost decapitating Pembridge with a haymaker and all.

Incensed, Vincent regained his marbles to block the next haymaker, then raked his opponent's eyes.

Then, Vincent tried to shove the challenger to the Scorpion Fighting Title into the ropes. That didn't work, as So'ialu stood his ground, almost amused that the Manucian would dare try such a thing. Again, Pembridge opted to go on the attack by just trying to outmuscle Gabriel with another shove; but of course, this got him nowhere again.

Except tossed backwards himself, as Gabriel returned ths shoving favour, pushing Vinnie into the ropes.

Sensing a half-chance, Gabriel collected himself and charged in, trying to nail a clothesline. Pembridge, however, used his momentum off the ropes to great effect courtesy of a double-leg tackle! Gabriel So'ialu somehow managed to recover almost immediately, and the champion acted quickly, bouncing himself off the ropes again. This time around, it was Vincent who went in search of a clothesline -- he didn't get it, though. Gabriel reacted just as quickly by stepping to the side and somehow getting a hand on Vincent's jeans, using the Manucian's own momentum to launch him into the ring post!

The leader of the British Army was stunned, and foolishly staggered right back into the Shadow Angel's path, who promptly drilled the thReat Menance with a devastating sidewalk slam to a huge eruption from the crowd! Biting his lower lip to stop from groaning, Vincent rolled around on the canvas for a it, trying to catch his breath, while So'ialu took a well-deserved breather.

One that was unceremoniously cut short when he saw the champion drag his beaten body towards a steel chair.

Taking action, Gabriel stepped forward and brought his right foot down on Vincent's spine, stopping the latter just an inch or two away from the chair. The Manucian Predator cringed, but there was more pain in store for him, as So'ialu applied more pressure on Vincent's back with his let foot!

Still, though, Vincent managed to wrap his hands around the chair.

So, So'ialu used his right leg and kicked down at the Englishman's head. Vincent's arms gave out, and the sheer power of So'ialu's kick drove Pembridge's face down onto the chair! And as expected, a spray of blood shot all over the canvas, prompting more cheers from the crowd! Gabriel laughed heartily, reaching down and pulling Vincent Pembridge up by the waistband of his jeans.

Or at least, he tried to; Vincent rendered his body into a state of what was called deadweight-ness, and the Scorpion's body fell back down to the mat.

Gabriel shrugged, wrapped his hand around the back of Vincent's neck, and pulled the bad man up... before striking with a German suplex completely out of nowhere! The crowd can hardly believe what they had just witnessed, and as So'ialu stood to his feet, the applause in the arena grew more deafening. So'ialu himself appeared a little surprised, but all of a sudden, his eyes lit up.

He had an idea. He knew how to finish Pembridge off.

Without hestitation, he pulled Vincent up, sneered at the champion, jammed Vincent's head under his armpit, jerked him up to a vertical position above his head and held him there for about... say, TEN FRIGGING SECONDS. With one arm, mind you.

The crowd orgasmed, and the Shadow Angel put the finishing touches on the move by spiking the champion down to the canvas.

Jackhammer, baby. So'ialu-style.

Gabriel sat up in a zombie-like manner, with a glazed over look in his eyes, as the crowd chanted his name.

Vehemently, and emphatically.

"SHADOW ANGEL!"
"SHADOW ANGEL!"
"SHADOW ANGEL!"

"SHADOW ANGEL!"
"SHADOW ANGEL!"
"SHADOW ANGEL!"


Then, Vincent Pembridge sat up, and So'ialu choked on his own spit.

Oh yeah, you know it. Business was about to pick up.

To much surprise, both men were scrapping back up to their feet at the exact same time -- the surprise being that Vincent could actually move, rendering The Shadow Angel thoroughly confused and agitated. Once on his feet, Gabriel grabbed the doubled-over Pembridge by the back of the neck, but the Scorpion quickly countered with a low blow of sorts.

Following which, Vinnie P instinctively kicked at Gabriel's shin. So'ialu was reeling, and Pembridge was ready to take advantage, hoof'ing him in the midsection, doubling him over... before the champion grabbed his adversary around the waist and dropped him down to the canvas with a technically sound front facelock takedown.

Comeback over?

Not quite. For as the champion sat there, panting and grinning, he never could have imagined Gabriel So'ialu sitting right up, and lashing out with a vicious backhand chop! Anything Vincent did, So'ialu could also do -- theme of the fight so far, really.

Stopping momentarily to catch his breath, Gabriel So'ialu pulled himself up and arrogantly dragged his nemesis up as well, not wishing to waste any time. Vincent tried to retaliate with a half-hearted hook but the Shadow Angel easily blocked it and kicked the champion in the BALLS, before whipping Vincent into the corner turnbuckle. Face-first.

OUCH.

Vincent Pembridge staggered right back into So'ialu's path, but had the presence of mind to counter a running clothesline into an armbar. Or rather, attempted armbar. Gabriel was still just too strong to bring down, and using his immense strength, the Dreadlocked Monster simply winded up his left arm and decked the Scorpion of Manchester with a short-arm clothesline! The constant war of attrition between the two had kept the crowd on the edge of their seats thus far, but many were hoping for Gabriel to wrap things up as soon as possible.

The glint in the Shadow Angel's eyes suggested that he had the same train of thought.

But as he tried to pull Pembridge back up, however, the Callous Fighting Machine struck with a kneeling uppercut, before jumping to his feet and landing a solid thrust kick to Gabriel's face, once again putting another spin on the momentum of the fight.

With the Shadow Angel reeling, Vincent launched himself onto the top rope, before jumping off and landing on Gabriel's shoulder! Within seconds, he'd hooked his legs around Gabriel's head, and was halfway through a move he'd probably NEVER attempted before in his life.

Who could blame the Scorpion? Hurricarannas are usually used by the lightweights.

No surprise then, that when Vincent tried to flip Gabriel over, the Shadow Angel stood his ground and used his impressive body of mass to halt Pembridge's attempt at a true momentum shifter. Grinning, So'ialu's arms snaked out towards Pembridge's neck, pulling him back up into a choke powerbomb position. The arena exploded with a chorus of jubilant cheers as Gabriel spun around and with relative ease, tossed Vincent down to the canvas like a useless ragdoll!

"SHADOW ANGEL!"
"SHADOW ANGEL!"
"SHADOW ANGEL!"


Yet, it wasn't quite enough to keep the Manucian Predator grounded for long.

So'ialu fumed as the sight of Vincent Pembridge scrambling back up to his feet greeted his eyes, and effectively took the crowd's support out of the equation. Nonetheless, everyone knew that this fight would be a tug-of-war affair, as the two enemies now stood in the middle of the ring, staring at each other intensely, sizing each other up while catching their breath.

Some people would say Gabriel's been the star of the show so far. Which, of course, wouldn't sit well with Mr Pembridge.

Having gotten enough of a respite, the two men locked up again, with So'ialu easily gaining the advantage. The Shadow Angel amazingly and effortlessly lifted Pembridge up over his head in a military press and pressed him three times! Vincent struggled to get free, but The Shadow Angel had a good, strong hold on him. And with obvious glee, So'ialu slammed the champion down to the canvas, raising his arms in the air after, thoroughly convinced that Pembridge was done for.

So did everyone in the arena, truth be told.

Vincent Pembridge, needless to say, was thoroughly shamed, but took comfort in the fact that he'd landed next to several weapons. Grunting, he reached out for this one particular weapon, and screamed angrilly as he turned around & tossed it right at the celebrating So'ialu, like one would throw a Frisbee. The amazing thing was, the weapon flew through the air LIKE a Frisbee.

Which obviously didn't bode well for the Shadow Angel, who didn't notice the danger until...

SMACCCCCCCK~!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHH-HOLY SHIT!" the crowd went, before the jeers set in.

The weapon -- a ring bell -- had crashed into the right cheekbone of So'ialu with a sickening amount of force! The bell landed in one of the corners of the ring, almost skidding out, while crimson claret poured out from the accented cheek of The Shadow Angel. So'ialu roared in obvious agony and grabbed the side of his face, staggering into the corner, the pain overwhelming him.

Proud of himself, Vincent stood and covered his mouth with his hand, feigning mock surprise, before returning back to his cocky demeanour.

A drastic step had to be taken, and it was Vincent Pembridge who had now upped the ante, as he slowly stalked towards So'ialu; who, by the way, was still tending to his bludgeoned cheek. The pain that had gripped the Shadow Angel had momentarilly numbed him, and obviously unaware of what he was doing, as he awkwardly staggered out of the corner... and right into the Scorpion of Manchester's open arms.

The British Degenerate welcomingly picked So'ialu up, albeit barely, in what seemed to be a scoop slam. Twisting awkwardly, Vincent's knees buckled, and he dumped Gabriel clumsily on his side! Vincent too fell backwards and hit the mat as it thundered with the clamour of So'ialu's fall! The crowd jeered loudly, going hand in hand with Pembridge's maniacal laughter, but both sources of noise were to be shortlived.

Why?

Because, So'ialu -- angered by the fact that Pembridge FINALLY got him off of the mat -- surged to his feet almost immediately. Like as if, he didn't feel a single thing. Pembridge gulped and scrambled to his feet, disbelieving of what his eyes were being treated to.

So, maybe, his face would believe getting kicked in by the Shadow Angel's expert kick? Sure! Pembridge flew halfway across the ring, and as his pretty face plopped down onto the canvas, blood trickled out from inside his mouth. Even stevens, then, eh? Not quite, no.

The Drealocked Monster had snapped.

Stomping ahead, he poked Pembridge in the ribs, rolling the champion over, before stomping down mercilessly on his face. Following which, Gabriel started to rabidly kick away at the champion's ribs with a thunderous amount of force, as the crowd now urged him on. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Gabriel So'ialu sneered down at the woozy Pembridge and gave him the middle finger, before jumping up and crashing down, driving his knee into the lower chest of Pembridge!

The result? Vincent thrashed about violently on the canvas, and as So'ialu rose, he grinned, noticing that Pembridge's lower rib area had something poking against the skin now!! Gabriel leaned down and lifted up Pembridge by the neck, slapping Vincent twice along the way, before throwing the Scorpion of Manchester into the ropes. And as the 'Evil Bastard' came back to the middle of the ring...

... The Shadow Angel floored him with a MASSIVE back body drop.

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

Gabriel rubbed his face and checked on his cheek again, noting that it was still bleeding rathe profusely. Nonetheless, So'ialu raised his arms in the air and nodded at the crowd, before he stomps over to the corner of the ring and bends down, picking up the one thing that was used to slow him down and almost render him beatable.

The ring bell. The same one Vincent *just* used moments earlier.

Turning, So'ialu noticed Vincent slowly helping himself up, shaking his head and cursing at the amount of crimson his face was coverd in. Wobbling around, the Scorpion of Manchester surely didn't expect Gabriel So'ialu to be charging at his lower body...

... but So'ialu did just that.

And the ring bell nailed Vincent in his right knee, knocking him down to the canvas again, face first! So'ialu now stood over the Manucian Predator, eyes glazed over once again, and primed to drop the bell down onto Vincent's face. Pembridge, however, struck with a hard punch to So'ialu's ribs... but it was with his slightly weaker hand, since his right hand was tending to his right knee. And as such, the Dreadlocked Monster didn't feel a single thing.

So, the latter retaliated with another kick to Vincent's gonads, before eventually bringing the bell down on Vincent's face. Hard. Very hard.

Almost out of it, Pembridge felt his grip on his Scorpion Fighting Title slipping away. Especially when So'ialu was aiming to strike again with the ring bell. Instinctively, and despite his groin having been crushed just moments earlier, Vincent Pembridge kicked out at Gabriel's shins, before crawling away from his adversary. The Shadow Angel cringed, feeling the sting and dropping the ring bell as a result, but he kept his balance and his eyes locked on the champion. The man that had done everything possible in the weeks before to destroy So'ialu.

Tonight, though, it had been Gabriel's game all the way, more or less, and as he strode towards Vincent, the reigning Scorpion Fighting Champ looked back... knowing that he HAD to do something drastic to change the complexion of the fight, and fast. Sucking up the pain, Pembridge rolled to his feet and faked a right hook at Gabriel, who expectedly raised his left forearm to fend off the punch.

However, the sneaky British Degenerate opted for the forearm shot into So'ialu's chest at the last possible second, before unleashing a powerful left jab that connected with the now-injured right cheekbone of the Shadow Angel! Gabriel grabbed his jaw and staggered backwards, the anti-pain sensory finally expiring... and Vincent capitalised.

With a stunning backheel kick to the same cheekbone, knocking So'ialu down! And for the first time in the entire contest, someone had been majorly incapacitated long enough for the referee to warrant the count. You would have thought it be Vincent, right?

Well, the British Degenerate defied the odds, and he grinned, watching on at the referee counting, knowing how close he was to being beaten himself;

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!"

"SIX!"

"SEVEN!"

"EIG - NO, ONLY SEVEN!"

Only SEVEN, it seemed.

So'ialu growled and rose to his feet, undaunted by the pain and the sudden change in momentum of the match. Vincent Pembridge simply chuckled as he ran towards the turnbuckle, showing great agility to jump to the top without skipping a beat, and leapt off... connecting with a flying elbow smash into Gabriel's face!

The crowd, although not completely fanciful of the Scorpion at all, applauded the move.

They couldn't help themselves.

But, make no mistake about it -- Vincent Pembridge was STILL the enemy.

More importantly, however, the crowd couldn't help watch on with concern on their faces, as Gabriel stayed rooted to the mat, leaving the referee no choice at all but to start up the count once again;

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!"

"SIX!"

"SEVEN!"

"EIGHT!"

"NINE!"

"TE - HE'S UP!"

Yeah, he was up. Fight was going to continue.

Because somehow, yet again, Gabriel managed to get back to his feet. He didn't look as if he wanted to stay down and concede defeat to Vincent, whose smile vanished off his face. Crouching, Vinnie grabbed the ring bell that had come into play several times in the fight and cautiously sneaked up on his opponent, who was staggering around the ring like a drunkard. The crowd tried desperately to warn the Dreadlocked Monster of the impending danger...

... But to no avail.

SMACCCCCCCK~!

A wicked shot to the back of the head of Gabriel So'ialu. Who, actually, remained standing.

SMACCCCCCCK~!

He dropped to his knees now, the crowd cursing at Vincent, demanding for him to stop. Meanwhile, blood trickled down the back of So'ialu's head, as he shooked his head and actually started to attempt to stand up.

Vincent readily put a stop to that via a sickening roundhouse kick to the right side of his rival's head, though, and So'ialu is officially out... face-first on the canvas, breathing heavily. All his hard work in grounding Vincent and making the Scorpion of Manchester seem like an insignificant being appeared to be vanishing before So'ialu's heavy eyes.

The Manucian Predator, however, wasn't quite done.

SMACCCCCCCK~!

SMACCCCCCCK~!

SMACCCCCCCK~!

SMACCCCCCCK~!

Four shots to the lower spinal area, causing Gabriel to thrash about on the canvas like some crazy lunatic. Satisfied with the damage caused, Vincent threw the bell down onto the mat, satisfied, but a malevolent glint suddenly flickered in his eyes, suggesting he might have had more tricks up his sleeve.

"VINCENT SUCKS!"
"VINCENT SUCKS!"
"VINCENT SUCKS!"
"VINCENT SUCKS!"

While true, it was Vincent who was firmly in control now.

Pulling Gabriel up, The Scorpion started to guffaw at the chants generated by the crowd. Bruised and battered, Vincent looked at his equally wasted opponent and once again saw it fit to spit at the Shadow Angel, before quickly kicking the latter in the gut...

... AND SCORING WITH A PULLING PILEDRIVER ONTO THE RING BELL.

The crowd, obviously, were stunned. Muted. Flabbergasted.

Getting back to his feet, Vincent immediately fell back against the ropes, the wind having been taken out of him as well in the process of MURDERING Gabriel So'ialu. Cockily, he demanded the referee to start the count, which the senior official -- while thoroughly disgusted with the way the match was going to end -- did reluctantly.

He had no choice;

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!"

"SIX!"

"SEVEN!"

"EIGHT!"

"NINE!"

"TEN!"

"ELEVEN!"

"TWELVE!"

"THIRTEEN!"

"FOURTEEN!"

The audience held their breath, some even praying.

But really, it was a foregone conclusion, with the amount of blood that Gabriel So'ialu's body was laying in.

"FIFTEEN!"

"FIGHT'S OVER! RING THE DAMN BELL!" screamed the referee, before signalling for some medical help.

Aaaand with that, Vincent Pembridge punched the air and quickly climbed out of the ring, the victory officially his! Finally, after weeks of talk and action, it boiled down to who was tougher and who could endure more than the other man; on this night, Vincent Pembridge proved that he deserved to be the ACW Scorpion Fighting Champion.

And more, possibly.

Getting his titles from the ring announcer, Vincent sniggered at a few of the fans as he made his exit, while a couple of paramedics rushed down to the ring to check on So'ialu. The fight had taken a hell of a lot out of the two competitors involved, but it seemed as if Gabriel got the short end of the stick, and was now suffering from massive blood loss. The Scorpion of Manchester? He didn't care.

All the Manucian cared about was this -- he won, and his stranglehold on ACW tightened as a result.

Dark days ahead. Very dark.

Winner:

Perseverance



SilverHAWK winced at the signed contract on his table. He somehow knew bringing this new member to the federation was a mistake. But he couldn’t help but laugh at the same time, as the goofy grin of the newly employed member was still sitting in front of him. And the grin had been on his face for two hours….

…and he hadn’t moved.

…yet.

SilverHAWK stood amazed. El Emenopi hadn’t even blinked since his name was signed at the bottom of the six-page contract. He just sat there, grinning.

Surely his face must hurt by now.

Suddenly the grin disappeared and El flew in hyper-mode. He started jumping around the room, and SilverHAWK tried calming him down… but to no avail. El was unstoppable… until HAWK STO’d him into the table.

“Calm down, boy!” He glared at the overly joyous Mexican. “You’re MY employee now.”

Suddenly El straightened himself and stood at attention.

“Permission to speak freely, senor.” El stared straight forward.

HAWK raised an eyebrow, “Permission granted, soldier…”

“Do I have a match today? Maybe that ACW Television Title match? I could be a great champ! I’d be… como se dice? Ah… Da Bomb!” El’s grin appeared again.

HAWK’s expression changed from relief to horror to exasperation. He had just hired the highest liability anyone could ever bring into their federation… and he did it as a favor. This is the last time he does an unasked favor.

“No. Just keep your promise to Kain. That’s all.” SilverHAWK sighed. “Now can you please get out of my office?”

El Emenopi stepped outside of the VIP room and looked around then started jumping like a little schoolgirl. He had finally made it. He was in All-Star Championship Wrestling. He was a superstar.

Jason Kain walked around the corner… and El Emenopi flipped out.

“GRACIAS, SENOR KAIN! GRACIAS!!!!” El ran over and gave the man a hug. This obviously was the wrong thing to do as Kain just laid a punch to El Emenopi’s jaw, knocking him out cold.

“I didn’t do shit.” Kain glared, then noticed the contract that El was holding tight in his hand. The look of anger left him swiftly as he looked at the door to SilverHAWK’s office, then back at the contract. 

El Emenopi was in the federation. 

He was going to keep his promise… even if Kain just punched him.

Over The Edge



Jade was pissed. The match had gone well, until that asshole Forme Carlos interfered. Jade knew she could have beaten Hillary without help and wanted to prove it to everyone else who ever doubted her. 

She stormed through the hallways back towards her dressing room and kicked the door open. Slamming it shut, she fell to the floor behind it and shook her head. There were so many emotions running through her body and mind right now, and she didn’t know what she wanted to do, laugh at Hillary, and cheer because she won or just cry her eyes out.

The emotions were sending her in a tailspin and she felt like she couldn’t pull out.

She pulled herself up off her butt and walked away from the door. She looked at the coffee table, which sat in front of the couch and stopped. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Was someone trying to push her over the edge? Did someone hate her enough to try and make her go crazy?

Sitting on the coffee table, was the MiSFiTS jersey from uKw. It was sprawled out with the logo staring up at her. The uKw patch was visible on one of the arms and the names Jade and Jason Kain were on the other. She stood in shock. Slowly she looked around again, and then finally took off out of the locker room and down the hallway with no warning of what she might do next.

The Television Title had been vacated since June 1st when Alias ended his reign as the champion. The belt had lost some prestige due to not having it around the waist of a competitor for over a month now. That was all about to change as the TV Title battle royal was set to begin. Up until now no one had any idea who the lucky men or women would be that would get the honor of competing in the match for the vacant TV Title. It was time for the crowd in attendance and the people watching at home to find out. 

“Get Your Hands Up” by Fatman Scoop & Crooklan Clan started on the loud speakers in the arena and the fans in attendance remained passive. After a few seconds of the music echoing throughout the arena the man known as Gary Steele made his way out from behind the curtains and out on to the entrance ramp. A small group of people in the crowd recognized the man from IOW when he was their TV champ but the rest remained silent and probably didn’t care. 

Steele would be one of the select few that would get the chance to become TV Champ in ACW but he had a lot of competition to go through. He quickly made his way down the ramp and towards the ring eager to get the match underway and win his first title in ACW. Steele quickly slid under the bottom rope of the ring once he reached it then jumped to his feet. He walked over to a corner and leaned against it waiting for the other competitors to enter the ring.

“Behind The Walls” by Kurupt was the next set of music to begin on the speakers as some of the crowd in attendance began to boo. They knew the music belonged to none other than 108192, the powerhouse hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota. The big man quickly made his entrance from behind the curtain and stalked down the ramp and jumped up on to the ring apron. 

He was in quite a hurry to get the match started and get himself some gold in ACW. He hopped over the top rope and walked over to one of the vacant corners and started waiting just as Steele was doing. Only, 108192 was staring straight at Steele instead of up at the ramp. 

“Walk with Me” by Sheek Louch was the next to light up the speaker system in the arena as ‘Mr. Exclusive’ Kaid Vagabon made his way out from the back. A few of the fans in attendance took the time to boo the man, the rest were preoccupied with their beers and hot dogs. 

Vagabon just like the two men before him, wasted no time getting to the ring. He climbed up the ring steps and walked along the apron for a second then ducked in-between the ropes and entered the ring. Vagabon took the corner nearest to him and waited for the remaining opponents to enter the ring. 

“Smoke Two Joints” by Sublime lit up the loud speakers and the fans in attendance erupted in cheers for the man known to them as Quinton May, leader of Quinton’s Army. The high flying fan favorite made his way out from the back with a slight smile on his face. He also quickly made his way down the entrance ramp towards the ring, eager to get things started. If you bothered to ask fans in attendance on who they were going to put their money on to win the match, the clear favorite would be Quinton May. May quickly dove in to the ring and stood up and took a quick glance at his three opponents. 

He made his way over to the last remaining empty corner and began to prepare for the start of battle.

“Forest” by System of a Down kicked up on the loud speakers in the arena of the ACW PPV. The fans in attendance let out a small pop for the teenager known as 006.392, one of the valuable members of Quinton’s Army. He would be facing his leader in a battle for gold in ACW, and he was looking forward to it. 

The youngster made his way made his way out from the back and slowly glided down the ramp towards the ring. He was smaller than pretty much every competitor and was in no hurry to get things started. He slowly climbed up the ring steps and stood on the apron staring at the four competitors already in the ring. He decided he’d stay on the apron until the match started, so he didn’t get stuck in the middle of the ring surrounded. 

“Ruff Ryders Anthem” by DMX started up on the loud speakers as the last of the competitors was about to come out from the back. No one in attendance knew who the music belonged to because they hadn’t heard it in ACW before. After a few more seconds of the song playing the fans in attendance erupted with deafening cheers as the man known world wide as “Ego” Greg Davis made his way out from the back on to the entrance ramp. It had been over 9 months since fans had seen Greg Davis in a wrestling ring competing and it was 9 months too long. 

Greg Davis was back and ready to kick some ass. The fans continued to cheer their hearts out as Davis had a wide smile on his face and slowly made his way down the ramp. He stopped to slap a few hands at ringside on the way to the ring. He finally go to the ring and climbed up on to the apron and looked around the ring at his five opponents. He knew it was good to be back and there wasn’t a better time to make a come back. 

It was time to battle for some gold and all six men were ready to tear each other apart. All’s that was left to do was for the ref to ring the bell to signal the start of the carnage. That came a few seconds later as the ref signaled for the bell to start the match, it had begun.

108192 was the first to move among the six competitors. He turned his attention towards Gary Steele and charged straight at him with a clothesline. The move sent Steele sprawling to the canvas laid out. The remaining four men wasted no time getting things started. Kaid Vagabon charged towards Greg Davis as Davis hopped in to the ring and Vagabon nailed him with a knee lift to the face. The move dazed Davis a little bit and caused him to stumble back.

 He then quickly regained his composure and started trading right and left hands with Kaid Vagabon. The only two remaining men to start fighting were Quinton May and 006.392, the two men that were supposed to be allies. 006.392 slowly entered the ring and stared at his boss and made no move to advance on him. May stood his ground and stared back at 006.392 sizing up the teenager. Neither man wanted to fight his ally, not right away anyways so instead they both turned their attention to other competitors.

Gary Steele and 108192 were busy going at it in the corner when Quinton May decided he’d lend a hand to the smaller Steele and help him turn the momentum in his favor against 108192. May quickly ran up behind 108192 and kicked him in the back of the head with a dropkick. 

The move sent 108192 sprawling forward straight in to Gary Steele who landed a stiff clothesline of his own that floored 108192. Steele shot a quick glance in May’s direction and May nodded to him. Steele didn’t bother to nod back but turned his attention back to 108192 instead. He quickly started laying in to his side and chest with the right boot while yelling out profanities at the bigger man. 

On the other side of the ring Greg Davis and Kaid Vagabon were still busy exchanging blows with each other. Vagabon was starting to gain the upper hand that is until 006.392 interjected and turned the momentum in his own favor. 006.392 snuck up behind Vagabon and delivered a stinging low blow to ‘Mr. Exclusive’. The low blow send Vagabon straight to the canvas holding the beloved jewels as he yelled out in pain. 

The only rules in this match were you had to throw people over the top rope and have them land on the ground to eliminate them, so the move was perfectly legal. Greg Davis used the opening to go after Vagabon and get in his own licks. He started kicking Vagabon in the stomach up against the bottom rope not bothering to pay attention to what was going on behind him. Quinton May and 006.392 both were standing behind Davis staring at him. 

They shot a quick glance towards each other and both nodded then charged forward and delivered a double clothesline to the back of Davis which sent him flying over the top rope and to the floor below.

Quinton May and 006.392 stopped and smiled as they had eliminated the first person of the match. Davis quickly got back to his feet and let out a loud yell and started swearing profanities in the direction of Quinton May and 006.392. He had quickly been eliminated from the match and wasn’t happy about it. 

The fans in attendance also weren’t too happy about it. They were hoping The Ego would claim some gold in his first match here in ACW and it wasn’t going to happen now. Greg Davis finally turned and headed back toward the locker room with a dejected look on his face. Maybe his return to the ring wouldn’t go as well as he had hoped it would. The fans in attendance turned their attention back to the match and watched as Gary Steele continued his barrage of kicks on the bigger 108192. 

Steele had been delivering stinging blows to the side and chest of 108192 for the past minute or so and the big man was getting pissed. He finally caught the foot of Steele and delivered an elbow to the inner side of Steele’s knee causing Steele to drop to the canvas in pain.

108192 finally made it back to his feet after being held on the ground under the barrage of Steele’s blows for the past few minutes. He started his own assault on Gary Steele giving him a dose of his own medicine. 108192 delivered a few hard boots to the head of Steele then followed it up with a leg drop to the throat of Gary Steele. 

108192 then stood back up and grabbed Steele by the hair and picked him up. He quickly slapped him in the face to blatantly disrespect the smaller man then kicked him in the gut bending him over. He then delivered a gut-wrench powerbomb slamming Steele to the ground. The move took its toll on Steele’s body and left him laid out. 108192 decided he’d turn his attention to a different opponent as he was no longer having fun having his way with Steele.

Quinton May and 006.392 had turned their attention to Kaid Vagabon after eliminating Greg Davis from the match. Vagabon was still lying on the canvas against the bottom rope. May quickly pulled him up off the canvas and delivered a stinging right fist to the face of Vagabon. Vagabon stumbled back a few steps and turned to his left to get drilled in the face by another hard fist, courtesy of 006.392. 

The blow rocked Vagabon and sent him stumbling back in the direction of Quinton May who decided he’d send Vagabon back to the canvas with a hard clothesline. He then quickly did a standing moonsault that landed directly on target and knocked the air out of Kaid Vagabon. 006.392 looked on as his leader got back up after the move and quickly delivered another standing moonsault with just as much ferocity as the last one. Kaid Vagabon was in a bad position with 2 members of Quinton’s Army teaming up on him, but help was on the way.

108192 decided he’d go after 006.392 first because he was smaller and would be easier to take down. He quickly charged across the ring after laying out Gary Steele and drilled 006.392 from behind with a boot to the back of the head. Some of the fans in attendance grimaced from the devastation of the move. The kick to the head caused 006.392’s head to snap forward with a force that could’ve snapped a person’s neck.

Instead it just gave him a slight case of whiplash and sent him sprawling over the top rope and out of the ring. 006.392 landed on the hard floor below and was the second man to be eliminated from the battle royal match. It was now down to four men and 006.392 picked himself up off the floor with a dejected look on his face and stared up at Quinton May who was now exchanging blows with 108192. He knew his boss would be slightly disappointed but it was too late to worry now. 006.392 quickly turned around and headed back to the lockers to take his shower.

Quinton May and 108192 started brawling like street fighters after 108192 eliminated May’s buddy 006.392. May was pissed that 108192 took a cheap shot on a youngster like that and wanted to teach him a lesson. May gained the upper hand and started delivering left and rights to the face and chest of 108192. The blows were rocking the bigger man backwards but weren’t taking him off his feet. May quickly ran towards the ropes and bounced off them and charged towards 108192 and attempted a flying clothesline which 108192 side stepped. 

Quinton May crashed to the canvas and 108192 capitalized by delivering a big elbow to the spine of Quinton May followed by a knee drop in to the spine. 108192 then got back to his feet and picked up May and whipped him in to the corner and charged in after him delivering a huge splash squishing May against the corner. 108192 then backed up a few feet and charged at May’s half conscious body and delivered a shoulder block to the midsection of Quinton May. 

The move rocked May and caused him to double over and then fall to the canvas resting against the bottom rope and the corner. 108192 decided to capitalize by laying in to May with some hard boots. 108192 was having his fun with May delivering blow after blow to May’s head when he was quickly stopped by the dropkick to his back courtesy of Gary Steele.

Gary Steele had gotten up off the canvas after being beat to hell by 108192 and dropkicked him right in the back. The move caused 108192 to fly forward in to the corner and hit his chest against the pads. He then stumbled back and turned around and was met with a super kick to the face by Gary Steele, the move floored 108192. Steele then was about to start a barrage on 108192 once again but was cut off when Kaid Vagabon charged at him and speared him to the canvas. 

Kaid Vagabon then mounted Gary Steele and started pummeling his face with left and right hands until Gary Steele’s body went limp and didn’t move any longer. Vagabon eased up with the punches to the face of Steele and stood up staring down at the battered man below him. He was happy with the beating he had just put on Gary Steele but wasn’t quite happy enough. Vagabon grabbed Steele’s legs and started to drag him over to the corner. 

He positioned him a few feet away from the corner lying horizontally in front of the corner then Kaid quickly climbed to the top rope. He then looked out at the crowd for a second and a few of them let out some boos but Kaid didn’t care, he was ready to kick some ass. 

Kaid then flew off the top rope with his own variation of the shooting star press which he landed perfectly on to Gary Steele’s chest. The crowd let out a small pop for the move, not the man responsible for it. Vagabon laid next to his unconscious opponent for a second catching his breath after the devastating move he just delivered.

Quinton May and 108192 were both finally beginning to stir from their positions on the canvas after both were laid out a few minutes ago. Both men started getting to their feet at the same time and started exchanging fists to the face as they did so. 108192 quickly gained the upper hand as he was much bigger than Quinton May. 

108192 delivered a thigh to the stomach area of Quinton May followed by a European upper cut which rocked Quinton May backwards. 108192 then grabbed Quinton May and whipped him towards the ropes and waited a second then charged towards Quinton May. 108192 decided he was going to spear Quinton May, that was the plan at least. 

108192 charged towards May and lowered his head and shoulder and tried to spear May but Quinton May jumped up and to the left of 108192 and grabbed 108192’s while doing so and used his own momentum against him and spiked him straight to the mat with a modified DDT. The crowd went nuts after May delivered the hellacious DDT that knocked 108192 in to next week. 

Quinton May now had the crowds support fully behind him and he intended on keeping things that way. He quickly picked up 108192’s limp body and put 108192’s head in between his legs and then hooked both of his arms. It was time for 108192 to make a quick exit from the match if Quinton May had anything to do with it. May looked out at the crowd and they let out a loud pop then May quickly delivered the Hideaway, his own version of a double-underhook piledriver. 

The move spiked 108192’s head in to the canvas and knocked what little bit of energy he had left out of him. 108192 was completely out of it and there was nothing he could do to stop himself from being eliminated, his fate was inevitable. Quinton May quickly got up off the canvas after the move and picked up 108192’s limp body and dragged him over to the ropes and began to hoist him up over the ropes. 

May was having a little bit of trouble because he was beginning to get tired from the physical match and 108192 was bigger than he was. After a few more seconds things got all shook up. May found himself flying over the top rope right along with 108192 when Kaid Vagabon ran up from behind and nailed May causing both of the men to fly over. 

Kaid Vagabon quickly turned around to celebrate his feat of eliminating two men at once. Little did he know he didn’t eliminate two men. 108192’s unconscious body fell to the ground below and landed hard but Quinton May held on to the rope and hung over the side of the ring. Making sure he didn’t touch the ground May quickly hoisted himself back up on to the apron and rested for a second. He knew Vagabon thought he eliminated both men so he wouldn’t be turning around for a few more seconds, he had celebrating to do. 

Vagabon’s celebrating was cut short when Gary Steele got back up off the canvas and ran up behind Vagabon and sent him to the canvas with a bulldog. Gary Steele then went to work on the right leg of Kaid Vagabon by applying a half Boston crab. Gary Steele noticed Quinton May resting on the ring apron once he applied the Boston crab to Kaid Vagabon and was kind of surprised. He thought him and Vagabon were the only two men remaining. 

Steele wasn’t going to let it break his concentration however; he’d have to worry about May when the time came. For now he was going to continue his assault on Vagabon’s leg by wrenching back as far as he could. The move had Vagabon screaming out in pain but there wasn’t anything he could do. Steele kept the move applied with a smile on his face; he knew he had Vagabon right where he wanted him.

Quinton May decided it was about time he got back in to the mix of things. He quickly hoisted himself up off the canvas and re-entered the ring. He stood there for a second and watched as Gary Steele wrenched on Kaid Vagabon’s right leg with the Boston crab. May was happy at the site and figured he might as well let Steele do his dirty work and take a little breather. 

Gary Steele continued to apply the pressure on Kaid Vagabon’s knee and knew it would only be a matter of time before Vagabon would pass out from the pain. Steele however didn’t take in to account that Quinton May might decide he wanted a little piece of the action. May walked over to Steele and told him to let go of the hold. 

Steele looked up at May like he was crazy and continue to apply the hold. May stood there for a second and told Steele once again to let go of the hold. Steele again looked up at May and thought he was crazy. May knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere by being nice so he stepped back a few feet then charged forward and drilled Steele right in the face with a dropkick. The move caused Steele to release the hold and fly backwards landing on top of Vagabon.

Quinton May jumped back to his feet and waited for Gary Steele to get back to his feet to continue the battle. Steele finally got back to his feet and glared at Quinton May wondering how to approach a man like May in a man like this. He figured charging at him would be just what May wanted so he decided against that route. 

Instead Gary Steele stood his ground and motioned for May to come get him. May obliged and charged across the ring towards Steele with a plan in mind. Steele planted himself and readied himself for whatever May was going to try. Quinton May came straight at Steele and reared his arm back in the motion of a clothesline so Steele began to bend down but May had another idea in mind. 

May quickly lunged forward feet first and jumped up on to Steele’s thighs then May swung his legs to the left of Steele and grabbed Steele by the head with his arm and swung him backwards towards the canvas with another modified DDT like he performed earlier in the match. The crowd went absolutely nuts once again after May landed the move and Steele lay unconscious on the canvas. 

Quinton May knew he had pretty much just eliminated another opponent from the match. There was no way Gary Steele was getting back up after that move and everyone knew that. Quinton May quickly got back to his feet and picked up Gary Steele and drug him over to the ropes. May quickly hoisted Steele up on to his shoulder then threw him over the top rope and let him fall to the ground below. Another man had been eliminated from the battle and now it was down to the final two. 

Who would walk away with the gold and be the next Television champion in ACW? 

The crowd was going to find out very shortly and they couldn’t wait. 

Quinton May turned his attention back to his sole opponent now, Kaid Vagabon. Quinton knew he would be easy pickings after Steele had that Boston crab locked on for so long, the move had to of wore down Vagabon’s right leg and knee. May was surprised to see Vagabon back on his feet and waiting for May to return his attention to him. Kaid Vagabon threw an evil sneer in the direction of Quinton May and dared him to come after him. 

May wasn’t sure if Vagabon had a plan in mind or if he was just crazy, but May wasn’t going to wait to find out. May quickly charged at Kaid Vagabon across the ring and once he reached Vagabon he was surprised to find himself flying through the air as Vagabon had bent down and picked him up and threw him over his head. May was flying through the air right towards the ropes and the ground below. 

May somehow managed to land feet first against the top rope and sprung himself backwards with all his momentum and flew at Kaid Vagabon and nailed him with an elbow to the face of Kaid Vagabon. The move sent Vagabon sprawling to the canvas holding his face in pain. Quinton May knew he was lucky he was still in the match after that and wasn’t going to waste any more time. He had to put the match away now.

Quinton May knew it would only take one more move to put Kaid Vagabon away and he had no problem busting out the Hideaway again to end the match. May quickly walked over to Vagabon and picked him up off the mat. He delivered a quick right hand to the face of Vagabon then whipped him in to the ropes. 

May charged at Vagabon and attempted a clothesline but underestimated Kaid Vagabon and found himself on the receiving end of a stiff super kick, also known as a Long Kiss Goodnight. It was the maneuver Kaid Vagabon used to put away his opponents and it seemed to do the trick with May as it sent him straight to the canvas knocked out. 

Kaid Vagabon knew he had just gotten the opening he needed and was going to win this match. He picked up Quinton May and stuck May’s head between his legs and lifted him up in to the powerbomb position and was set to bring him down but May reversed the move by grabbing Vagabon’s head and bringing him down to the mat face first with a face buster type maneuver. It was a desperation move by Quinton May and it paid off. 

He was just about out of gas and he knew Vagabon was as well, so he had to take care of business and eliminate Vagabon before he found himself thrown out. May pulled himself up off the mat with help from the nearby ropes and walked back over to Kaid Vagabon and picked him up. Quinton May then stuck Vagabon’s head between his legs and hooked his arms; it was time for the Hideaway. Quinton May lifted Vagabon up and spiked him down with the double-underhook piledriver move. 

It was a fitting end to a long battle. Quinton May then got to his feet one more time and hoped it would be the last time he had to do so in this match. He looked down at the unconscious body of Kaid Vagabon and then over at the corner. The crowded started to wonder what May was doing, he had the match won but he was stalling.

Quinton May grabbed Vagabon by the legs and started to drag him closer to the corner. He positioned him where he wanted him then signaled to the crowd that he was going up top. Most of the fans in attendance were eager to see what he had in store but a few were left wondering why he didn’t just end the match. It didn’t matter though as Quinton May made his way to the top rope and looked down at Kaid Vagabon who wasn’t moving. Quinton May jumped off the turnbuckle and up in to the air as high as he could and began what would be a corkscrew 450 splash that landed right on target. The crowd went absolutely ape shit at the site of the move and started chanting Quinton May’s name in unison.

“QUINTON MAY! QUINTON MAY! QUINTON MAY!” Was all that could be heard in the arena as Quinton May gathered the last of his energy and stood up once again. He grabbed Kaid Vagabon by the head and pulled him up off the canvas. 

He drug his limp body over to the ropes and lifted Vagabon’s body with all the strength he could muster and tossed him over the top rope. Quinton May had finally done it; he had eliminated the last opponent. The long fought battle for the vacant Television Title had finally come to an end. The lone man left in the ring was now the proud holder of the ACW Television Title. 

The referee quickly grabbed the title from the ring announcer and handed it to Quinton May as he raised May’s hand in victory. Quinton May held up the title with his other hand and let out a scream of happiness. He had finally brought home some gold and it felt good. 

May then quickly exited the ring and headed up the entrance ramp, it was time to go celebrate with the Army. There was much to be celebrated and the leader of Quinton’s Army couldn’t wait. 

The days of being a true icon were upon him and he loved every minute of it. 

Winner and NEW ACW TELEVISION CHAMPION: Quinton May

History Lesson



“You know this is not the first time I’ve been challenged by a constant enemy. Being a two year veteran in a profession; where athletes had stuck around for decades. I would be considered the cocky, arrogant rookie. But a rookie is such a bad term to use when it came to the experiences I have been put through.” Osyrus paused, still glaring at himself in the mirror… rubbing on his pierced right eyebrow. His cold stare and facial mannerisms changed numerous times; made the audience believe that he was watching his story over and over in his own mind… an occurring movie of events that had made him into the cruel and confident man he was today. 

”It all started with Big Time. A no talent fuck that wanted to cross me, when I cautiously arrived into ICW… the first time I had ever been hired into a wrestling promotion. You know how it is when you arrive somewhere outside your element; trying to make a name for yourself.. but end up fighting pointless individuals that try to put themselves over, at the expense of someone inexperienced. He too tried to bully me so to speak. Thinking that I would roll over and let him make a name for himself on me?!” Osyrus rubbed his bald head angrily before a brief smirk appeared, he walked away from the mirror as he continued on. 

”But he learned like others would in the approaching future,” He chuckled to himself as he took a seat on his leather couch. “Big Time learned that Osyrus was the new breed of competitor, that was going to arrive on the scene and wash away those useless veterans of the sport… knocking them into the shadows were they belonged if they weren’t going to dedicate their lives to this. He didn’t deserve to step foot in a ring, especially a ring that I had to share. Enough of the past, let’s move on a little further.” 

“But let me ask you a question; do you think I would be as successful as I am right now, if I didn’t look at the whole picture; rather than looking at life… day by day? Would I be the most spoken about personality on the scene; if I did what other rookies did during the same time period? Coming in with a lot flash in the pan; spouting off that I would be the future of the company… when I couldn’t even hold a microphone for five minutes to do a decent in ring segment, which most people in ACW couldn’t do on their best day…” Osyrus spat on the ground, he wiped off his mouth afterwards. “ If their lines were pre-written for them on the fucking ACWtron. Just like that loser Jason,” The ‘Real’ Triple Threat slightly stopped in his tracks… 

”I’ll save that topic for a little bit later. Let’s continue the history lesson. In fEar wrestling, people wanted to see the quote- unquote rookie get what he deserved. In their minds; you couldn’t come in with as much hype as I did and not pay your dues. You couldn’t cut the most entertaining back and fourth promos with the co- owner; Jeremy Weimer at the time.. and not expect to have jobbed your life away to earn that time in the spot light. Well I didn’t. 

I jumped right in and was dubbed ‘the rising star of the company’ and even beat the soon to be world champion, Rio Nexan to the punch numerous times. And of course the veterans didn’t like that. Why should I take their spot light that they thought they so rightfully deserved; as they sat on their asses and waited for their chance.. when I worked for it. Looking back, fEar reminds me so much of ACW now, before it closed. But just wait my impatient friends… I’ll tie it all together. That’s what your waiting for right?” 

He rose once again from his seat on the couch; his body impression was left there as Osy walked to his gym bag. He pulled out two black support elbow pads; sliding on the left pad, then the right.. as Osy stood back in front of the mirror, admiring his tattooed flesh. 

”I have come to the realization that no one deserves to be put over my dedication to the business. No man that hasn’t acquired the same level of success should ever step from a match with ‘the personification of talent’ and be called the victor. Can anyone say that they have competed around the world; defeating the biggest fucking names, that get thrown around like your daily paper on a Sunday morning. 

ME.

Who can say that in under two years, they are already won numerous world titles; secondary titles and other awards on a hall of fame wrestler level in any promotion in their career? 

I CAN.

And who can say that they have held more than one championship at a time for over one hundred and nineteen days; and being undefeated for one hundred and eighty three of those days in three different promotions? 

ONLY ME.

So with that said, why should I even waste my time tonight.” Osy stepped away from the mirror; sitting down quickly in a metal folding chair, that was placed there whenever he prepared for a match. The usual thing for most wrestlers to do. He laced up his left boot first; looking up every second to make sure it was laced the way he liked. 

“It’s funny that Kain hasn’t gotten the hint yet. When is he going to realize that I have seen his kind thousands of times before. A numerous year veteran; jealous at my success, because he wished and prayed that his career would have turned out a little similar to mine. Headlining all the major events of a promotion; having your name mentioned as an M.V.P when outsiders turned their attention your way… rather than being tossed into the dark corner of the roster that never saw the light of day, only to be jobbed to someone that the owner thought was more marketable…” Osyrus chuckled, moving onto the next foot. 

” Sound familiar Kain? I bet it does. But Kain, Kain, Kain… you probably think that it’s your time in the spot light don’t you? Spending all your time flopping from federation to promotion, hoping that an owner would see the potential you thought you had. You probably, silently thought to yourself in your locker room; that you would turn your luck around with the new, young and vibrate ACW… but the harsh reality is that ACW has shun you, and history has again repeated itself. I just wished you would have listened Jason. I wished that the mind games that Isis and I played on you; would have made you give up and move into another direction… rather having to climb into the ring and embarrassing yourself when,” Osyrus leaned closer to the mirror as he began to whisper. 

”…We both know that you can’t hack in the ring with a technical, wrestling technician like myself. And you call yourself ‘the epitome of innovation’? Give me a fucking break already. The moral of this story kids is that there is a big difference between reality and imagination. If this were a perfect world in Kain’s eyes… he would beat me with ease; and become the ACW world champion like he hopes to be someday. But when the hard of book reality smacks Kain across the face; he will learn like the other veterans of the past... 

The Big Time’s. 

The Rio Nexan’s. 

The Violator’s. 

The Kage’s. 

The Nathan Daniels’. 

The Silver Hawks’. 

The Krow’s. 

The Ninja K’s.

And the list goes on and on of people that have never made me ‘quit’ or ‘tap out’… so what makes Kain any different?” Osy stood up; both boots laced as he stood in his training shorts, with elbow pads on both arms. He flexed his muscles proudly, before turning his back and heading to the door. 

”We will find out what he is made of tonight, won’t we. And when the smoke has cleared… the dust has finally settled. Kain will find out that this is one ‘god’ that he couldn’t ignore.




Steel Cage Match-Up
A*Dubbs Vs. Dante Inferno

    

It had been a battle in which the two men involved, had probably never believed would happen. Only a few months ago they stood on the same side of the divide, fighting for Ethan Winters as they tried to rule ACW with an iron fist. Now however, these two men are at very different sides of a divide. A*Dubbs stands as the ACW United States Champion, and ever since day one in ACW, has been the brunt of many a fan's boo.

Dante Inferno, is what some would say a changed man these days, even though he has never changed. Inferno fights for himself, and no-one else, so as his feud with the hated Dubbs rages on, it seems that he has changed from a hated man whom worked for Winters, to a fan favourite, most of which want to see him finally with gold around his waist.

It was a war which had been boiling up for the last seven weeks, and now it seemed that the first time these two men would square up, could quite possibly be the very last, as they step inside a custom build ACW steel cage.

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on 
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on 
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

"Patiently Waiting", composed by the lyrical genius of 50 Cent and Eminem rang through the loud speakers, as the lights came back, and the words IMMORTAL plagued the screen. A*Dubbs, the United States Champion strolled through the curtain to the fans dismay, dressed in black and blue. When asked about his attire for the pay-per-view earlier on, and what the colors resembled, Allen smiled before replying to the critics. 

"Black and blue means pain." 

The music blared out at the audience, and n cue with the new entrance theme Allen had entered into the ACW, the audience blared jeers back at Allen, but there was something about Dubbs that made him not register the screams and the boos by the fans, it wad fear?

Dubbs didn't even notice the crowd as he ran of the ring steps and quickly undressed, as he passed the US Title to the referee, and looked above, the cage was still to be lowered. Dubbs looked on as the main guitar riff of "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack began to echo through the arena, as the crowd got on their feet, and a pumped Dante Inferno emerged from the back ready to go to war with the United States Champion.

The rules were simple.

Pinfall was the only thing that mattered, but with the cage, no disqualification went part in parcel with the huge structure, as it was finally beginning to be lowered as Inferno dived into the ring. With the rung having no ropes, Dubbs charged at Inferno, hoping to somehow spear him onto the ground, but as Inferno side stepped, it meant that Dubbs went flying off of the canvas and out of the ring, as he eventually landed on his feet but stumbled to the ground only moments later.

Inferno dropped down to the outside as the cage finally began to garner pace as it lowered from the ceiling, but as it came closer and closer to the empty ring, the tension in the arena got higher and higher, as Inferno took a hold of Dubbs and struck the first blow of the match.

Inferno struck a hard right hand to Dubbs as he lay on his knees as he was trying to get up, by this time the Cage was slammed in place, and Inferno used it to it's full potential as he grabbed a hold of the Us Champion and threw him onto it face first. Dubbs slid down on the mat as he lay, with his back rested on a cold metal as Inferno began to put the boot in, the fans cheering with every kick as the huge monster of Atlanta stuck his size 17 boot in Dubbs' throat and chocked him. 

The good thing.

It was all legal.

Dubbs was pulled to his feet before his face was pushed into the cage mesh once again, but this time Dante scraped his face along the surface, as Dubbs' somewhat good looking features were pushed, squashed and squeezed on the metal before Dante pushed him to the ground. Inferno never took his eyes off the ball for one second as he was quickly on Dubbs again, stomping him to the ground with his right foot which was aimed around Dubb's chest region.

The beating continued as Inferno pulled Inferno to his feet and kicked the cage door opened, before shoving Dubbs inside it as the temperature in the arena grew even higher, as the fight was about to get nasty. The referee closed the door behind Inferno as he hovered around the ring, watching on as Dubbs slowly backed into the corner on his hands and arse, trying to plead to Inferno to take it easy.

Inferno Smiled.

Before hammering him with another right hand which nearly corn rolled Dubb's hair into shape, but the tables turned quickly, as Dubbs used the no DQ rule to his advantage, a quick kick to the nether-regions put Inferno in his place, as the crowd signalled their pain for the huge man. Inferno slid down to his knee as Inferno go to his feet, looking a lot happier as he smacked Inferno with a right hand to the face, which made him topple over to the mats.

Dubbs looked at his surroundings.

No ropes to bounce off of.

No turnbuckles to smash Inferno's face into.

To top rope for his to jump off of.

What the fuck was he gonna do now?

Dubbs pulled Inferno to his feet and pushed him face first into the cage, which shook with the impact of the big man smashing against it's walls. Dubbs grabbed a hold of Inferno's head and smashed him against the cage once again, as Inferno rebounded off of the metal and fell to the ground holding his face in pain.

Dubbs...stood and laughed it up, as he looked around the arena with a smile on his face, the fans' pure hatred being signalled by the amount of harsh noise he received. Dubbs pulled Inferno to his feet and hooked him up with a fisherman suplex, which was infact the first actual "wrestling" move of the night as he looked to put Inferno under some pressure with the pin.

 

1...

 

2...

 

Inferno kicked out.

 

Dubbs pushed himself to his feet as Inferno attempted to get to his, as the shot against the cage was still ringing a few bells in that huge head of his. Dubbs swung a right hand at Inferno, but as it seemed like Dubbs was beginning to get the upper hand, Inferno blocked the shot and swung back with his own right hand, which connected to Dubbs' jaw. Dante then charged a few steps before knocking Dubbs to the ground with a sharp clothesline which certainly caught the US Champ by surprise.

Dubbs quickly got to his feet but he was met by another huge clothesline by Inferno as he began to generate a rhythm of pain. Dubbs got to his feet and was quickly ushered into the cage corner as Dante began to lay into the US Champion with heavy right hands, but a sharp poke in the eye sorted Dante out, as he took a few steps back trying to find his bearings as Dubbs quickly kicked Inferno in the gut and then drove him to the mat with a double armed DDT.

Dubbs rolled on his back and sat up as he smiled at the referee, as Dante seemed to be out of it nearby. Dubbs however, didn't go for the pin, instead he opened the cage door and moved to the outside, as Dante rolled on his side and held his head in pain. Dubbs fended off the numerous abuse hurlers and fans as he moved underneath the ring, and pulled out an array of weapons.

Steel Chair.

Toolbox.

A Table.

A ball bat.

A Set of Ladders.

A Sledgehammer.

Once again the noise in the arena grew as Dubbs tossed the steel chair over the cage and into the ring, he also passed the ball bat through the mesh and then left the rest of the material on the outside, as he slid back into the ring. Dante was trying to make his way to his feet as rested himself against the cage wall, but an attempted right hand by the big man was blocked by Dubbs as he retaliated with a hard right hand, before tossing Inferno back into the cage face first as Dante rebounded off the cage and bounced back to the other side of the ring before falling to his knees and then to the ground.

Dubbs armed himself with the ball bat as he jabbed it into Inferno's kidneys, and then he quickly set it along Inferno jaw as he began to choke him out with it. After a few moments of scrambling around Dante's jaw, Dubbs released the bat and threw it out of the cage as he looked very happy sauntering around the ring. He kicked Inferno in the side as if to see if he was still moving.

"You alive nucka?"

...

"Yeah...you...motherfucker!"

Dante was as quick as a cat as he quickly turned and grabbed Dubbs' legs in some sort of a rugby tackle, Inferno was quickly on top of Dubbs and he began to hit him with right hands to the face. The crowd erupted as Inferno got to his feet and brought Dubbs with him. Inferno hammered Dubbs in the back which made him fall to his knees, his only support being his arms, which Inferno kicked away as Dubbs smashed him face against the mat.

Inferno pulled Dubbs to his feet, and then set his head right between Inferno's legs.

Powerbomb.

Inferno Style.

Inferno pulled A*Dubbs up, as Dubbs sat on Inferno's shoulders, Dante turned around 90 degrees, as he faced a firm metal wall of the cage, facing the ACWtron and the rampway. Inferno let rip with the powerbomb, as he thrust Dubbs onto the cage wall, only for the impossible to happen.

The cage fell apart.

"Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" rang the echoes as one wall of the cage collapsed onto the floor, resting on the fan barricade, with Dubbs lying on top. The bottom half of the cage wall was still attached to the ring, but the top half had become loose, and as Dubbs connected with the wall, it went down with him. It looked like a bombsite, as Dubbs lay on the top of the cage mesh, about 3 feet off the ground.

Inferno? He stood at the foot of the cage wall, surveying the area as the barricade seemed to be a secure enough barrier to keep the cage like this, but the problem with the spacing in the mesh, the toe end of a boot could easily be caught in the spacing, but as Dante took his first step, he seemed secure as he moved over to Dubbs and then stood over him. It was a sight that you could only see to believe as the crowd went nuts, as Dante Inferno, pulled Dubbs off the cage mesh and then threw him back into the ring.

The mayhem didn't stop their through, Inferno looked to the outside where a ladder and a table sat, and to be honest he couldn't resist. He moved to the door...and then left through the huge cap in the wall as he dropped down to the mat and pushed the table into the ring before he picked up the set of ladders and done the same.

Every move that Inferno made received a cheer by this point, and as he propped the table up, he placed it, on the collapsed cage wall, as it sunk through the mesh, it stopped as the tables legs got thicker, which made it secure in the wall. Dante then pulled the ladder up and set it up at the edge of the ring, his vision was clear at this point.

That was until Dubbs surprised him by being on his feet by the time Inferno had finished.

Dubbs connected with a sharp right hand before grabbing a hold of the ladder and pulling it in Dante's direction. A large "clang" sounded through the arena as the ladder connected with Dante's head as he dropped to the mat, with the ladder falling on top of him again. The fan reaction was a harsh boo as Dubbs tried to keep his footing as he moved around the ring. For the first time he had a chance to see what happened as he looked at the cage and shook his head in disgust.

Dubbs then went onto more pressing matters.

Al pulled the collapsed ladder off of Inferno and then set up at the edge of the ring, as it looked down at the table which had been set up earlier. Dubbs pulled Dante to his feet, as it became apparent that the ladder shot was far worse than most people thought, as Dante was busted wide open in the side of his head from the impact. Dubbs knocked Inferno in the face with two right hands before he pushed him into the table, smacking him with two forearms as he lay on the table motionless and bleeding.

Dubbs...started to climb the ladder, and as he got to the top, the fans rose with him, their cameras at the ready, as Dubbs got to the very top step, and then proceeded to climb to the very top of the 8 foot ladder.

Deep breath.

Corkscrew moonsault

"Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"

If it was possible, it looked even worse than the powerbomb.

Dubbs lay over Inferno in a heap, as the table literally exploded like a certain Jeff Hardy spot in the SmackDown TLC match. The referee checked both of the men, and then moved away as Dubbs rolled off of Inferno and onto the cage. The fans cheered and clapped as the duo began to make signs of life, as Dubbs rolled onto his stomach and then propped himself up to his hands and knees as he breathed deeply on the metal.

Inferno could have been a broken man by this point, as he moved over on his side, the wound on the side of his head dripped onto the floor as he held his rib cage, which has received a battering not only from the moonsault impact, but off of the metal also as the table collapsed. 

Dubbs was now on his feet...gingerly...but he was on his feet.

"I'm gonna finish you motherfucker" he screamed as he moved over to Dante and pulled his arm so that he faced the United States Champion, but Inferno had a surprise for him.

A large chunk of the table was scratched down Dubbs' thigh as Dubbs jumped into the ring on one leg as Inferno held the wood in his hand before throwing it into the crowd, giving someone "memento" of sorts. Inferno rose to his feet as Dubbs surveyed the damage on his leg, as he was bleeding more or less from the groin down to his knee, the depth varied.

"You've ripped me nucka! Look!"

Dubbs pointed to the wound as Inferno checked his leg and then laughed, the blood still coming from the wound on the side of his head, along with some scratches from the cage wall after the moonsault impact. As Inferno laughed, Dubbs fury rose to a boiling point as he charged at Inferno without even thinking.

Inferno had him...

He pushed him in the air...

Heaven/Hell!

The ring shook as Inferno brought Dubbs down with his patented finishing move, and as Inferno placed his arm over Dubbs...the fans got out of their seats, with their camera's in hand.

 

1...

 

2...

 

...

 

...

 

"Did...he just?"

The fans sighed loudly as Dubbs raised his arm as he kicked out.

Inferno rolled on his back as he looked up at the lights and scratched his head...as the blood seemed to be coagulating on his head. As Inferno pulled himself up, he watched as Dubbs was crawling to the outside in search of...something. Inferno pushed himself to his feet and by that time Dubbs was on the outside, using the barrier to pull himself to his feet as the fans patted him as he moved around the ring, maybe just looking for a breather?

Inferno dropped to the outside, clearly the more stable of the two as he followed Dubbs around the ring, as the US Champion watched his back and quicken the pace. Dubbs found himself in a bit of a predicament, as he had passed the sledgehammer which was on the floor, he found himself on the other side of the cage, as Inferno picked up the hammer on his way past, as Dubbs had no place to go.

Except up.

Dubbs began to climb the cage as he tried to get some sort of breather from Inferno...but that was not going to happen, as Inferno was making his own way up. The top of the ACW cage was around the same size as a WWE one, enough space at the top for someone to walk on, but not enough for two.

You get the point?

Dubbs was the first one to the top, and he immediately began to make his way to where Inferno was going to arrive, but a mixture between being 15 foot in the air, and being slightly dazed meant that he couldn't exactly get there quick enough. Inferno pulled himself onto the top of the cage and Dubbs was quickly on him, as the duo exchanged right hands with one another, the fans expecting someone to fall after every shot.

But...

...only the fans at the back of the exchange could see, because out of the camera's sight...was a sledgehammer, snuggly placed in the back of Inferno's jeans. 

Right hand by Dubbs.

..

Right hand by Inferno.

..

Right hand by Dubbs.

..

Right hand by Inferno.

..

It was now Inferno's chance, as Dubbs has stepped back after the last shot to the face. Inferno quickly pulled out the sledge, and without any hesitation, smashed it into the US Champion's stomach. Dubbs' eyeballs widened as the hammer connected, as he feel to his knees holding his stomach in pain, but that was not that last on it.

Dante dropped the sledgehammer on the outside below, before taking Dubbs head, and placing it on his shoulder.

...

Yep.

...

A Heaven/Hell off of the top of the cage.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

In a sheer piece of magic, Inferno took Dubbs to Heaven and then straight down to Hell, and as they collided with the canvas, the unimaginable happened...

...the other 3 walls of the cage, collapsed onto the fan barrier's on their adjacent sides.

"Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"

The referee was literally the only thing left standing in the ring, as Inferno, Dubbs and now the ACW cage were all lying on the floor, as Indianapolis went absolutely crazy. 

It was a bombsight...and the ACW fans loved every second of it.

Suddenly...the arena became silent.

Inferno was moving.

An...Arm...Over...Dubbs...And...The...Referee...Began...To...Count...

 

1...

 

2...

 

3!

 

The war was over.

Inferno didn't even move as the bell rang and so did the ears of every fan in the arena as they cranked up the decibels. The referee slid out of the ring and crawled under the cage wall as he picked up the ACW United States Title, as he then presented it to Inferno, who probably didn't even know what was going on.

The referee put the title in Inferno's hand, and he suddenly perked up.

"Dante...you're the US Champion" the referee said as he lifted Inferno's hand in the air as the crowd screamed at the top of their lungs. Inferno stared into the gold as he seen his bloody reflection in the large Eagle on the belt's engraving, as a small smirk appeared on his face.

"Yes...yes I am."

Winner AND NEW ACW UNITED STATES CHAMPION: Dante Inferno 

Por-no-more



El Emenopi ran around the corner, flailing his arms wildly over his head, and stopped right in front of a door. He looked up, and saw the star on it. 

Jade Greene. 

This was it. 

He was going to keep his promise to the man that had “gotten” him into the federation. It was time to tell Jade the truth. He knocked on the door, and it opened slowly. Jade sat there, frustrated with her tainted victory. As it seemed… nothing was going right for either of them. But at least Jade had some sort of thing to look forward to, right?

El walked in…

“Senorita Greene?” He grinned, bowing to her politely. “I have proof that your Senor Kain didn’t cheat on you.”

Jade looked at him. Her face turned red as she stood up. 

“Bullshit. Get the fuck out of my room. I don’t want to have anything more to do with Jason Kain. No more to do with Hillary Small. No more to do with little insignificant little shits like you. NO MORE. GET… THE… FUCK… OUT!”

“Gladly, senorita. But just take a look at this tape… Remember that nudie film I sneak-peeked through the air-vent of you and Isis?”

Her face got even more red as she remembered the almost embarrassment.

“Well, I apologize with deep, como se dice? Ah… Sincerity.” El looked sorry for his bad idea. “I just want you to know that originally I wanted to be a porn director. Wrestling wasn’t working for me, so I figured catch the likes of your beauty, or Isis’s sluttiness… nude, or something more… might get me money. It didn’t work. Kain wouldn’t put out.”

“WHAT!?!?” With that she grabbed her chair and lifted it over her head, ready to hurl it at El.

“Hit me all you want, senorita… I deserve it. But just watch the tape.”

He ran out the door, leaving the tape on her counter. She picked it up and looked at it. Then turned to her monitor, putting the tape inside. What she saw made her cry. 

Not because she was right… but because she was wrong. 

She was dead wrong.

The entrance lights and various strobes that shined brightly, started to slowly fade… it’s power source was being sucked dry by the enormous ACWtron that came on simultaneously. Osyrus’ and Kain’s head shots were shown as the audience erupted. They knew that the long awaited battle between the rival superstars; would end here tonight in a must win situation. 

No tie breakers. 

No return bout, the following week on Courage. 

No excuses for the loser to make. 

This was the end of the road. 

The on-screen images disappeared; the video package roared over the P.A system. 

”Will not be shaken

And jump into this and…” 

Osyrus sat alone stretching in his locker room 

“Be persuasive just carry on.

Make my mind up to go through this or…” 


Jade and Kain are seen arguing in the hallway, Kain walked away. 

”Be firm and sit in silence.” 

Isis is sitting in a leather couch, both hands covering her face. 

"Cause I want to fight!

I want to fight…

I want to prove I’m right!” 

Kain walked down the hallway, punching right fist into his left hand. 

“I want to fight!

I want to fight!

So turn and forfeit…"


Osyrus opened his locker room door and shut it closed behind him. 

“Forfeit…” 

“Forfeit…” 

“Forfeit…” 

”Forfeit!”


“Learn from this prehistoric dance and…

Refrain from talking solves our problems.” 

Osyrus signals Isis to stop and for her to follow him. 

“Medicated could do some good or… 

Find a way to relate, OR JUST SHUT UP!” 

Kain finishes wrapping tape around his fist, then pushes medic out of the way. 

”Cause I want to fight!” 

“I want to fight… 

I want to prove I’m right!” 

Isis pats Osyrus on the back of his shoulders, to hype him up. 

“I want to fight!” 

”I want to fight… 

So turn and forfeit!” 

Kain took off running down the hallway at full speed. 

“Forfeit…” 

Osyrus stood outside the curtain, jogging in place as he looked to the ceiling. 

“Forfeit…” 

Kain yanked the curtain out of his way, as he continued onward. 

”FORRRRRFEITTTTTTTT!!!” 

- “Forfeit” by Chevelle 

"I Quit"
Jason Kain Vs. Osyrus

    

The royal trumpet, fanfare began.. before it was interrupted by 
blazing gunfire as a rap beat started up slowly afterwards.

Many men.
Wish death upon me.
Blood in my eye dog, and I can’t see.
I’m trying to be what I’m destined to be…
Niggas trying to take my life away.

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

Many men.
Many
Many
Many
Many
Many men…

Wish death upon me.
Dog, I don’t cry no more…
Don’t look to the sky no more.

Have mercy on me.


”Many Men” by 50 Cent

Whether the fans liked it or not; their favorite duo was on their way to the ring. Isis separated the curtain with her right hand at that same moment; in her skin tight, leather outfit. She took a couple of steps forward, toward the ring… before ‘The Queen of Wrestling’ stopped in the aisle way as Osyrus was not too far behind. Bobbing his head to the music as he was always known to do, while his face was covered by his trademark black hoodie. And his imminent arrival was not a good sign for someone. 

Either it be the fans; the refs, ACW officials or members of the ACW roster… But tonight that person could be one, Jason Kain. The self proclaimed ‘A legend in the Making’ hopped onto the apron; he stepped into the ring as he rose both arms into the air. While Isis walked up the ringside steps... and received a decent pop when she bent over, exposing her leather thong after stepping through the ropes. Osy motioned for the microphone when 50 Cent died down in the background, before being replaced by Kain’s entrance theme. Which happened to be…

”Quick Death” by The Transplants.

No time for the fans to react as Kain shot through curtain and sprinted full speed to the ring with tremendous intensity. Osy and Isis ducked out the ring as Kain seemed to own the squared circle, while the ref held him back when “Quick Death” faded. Osyrus wasted no time getting on the microphone; calling for Kain’s attention as he made his way up the steps.

”So you decided to show up, huh Kain. Can’t say that I am impressed…but it’s your funeral Jason.” Osy stepped through the ropes, as he paced near the ropes. “ Tonight the persona known as Jason Kain, ‘The Epitome of Innovation’ and whatever bullshit names you call yourself for hype… it really doesn’t matter. Because tonight I will kill the man called Jason Kain. Then no one will care about you because you will be known as a quitter. The fans will shun you like they always have, deep down. The ACW officials will look at you as a disgrace and Jade…” 

He paused to look right into Kain’s fuming face, before he looked away to smirk. 

“She’ll look for another lover that could defend her honor. Not a wuss like you. Hell, I’ll take Jade in. Maybe she can fulfill some of the sexual fantasies for the boys in the back as I prostitute her ass! ” 

Kain had heard enough; he slammed his forearm in the back Osyrus’ skull, turning him around as Kain smacked Osyrus with stiff jabs to the face.. that rocked the former champion’s world. Kain grabbed Osy by the wrist with his left hand, shooting him across the ring; he tried to quickly follow him in… but Isis stopped Kain’s momentum by hooking his ankle from the outside. Kain turned around quickly; kicking his right foot toward Isis’ face to back her up… quickly he refocused his attention on Osyrus, but it was too late as he was taken down by a running, hooking clothesline.

Kain rolled back to his feet; absorbing the pain, but Osyrus was ready. 

“You think I am going to do one move at a time on you boy? No, no. no… you get to see me at my best my friend,” Osy swung his right leg forward; a Maui Thai influenced kick with incredible velocity connected in the center of Kain’s chest. Again, Kain did not stay down for long… he rolled to his left, but received another swift and stiff kick to the temple from Osyrus. The bulky 230 plus pounded superstar rolled to the outside as Osy followed; sliding under the bottom rope where he was reintroduced to some old friends. Kain’s left and right sledge hammer like blows knocked Osyrus to the arena floor. 

JK picked his opponent up by the throat, before he whipped Osyrus hard in the metal ring steps that lead inside the ring… and when the ACW bad ass hit something; he made a tremendous impact-full noise, slamming his shoulder into the steel. Osyrus held his left shoulder while Kain stomped away on him. The ref yelled from the ring; to bring the action back inside; but 
Kain ignored him, lifting Osyrus back up.. before he slammed him back into the steel. Isis could been seen lurking over JK’s shoulder on the ACWtron, but she backed further away when Kain scarred her off, to the delight of the fans.

JK returned back to Osy; who had made it back to his feet, favoring his shoulder a bit as he rotated it in small circles. Kain charged and felt Osyrus’ right boot in his mid section, followed by a short clothesline with his perfectly fine right arm… He flexed that arm to show that he was still, very much in the game. Osy rolled JK back into the ring, grabbing him by the hair and tights.. He quickly ran to the end of the ring as Osyrus ducked in undetected. Kain got to his feet; he looked over his shoulder to see no one there… but felt his presence as the wrestler/ fighter torn through his quadriceps muscle with the nastiest, side chop block that could cripple. 

JK fell to his right knee; not putting a lot of weight on the other leg, which was under a lot of stress as Osyrus brought Kain to the canvas with a single leg take down. Osy held JK’s leg tightly with a standing leg grapevine.. twisting and contorting the knee as he stood at a vertical base, before flipping Kain off as he leapt into the air and dropped a thunderous 
elbow into Kain’s quad.

”OW,” JK screamed out while Osyrus wrapped his leg up with a modified leg lock; slamming his right forearm into the left as Kain tried to fight off the pain the only way he knew how… Beating the back of Osy’s head to a plump, until he let go. Osyrus looked over his right shoulder; he measured an elbow that blasted Kain in the nose. He then got up quickly, an elbow drop was about to manifest itself on Kain again… but the brash superstar was tired of the technical wrestling clinic. He struck Osy in the thumb to release the grasp that was on the base of his foot; as Osyrus backed up a few steps before he advanced again.. but got mule kicked in his chest with both of Kain’s heels, which lead to a monkey flip into the ropes, that were not too far behind JK.

It took a couple minutes; say about two minutes tops when both men reached their feet and traded blows in the center of the 
ring. Osyrus started to get the upper hand; blocking then returning fire with unblocked, opened hand palm strikes as he switched up his attack.. but Kain showed he learned a thing or two from Osy; kicking him the groin, then grabbing Osyrus’ arm on his way down that set an falling arm bar up nicely. Too bad it was the right arm instead of the left, but the damage was still done. Kain stomped on the left arm; as Osyrus tried to tuck it under his arm to avoid sustaining further harm, but shots to the shoulder were effective enough. 

JK lifted Osy to his feet; driving two knees into the bread basket, before he hooked in the front face lock… bringing Osyrus over with a suplex of the snap variety. After catching his breath, Kain again snapped Osy over with another snap suplex… floating over as he pummeled Osyrus with forearm shivers into the forehead. ‘The Beast’ tried to get back to his feet, showing his never say die attitude, but Kain was there with another reason for him to stay back down.. punching him in the bridge of the nose. JK stopped the assault for a mere second; he slide to the outside, where he grabbed a microphone and a steel folding chair as he reentered the ring.

”What do you say Osyrus, give up yet bitch?” Kain kicked Osyrus as he brought the mic right in front of his face.. but the mean spirited fighter said nothing. His sign language did the talking. “Fine, want to play it that way…” Kain lifted his leg up for another stomp; but this time was blocked successfully by Osyrus. He preceded to return the favor to Kain with a low blow; catching Kain in the groin and inner thigh region, then hopped to his feet to take JK down with a modified Lou Thez press. The anti- ACW superstar wielded away with all his might, before he jumped to his feet ala Stone Cold.. bounced off of the ropes; and dropped the elbow onto Kain’s knee cap.

”You’re asking me if I want to play it that way? Do you know who you’re talking to you fucking twat,” Osyrus made sure the heel of his boot connected with Kain’s temple several times, so the verbal thrashing would be as pain full as the physical. “… I don’t give a fuck about you, ACW or this match… All I care about now is seriously hurting you. “Osy scooped up the steel chair off of the wrestling mat, he drove the point of it into JK’s knee cap.. as it crunched upon impact.

”YOU SONOFABITCH!” Kain screamed in anguish, before his cries were muffled under the chair shots that rained over his skull. Osy turned Kain onto his back; where he placed the steel chair against the back of JK’s knee joint, pressing down with the steel chair… but held it there in place with his own knee; before Osy’s real, evil intentions were realized. As he pulled up on the left leg that he held during the chair positioning.

“HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!”

The fans in Indy; their chants echoed loudly as Osyrus smirked his approval, before flipping them too off. He released the chair; throwing it to the canvas.. before he leapt into the air with the point of his elbow aimed at the twitching, pulsating thigh muscle. “Had enough Jae, that’s what they call you right in real life right? Since your wrestling career will be over,” Osyrus pulled Kain up, as he hobbled on his right leg. He bounced in place; shaking his head no. Which still meant that Kain had some fight still left in him. Osy dropped to his knee; swinging his momentum inward, as he took JK back to the canvas with a Dragon screw leg whip. The mechanics of it all didn’t look like a leg was supposed to bend… the way it did, when the fans saw the replay in slow motion on the ACWtron. Even Osy had to admire his work, shaking his head like he did a good job.

”Do you want to quit Kain? Cause I can go all night. Crippling one more wrestler to prove I am the fucking best wrestler alive.. makes no never mind to me.” Osy sought for another Dragon screw… and found it as he dug his elbow into Kain’s thigh, right before taking him down. Isis, who had watched the match from the beginning; had to even turn her head a few times as Osyrus picked up the intensity every time Kain denied quitting. Kicking him in the leg; mixing up his strikes with various parts of his body… before the crowd noticed that the Dragon screw might be only moments away as both wrestlers stood. 

“I told you this was going to be your funeral, did you think I was bull shit—“ JK cut Osyrus’ yapping off with an enzuguri to the back of his head. The impact amazed the live audience, how resilient Kain really was. Osy held the back of his head; he tried to pull himself up as Isis rallied him on. JK, with the use of the ropes, pulled himself onto one leg… then set his sights on the steel chair. Pointing to it, to let the fans know that he was going win no matter what the costs. Osyrus was back on his feet; back to Kain when the fans’ emotion in the match started to grow…

”Turn around Omar, turn around!” Isis shrieked, while Osy tried to gather his wits.. but it was too late as he was dropped with a shotgun like blast, chair shot. He held his forehead, a little bit of blood trickled from down his cheek when Kain stood over him… “Do you remember crucifying Jade; pay back’s a bitch motherfucker!” JK slammed the chair into everyone of Osy’s limbs… and twice into his next before back stepping away. His once dominating adversary coughed violently, holding his throat as he rolled to the outside; but was stopped mid way. “It ain’t over yet Mr. Christensen,” Kain stilled grasped onto the chair like a five year old and their favorite toy. Using it as a crutch and a weapon simultaneously… his favorite weapon for time being; collided again with Osyrus’ skull, this time blood gushed from his face and down over his mouth, swallowing some of it.

“Do you give up?” Kain rose the chair over Osyrus’ body; he tilted his head upward as Osy coughed up blood, he spat it on the canvas… “Fuck you bitch, is that all you got?” Kain backed up as he hobbled on one leg into the ropes, before he placed the chair in front of Osyrus’ face and field goal kicked it into his face. The crowd roared as Osyrus laid motionless in the center of the ring, Kain threw the chair out of the ring.. wishing that maybe this should have been a last man standing. JK lifted Osyrus’ left arm up; he slapped it underneath his arm pit and fell back for a nice arm bar submission… trying to straighten the arm, but Kain was unable as Osyrus fought against the tension. He felt out the arm lock, trying to find an escape as Osyrus slow got back to his feet, still being held by JK. Osyrus ducked under the arm lock to his left side; now facing face to face… before Osy landed stiff, clinched fists punches to Kain’s stomach and groin.

With every punch; JK’s grip was loosing. The more Osyrus’ punches backed Kain closer to the ropes; the former ACW champion could feel his arm about to slip free… and when Kain’s grip ever so slightly moved a couple of inches apart, Osyrus pulled his hand away; then dropped Kain to the canvas with a high drop toe hold… followed by an ankle lock on the left leg. ‘The Personification of Talent’ ripped away on Kain’s ankle. Both men screamed out… One due to pain and the other one due to intensity that flowed through his veins. 

“Tap out motherfucker! 

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! SAY IT! SAY IT SAY IT!” Osyrus bellowed with a crazy, insanity filled tone, but Kain said nothing as he scratched and clawed his way toward the ring ropes. The closer he got, the more the fans cheered him on; Isis could be heard screaming in the background while blood still flowed down Osyrus’ face… he became dizzy due to lost of the blood, not realizing that Kain grabbed the rope to a massive eruption.

”1…2…3….4,” The ref started to issue the count, but Osy released in time. 

The official started to back Osyrus away; reprimanding him with the rules of the match. But Osyrus pushed him out of the way to clothesline Kain, up and over the top rope. “That’s what I think of your rules right there little stupid fucker,” Osy grabbed the ref by the collar and started to shake him furiously. On the outside; Kain had landed on his feet; he too started to lose his composure.. kicking the steel steps with his injured leg as if now, he felt no pain. The disrespect; mental and physical torture he had taken… finally built up to a boiling point and he wasn’t going to take it anymore. JK slide back in the ring, where he waited for the moment to take Osyrus down with White Lighting… his close impact spear. Leaning close to the canvas… about to burst with tremendous speed and break Osyrus in half. “I should ring your little neck for interfering you stupid, little nothing…” He finally turned around when JK took off like a rocket; he leaped into the air as Osyrus avoided the contact at the last second, throwing the ref in harm’s way.

”OH!” The ref was speared to the outside of the ring, falling to the ground with a thump. But Kain was up in no time; turning back around, where he got back in position, and made sure he knocked Osyrus’ block off.. which he did this time in the center of the ring. Osy was down and JK stood over him, when Isis off all people hit the ring. She slide under the bottom ring rope and darted inside, receiving a spear for the trouble she had caused Jade and Kain… not as powerful as the one the ref and Osyrus got.. but just enough sting so Isis would know to, “Get the fuck of the ring, you bitch,” Kain yelled as he spat on Isis then Osyrus, while the fans cheered seeing Isis’ legs in the air and getting her just desserts finally.

“Do you want me to finish it? You wanna see Osyrus quit?” The fans responded with a big ‘Yes’ in unison as Kain slide his right thumb over his throat… picking Osyrus’ upper torso from the canvas as he slipped his legs behind him and locked in the Electric Slide. Slowly; Kain rocked back and fourth, so the effects of the hold would sneak in… as Osyrus fell in and out of conciseness, due to the blood that continued to roll down his body. With both superstars on the canvas, Osyrus was started to fade faster and faster; JK smirked as he knew the end was near… but that was until jealously reared it’s ugly head again in the form of Isis. She slide in the ring; dented, steel in hand as she brought it over the top of Kain’s head twice, before she fell back onto the canvas. Kain released the hold, pushing Osyrus to the side when he stood over Isis.

”I am getting sick of you two. Especially you. Why won’t you stay out of my business?” Isis said nothing in reply after JK’s questioning. He grabbed Isis by the hair as Osyrus started to stir; drifting back to his feet. “Let me go,” Isis cried when Kain was about to punch her in the face… but got a low blow for taking his eye off of the ball. Osyrus staggered to a vertical base; Kain was getting back up, holding himself when Osyrus pummeled his face with downward, clubbing blow to the bridge of the nose… that busted Kain wide open. Then Osy wasted no time grabbing Kain by both of his legs; separating them outward… stepping through with his right leg, then the left as he turned Kain over. The Industry’s Best was locked in the center of the ring and Kain had nowhere to go. Osyrus continued to pull further back on JK’s lower body; legs extended back past JK’s spine… the nasty heel snarled out loud for Kain to tap out again; the ref still down.

Kain laid still, almost passing out. The crowd egged on roaring for Kain to reverse the hold, but Osyrus’s strength was proving too much for the smaller Kain. Kain cried out… but the hold was held tight. The ref still laid out, Isis climbed into the ring and started to taunt him, wiggling her body in front of him stating that he’s missing out. He just glared at her, the look of pain on his face suddenly erased. The crowd started roaring and clapping for Kain to break the hold now. Kain started pushing against it… even though the whole two minutes in the hold should have put him out cold. Osyrus’ face turned to frustration as Kain pushed up again.

The pop from the crowd was the proof that Kain had come back. Kain twisted on his shoulders, pulling one of his legs out from Osyrus’ grip, sending him slamming into Isis’ retreating body. She rolled out of the ring, and onto the mats outside. Osyrus looked furious, but instead of attacking immediately, he jumped out of the ring himself… walking straight up the ramp. The crowd started booing the man, thinking he was just walking out of the match… but this wasn’t what was happening. He turned around, and stuck up both his middle fingers, egging Kain to follow him. “Bring it on, Kain… You want to play some more? Then bring it on!”

Kain jumped out of the ring, as Osyrus started to climb up the set pieces toward the catwalks above. The crowd oohed in astonishment. Kain didn’t stop to even think about it, and followed pursuit. Osyrus climbed as quickly as he could, pushing himself to the catwalk and turning toward Kain who was still on the entryway set piece. Osyrus looked around and grabbed a pipe off of one of the hand railings, and stepped backward. His eyes flashed with hatred and destructive demeanor. A hand grabbed onto the catwalk… then a second and Kain pulled himself up, glaring angrily.

Osyrus tapped the pip to his hand and laughed at Kain’s persistence, watching and waiting or the right moment.

The moment never came.

Osyrus swing with all of his might, but Kain ducked under the swing, catching Osyrus’ arm and locking him into a full nelson. The crowd roared wildly, chanting Kain’s name. Kain pulled back causing Osyrus to lose his leverage before driving forward slamming him face first into the catwalk grating with the Electric Slide. Unfortunately the force from the attack sent the catwalk off of it’s hinges…

30 feet above the ring.

Both men swinging freely on the broken catwalk… Both men not knowing what to do. Osyrus with blood in his eyes, Kain with insanity in his. Finally the last hinge broke…

CRASH!!!

The crowd went silent. Both men had fallen 30 feet from the catwalks to the ring, both men were on the ground… and the ref couldn’t call a double count out. Both men just laid there, reeling in pain and moaning.

It seemed like forever.

Finally forever ended. Kain rolled to his knees and spat up blood, glaring at Osyrus with the same hatred as before, but this time a fairly tired looking hatred. He pushed himself into a crawl, moving over to Osyrus’s beaten and smashed body. Kain spit on him, mumbling something, then grabbed the microphone that laid on the other side of the ring. He sat on Osyrus’s chest and slapped him to consciousness.

“WAKE UP, ASSHOLE!” Kain looked at him. “I want you and the whole world to hear this…”

He took the mic away from his own mouth and started to point it at Osyrus, then looked out to the crowd who looked on in horror… then at Isis who looked terrified that Osyrus might even be dead. He looked back at Osyrus and pulled the mic to his own mouth again. And Kain said it…

“I QUIT!!!”

The crowd stood, shocked.

Winner: Osyrus

I QUIT!!!



Kain looked down at Osyrus. The crowd booing wildly at Kain’s response to the match. Osyrus had just won. An unjust victory, one that will forever be tainted… but Kain didn’t care. 

This wasn’t for the fans. 

This was for his own benefit. 

Still holding the microphone he glared at Osyrus.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND ALL OF THIS SHIT!!!” Kain looked around wildly. “I don’t understand why it all came crashing down. WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO YOU!?!? NOTHING! I did nothing! NOTHING! And you come around ruining my life for what!? A VICTORY!? YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! You and your BITCH had better find a new hobby if this is all it gets you. 

Have your fucking victory, Osyrus. Have your little tick on the W column. But remember, it will always be counted that I quit under my own accord. YOU!? You’re a piece of shit. Lower than dirt. You don’t have what it takes to beat a wild animal. You don’t have what it takes. FUCK your two championships. You don’t deserve them. You don’t deserve shit!”

He stopped and looked at his hands, covered in blood and sweat.

“Seven years.” He looked to the ceiling. “Seven lousy fucking years. And what do I get? NOTHING! I tried my ass off, I worked like mad to make my life mean something. And finally I get it to mean something… and YOU ruin it. JADE WAS MY LIFE! JADE WAS MY FUEL! JADE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME! AND YOU TOOK IT AWAY, OSYRUS! YOU TOOK IT ALL AWAY!!! I’m glad you can’t speak right now, Osy… because if you said one single solitary word right now, I’d KILL you. No more. This is bullshit. I FUCKING QUIT! Not just this match… EVERYTHING! IT’S OVER! 

SilverHAWK… if you can hear me back there… RIP UP MY FUCKING CONTRACT! I’m out of this hell hole! I gave you the past 10 months of my life, risking life and limb for you and your shitty ass company… and all I got was the one thing that meant something to me getting ripped away. FUCK YOU SILVERHAWK! FUCK YOU OSYRUS! FUCK YOU ACW!”

Suddenly “One Step Closer” blasted over the PA. The crowd started cheering the entrance of Jade. But she didn’t get farther than the entryway. She looked down at the ring. Her face was red with embarrassment and sadness as she looked down the ramp straight into Kain’s eyes. He fell to the ground… He didn’t know what else to say. And as Jade dropped her mic and ran out of the arena crying, he knew she didn’t know what to say either. 

Finally Jason Kain stood up. He looked at Osyrus’s blank expression, then climbed over the ropes. 

He jumped the guardrail and tore through the crowd like a bull, going to the closest exit. 

The crowd...was left in a horrified murmur.

Just One More Week



SilverHAWK stood in front of Kain’s motorcycle. 

He stood face to face with the man who had just quit ACW. HAWK shook his head, then looked at Kain again. Kain’s angered expression said it all. 

Fuck you, SilverHAWK, get out of my way. But HAWK didn’t budge.

“I don’t accept your resignation, Kain.” 

He looked away from him and toward the entrance of the arena. 

“You can leave the arena. You can go home and rethink your situation. But I have something to talk to you about. Get your ass here next week. You might want to see something.

Kain looked at him. 

Beads of sweat, blood, and tears poured down his face. 

He grimaced. 

The pain was more mental than physical, and he wasn’t mentally capable of understanding HAWK’s plea.

“Next week, Kain. Next week… and then if you don’t like what you see… then you can leave.” HAWK looked back at Kain. 

“Just one more week. It’s all I ask.”

SilverHAWK walked away from the motorcycle and back into the arena. Kain pulled his helmet on and jumped on the bike.