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

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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

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.