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PREVIOUSLY... End Game brought many things upon ACW's growing reputation as a new federation, but inside of ACW, End Game only brought more torture for it's staff, and it's roster, as Osyrus once again stepped to the top of the mountain for the second time in his young career. With Ethan Winters' growing demands on his roster, and the other co-owners beginning to take a stand, the future for ACW is uncertain, but soon, we will know who really will come out on top...
Hard
Times
It was a
dull and dreary night as
ACW hit the Capital, as
a calm night wind
scattered newspaper
pieces and litter and
made then dance partners
in the air. The crowd
was already in the
arena, an almost full
house for ACW, which 2
months ago would have
been unthinkable as ACW
had hit a lean spot
leaving them in the red
for the first few months
of their television christening. As the
car park was invaded
with high end sports
cars and people carriers,
a limo soon pulled up to
the backstage entrance,
whose occupants were the
two minor co-owners of
ACW. As they entered the
arena's double doors, they were greeted
with a few smiling faces
and a couple of nods in
their general direction,
as they brushed through
the busy main hall way
of the arena, were many
things were still going
on backstage preparing
for various spots in the
show. As they
bustled themselves into
their make-shift office,
they were greeted with a
stack of paper work,
which Dunn quickly
shifted through until he
found the piece of paper
he was looking for. "AH-HA,
found it!" As Dunn
skimmed the piece of
paper, his eyes widened
as Boyd was anxious to
see what all the fuss
was about. "We've
got it all set up Boyd,
he'll be able to speak
to us through the big
screen...but it'll
mean that me and you
will have to go out
there and introduce him,
that alright?" "Sure.
What about the 'negotiations'?" "Well
we have A*Dubbs debuting
tonight...and a few
others that will appear
soon enough. It seems
that Winters is trying
to bring his own guys in
also...without even
telling us. I've heard
that he is speaking to a
few big guns to bring
in, and raise the ACW
stock even more, even
though their salaries
will take our
expenditure through the
roof..." "It's
not looking good Dunny,
Winters is going totally
behind our backs with
most of his
dealings...what are we
gonna do?" "We
are just going to have
to do the same...c'mon,
let's get ready to
present him to the
people." They
were not going to go
down lightly...
Happy
New Year...NOT
"What a night this will be ladies and gentlemen..." Great Start. As Courage opened it's doors for the first time in
2 0 0 3 the fans were greeted with the sight of the majority
owner, Mr. Ethan Winters, who stood in the ring with his normal attire
on, fully equipped with shades and all. "I was just saying there to someone at the back,
just how good it is to be back in front of so many friendly faces here
in the Nations Capital...so nice it makes you want to vomit. However, I'm not here to waste my time insulting the
gross masses' of ACW fans, I'm here, to talk both business, and
pleasure. A little over three weeks ago, a NEW ACW Champion was
crowned, for only the third time in ACW's history, but that man, broke
yet another record. He was the first man to ever win the title, and now
he is the first person EVER to hold the title on two occasions, that
man, is the Mighty O, Osyrus." As boo's filled in the arena, Winters carried on... "But
as Osyrus won the match,
it also was another momentous
moment, as the mighty
SilverHAWK had finally
fallen, FOREVER. You
see, whatever the
reports may say on the
little ACW website,
there will be no HAWK on
this show, and for that
matter, ever again,
because HAWK's career is
over people, finish,
finis, finito, done or
as I like to say,
fucked. I've been told
by his very own doctors,
that he has been told to
hang up his boots, or
risk never being able to
move his arm fully, ever
again...great stuff huh? There is
one sad point to this
however, there will be
no more Osyrus/HAWK
match-ups, and hey, I
gotta say it first,
those matches were money
spinners for me, but
with ACW now going in an
upwards direction, EVERY
match will be a money
spinner for yours truly
as ACW begins 2003,
clearly with the ball in
our hands, as we make a
dash to the goal-line. The
Holiday period has been
an eventful one as far
as
"promotions"
have went. You see, when
I took over ACW, we are
told that it would never
last, it would never
work and that nobody
would give a damn about
us if it ever did, but
now the federations are
falling, and as the new
ones open, they are the
ones, who are treading
on the thin ice with
ours being a few feet
deep. it's
just so satisfying to
place ACW down people's
throats occasionally,
and I will do it over
and over and over again
until people realise
that I am the best damn
thing to happen to Professional
Wrestling since Vince
Mahon Sr. OK, I know what all of you
have been asking yourselves
lately, 'Just what has
Mr. Winters been up to
over these last three
weeks?' well, tonight I
will tell, and show you
just what I've been up
to...and you will not
believe it. With the
departure of one, maybe
two superstars in ACW
the quality is declining
in the ACW roster, at
this moment in time...of
that there is no
question. People like Max Douglas,
Scott Perry, Fate lingOd
and Brandon Blade are
walking a tight rope at
the moment in ACW to
name a few, and there
are others. To drive ACW
to the top, I need top
performers, and tonight
you will see a few of my
new assignee's, in
action, and in person,
and trust me, they are
exciting. I
expect the best
performances and the
best matches, and these
men are not performing
to their capabilities...and
if they don't soon
enough, they will be
finding a new job. I'm sure
I'll see you again
tonight." With
that, Winters left. The fans
were gob smacked, was he
going to fire a quarter
of the roster?
Introducing
Dane Rivers
So much has been promised to happen on the show, and one of them was introduction of new signings. A slew of potential superstars had joined the ACW, but no one was more physically imposing than Dane Rivers. ACW, his new home. A place where he knew he'd perform to the best of his ability.
Make
Way
As the scene begins, the camera slowly moves through a nicely lit room, with peach colored walls, and a white carpet on the floor. A table slowly appears on the screen, and at the other end is Jay Smash, sitting down on a couch as he stares down at his injured leg, pulled straight out on the table.
He does not seem to look very upset at the fact that his leg is still injured, but he still stares without saying a word. Finally, after many Jay Smash fans in the arena quiet down, Jay Smash begins to speak.
That's right, the great United States champion, Geo Vacton. But it's ok, yeah, that's just fine, because for some reason I just can't stay angry with that guy. I mean, look at him, he looks so happy holding that US title, that it almost makes you think that he won it all on his own. But he didn't, and here is the very reason you are watching me right now.
That I did not like.
You ruined my chance in winning big time, and I have made a decision during the week that there is only one person to that I really want to keep my eyes on, and make sure I pay back the same amount of respect he gave me.
Brandon Blade, I plan on entering that ring and wrestling with a bad leg or not, next week, and if it is against you, I would be more than happy to lay the
Smashdown on your ass.
And when I see you in the ring again, I hope you still have the US title, because I'll show you that when you are against Jay Smash, when he is at the top of his game without getting beaten down with a chair from an interference, that you can't beat me. I'm not ready to lose again, so I leave this as a warning to both Geo Vacton and Brandon Blade, you hold onto everything you can, because Jay Smash is gonna make sure he pulls everything out of you."
Introducing
Quinton May
With the first show since the highly successful End Game pay-per-view, all the superstars on the roster were gearing up for this show. ACW had been under the spotlight as of late, and everybody wanted to prove why they were a part of the fastest rising promotion in the land.
As ACW came back from a short commercial break the music of Russa began to play, 'Fine Again' by Seether, but with the music, came no Russa. As the fans outside wondered just what was going on, there was madness in the technical box just behind the big screen. "Where the fuck is Russa?" one of the main technicians shouted as a huge amount of activity went on behind him, as men scattered around the arena, looking for Russa. "Jesus Christ the first match back and we have no Russa...." "Erm sir?" another man attentively said... "What is it John?" "We can't find Douglas either sir, someone said that they seen him leave about 5 minutes ago, and as they went to stop him, well he kind of barged them all out of the way, saying he didn't wanna compete..." "Fuck me...." With that, Dunn and Boyd arrived to the scene, they were in just a state, if not greater than their staff..." "Let's cancel the match guys...what can you go to?" Dunn stated, as his staff then began to work their fastest to get something else going..." "OK. Winters segment...in 5...4...3...2...1!" With that, we were greeted with the sweet face of one Ethan Winters...
#1
Pick
It
seemed with every
passing week, Ethan Winters
was turning into The
Game himself, as he
requested the TV
camera's to be brought
to his office. He
looked up at the camera with
triumph as if traveled
into his office, he had this...proud look because right now on Courage, he had an
announcement to make. An acrobat, this man truly defies the meaning of gravity." Some of those names being, 21
Wrestling, the Asylum, PCW, they all wanted to get this hot
rookie, but he didn't go to any of these industries, he came straight to the place where he knew he would make it big. ACW. In
unison, the crowd
thought the exact same
thing... "Who
the fuck is that?",
but something told them that after tonight, they definitely would get a peak.
Taking
The Back Door
The
man stepped out of the
taxi, and pulled his
army issue green sack
from the car. He
reached in his pocket
and pulled out some
cash, and fumbled with
it before handing the
proper amount to the
driver. He shut the
door and tapped the
roof twice.
The car pulled
away as the new face
turned to the arena. The
black hooded Nike
sweatshirt covered his
eyes, but his mouth
could be seen.
The scar that
draped across the
right side of his face
could bee seen, and
his cold expression
gave onlookers an
uneasy feeling.
He
approached the arena
with a slow,
determined walk.
His bag tossed
over his shoulder, he
opened the door to the
building.
He stepped
through and was met by
two security
officials.
“Excuse
me, sir.”
The guard said
putting his hand forth
and pressing strongly
against the man’s
chest.
“Wrestlers
only.
The tickets are
being sold out front.
No freebies for
you, bud.”
He glared at
the first guard, but
kept silent.
He then looked
at the other, who was
fixated on his scar.
“Hah,”
the second guard
belted out. “Nice
make up.”
The man
continued to glare at
the other two with
dissatisfaction.
“What, you
thought we’d give
you sympathy
admission?” The
second guard nudged
the first as they both
began to laugh.
He stared some
more, then let out a
deep breath. The
man swiftly brought a straightened
hand across the first
guard’s throat,
causing him to drop to
his knees, then kicked
him in the chin,
sending him to his
back.
He then turned
to the guard who had
drawn his baton, and
ducked as it was swung
directly at his head.
The man punched
the guard with a solid
right to the gut, then
swung around and
captured the guard in
a sleeper hold.
Some struggling
occurred, then the
guard fell limp, and
was dropped on top of
the latter.
The man looked
around, and saw no
one.
He picked up
his sack and walked
towards the camera.
His hood had
fallen, and now it was
clear who he was.
The
man was Fred
Valentine. Better
known as King. He
was a new face to ACW.
A new face to
the entire Sports
Entertainment
community.
And most
importantly, he was in
the MCI Center. Unnoticed.
Which
Road To Walk?
Dante
had arrived early for
one of the first times
in his ACW career, he
was pretty much ready
for his title match too,
although it was really
at the for-front of his
mind at this moment in
time. Since End game, he
had been feeling a
little strange, as a new
emotion has bared it's
face to him, guilt. He had
thought about it long
and hard, and what he
did, and drove Jason
Kain to do after their
match, made him wonder
what the whole purpose
of it was. He had
injured a man, who was
now in hospital
suffering serious
injuries, and he had
left poor Jade more or
less for dead when he traveled
to get to End Game,
although he knew she was
alive, he couldn't help
but feel that it was all
pointless. As he
sat in his dressing room
alone and in the dim
light, the main source
of which was coming from
under the door. He taped
his hands very slowly,
and he was using the
very same tape which he
did so at End
Game. "You
have lost your focus
here Dante, we must
evaluate the situation
after tonight..." A small
smile graced Dante's
face, it was like he
knew that he was going
to say that...but who
was it? "That
we must, tonight cannot
end quick enough, let me
say that. This...title
isn't even anything to
me, I don't know why I
am even taking
part." "When
we decided that you
would go through this
root Dante, we made sure
that it would not effect
your goal, but it seems
to be, we must
reconsider your current
lifestyle." Dante
was rattled... "In
all fairness, it's very
hard to decide to a
route to your goal when
you don't know the way.
it's like leading a
blind man to a brick
wall, the blind man will
know he is there when he
feels the wall, as I
will know when I reach
my own goal, because I
will know whom my
mothers killer is. For
now I shall stay here,
whatever effects this
federation has on me in irrelevant,
as I can walk away at
any moment...do you hear
me?" And then
there was silence...as
Dante leaned back on the
wall, he knew that he
had won the argument,
but was ACW clouding his
judgment? or was he
beginning to like it a
little too much? Watch
out Geo Vacton.
The
Search
Attentively Ron Williams
clambered through the backstage corridors throwing
various objects against the walls and opening different doors calling
something like an enchanted animal looking for someone to mate with. Ron
seemed frustrated but at the same time has a eerie anticipation of finding
his common goal. Ronald is wearing his tight Green Briefs and no t-shirt.
His stomach hanging heavily over his old shabby green trunks almost covering
them all at the
front. Sweat
dripped from his chubby face which
was red with heat. His curtain hair style
was wet with grease and sweat
as it clung to his
face in a sticky
mess. Ronald
continued his search for what he is looking for
almost like a child looking for his lost
toy or missing jigsaw
piece. As Ronald is approached by an
eager and confused fellow superstar wanting answers for the reason Ronald is
so agitated, he is presented with a solemn rough voiced
answer... Success
The following scene begins backstage with Joey Sellers holding a mic to his mouth. The camera is rolling and Joey Sellers begins to speak.
Then as the footage goes on, it shows Jay Smash setting up for the Smash Attack on Geo Vacton, when it is reversed. The screen goes blood red as Geo Vacton delivers the Geocide to Jay Smash and covers him for the
three count. The footage spins away and the camera is back to Joey Sellers now standing next to Jay Smash, uses crutches to stand up.
I put the effort into the match and I hope Geo Vacton can see that too. But still, didn't you, the interviewer Joey Sellers ever want to be in charge and take charge? Wouldn't you like to be the leader for one day and show power that nobody ever knew possible? I know I have what it takes. But there is no use crying about losing, I mean, what kind of leader would that be?"
Dane
Rivers Meets Quinton May
His match just moments away, Dane Rivers was walking with great urgency towards his locker-room; he had yet to change into his gear. However, outside his locker-room door stood Quinton May. "Okay, leave me alone." Rivers grinned; he was annoyed but he wanted to get what he deemed a freak in Quinton out of his room.
The events of the night thus far had been quite remarkable, as the action shifted back to the ring. It was time for Julian Kang to make his ACW debut against a fellow debutant. A man who had already made quite an impact already. Winner: Dane Rivers
Disrespect
“Man,”
the first man
said. “That
Julian Kang is pretty
friggin’ sweet.”
He said this as
he was fumbling
through his pockets
looking for his money
as the two stood in a
mob at the nacho
stand.
He continued
and stared at the
menu. “What
are you gettin’?”
The
second man pulled out
his wallet and pulled
out a ten dollar bill.
He folded it in
half and
simultaneously placed
it in his pocket and
his wallet back in his
back pocket.
“I think the
nachos.” He smirked
at the other man and
then laughed a little.
“And a
drink.” They both
chuckled, and then one
was approached by a
man in a hooded
sweatshirt.
“Excuse
me.” The
unidentified man said.
The second fan
became alarmed, and
then looked at his
friend. He looked back
at him.
“Where can I
find Ethan Winters?”
His mouth had a scar
streaking along the
right side of his
mouth, and it didn’t
make much of a
pleasing picture.
The
man took out a deep
breath (as the fear of
a mugging has gone
away), then smirked.
“Haha, like I
know!
He runs this
company, man.”
He nudged his
friend.
“Take a
hike.”
He smirked and
returned to the menu
at the nacho stand.
The
hooded man turned to
ask another person as
the two friends conversed.
The first fan
leaned towards the
second, “Dude, you
shoulda told him
he’s up his ass!”
The other
nodded in disagreement
with a smirk.
“Do it,
man!”
The other
nodded in disagreement
again. The first
pulled out a twenty
dollar bill.
He waved it
around. It was game
time.
The
second fan turned to
the hooded man, still
in good hearing range.
“Hey,
buddy.”
No response.
“Hey dude
with the scar!”
The hooded
person turned to him
quickly, and shot him
a stone cold glare
which caused a second
guess on whether the
everyday Joe should do
this.
He third
guessed, then fourth.
He decided to
do it.
“I know where
Winters is.”
The hooded man
turned to the woman he
was talking to, and
excused himself.
He walked back
over to them.
He
stared at the man
speaking, then to his
friend.
“Where?”
He waited
impatiently.
He
turned to his buddy
then a smirk began to
arise.
“Up your ass,
scarface!”
The two belted
out laughing. The man
speaking, who
obviously wasn’t
ready for it, was
jerked to the ground
via a right fist.
Then the hooded
man nailed his friend
with a punch, also.
Both were on
the ground, and he
mounted the man who
had disrespected him.
He laid into him with
right fists angrily
and after a while
blood could be seen on
his fists, and then he
was thrown on the
ground.
Four
security guards had
tackled and restrained
the man.
They threw
handcuffs on him, and
picked him up.
The fans near
by were all in shock
as arena medical staff
rushed to the man who
had be been beaten severely,
and did their diligent
work as the scene of
the man being hoisted
away by the four
guards was seen.
Getting
the Message
“A quick word in your ear?” he asked. The rhetorical question swirled around Scott’s brain for a second. “Sure.” He replied bluntly as he got to his feet. Scott walked over to the office and through the door, pushing past Ethan. “What an I do for you?” he asked as he took a seat. Winters walked around to the back of his desk, he stayed standing for this was going to be a short meeting. “Scott, Alias has been giving us guys at Winters inc. some trouble as of late, and I need someone capable of shutting his fat yap up. Can you do that for me?” “Yes.” “Later tonight you face Alias. You must win, at all costs. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes.” “You may leave now Scott.” Ethan took his seat as Scott left his. He headed over to the door thinking over a game plan for his upcoming battle…
As Courage came back from the commercial break, the live TV cameras were rolling as they panned around the sold out venue... while ACW fans waved their hands in the air within seconds after seeing the bright red light
emitting from the production equipment. But once the crowd heard, Brandon grabbed A*Dubbs by his hair as he shot him across the ring into the corner. Blade stopped his attack for a second as he pointed at the slumped body of Al in the corner. Just as Blade dropped his
arm to his side, he took off like a rocket toward A*Dubbs. Blade jumped into the air with the attempt body splash... Both men got to their feet at the same remarkably... but Blade was the only one who was able to capitalize after taking down A*Dubbs with a stiff hooking clothesline in the center of the ring. The fans could tell that the ACW newbie A*Dubbs was starting to
get under the skin of one Brandon Blade as he stood over his opponent before driving his elbow right in the throat of Allen Willis. That's when the fans watching from their TV sets around the world heard it... the familiar sounds of jeers from the live that usually
are heard in a Brandon Blade match. It didn't seem to bother Blade much as he picked up the
intensity and laid in about two more elbows before going for the pin fall. What a reaction the 201 pounder got as he hit a vintage Shawn
Michaels move, then sprung back to his feet. Blade was down but not out of this match yet, as A*Dubbs charged toward him
with a variation of a cross body and forearm combination... but just as it looked like A*Dubbs was about to connect,
Blade ducked and Al hit the mat with a thud. As Brandon rose in place, a look of disgust came over him as he scooped Allen off of the mat, hooked both of his arms in butterfly style... then drove A*Dubbs neck into the canvas with a Butterfly Reverse Tombstone. Winner: A*Dubbs
Confessions of Dangerous Minds – Part One
There’s really nothing like a Christmas holiday to help you on the road to recovery. Alias had gone through hell just two and a half weeks ago in what was considered the sleeper hit match of the year, the Last Man Standing match. Over Christmas though, he had recovered, recuperated, back to the dangerous man he knew he could be. Sure there where lingering injuries… but that wasn’t exactly a new concern for Alias.
Another
Day At The Office
The
scene of that same
hooded man who had
attacked two guards,
and then beat one fan
within almost an inch
of his life was seen,
as he was being put
into the DCPD squad
car.
He had that
same glare over his
face, and Jimmy Boyd
watched on carefully.
“Make
sure that son’bitch
doesn’t set foot in
public for a good 10
years.”
He said with
his arms crossed as
the officers were
about to leave. “Oh
yeah,” he said. The
driving officer turned
to him.
“Give Mr.
Winters a call in
mornin’ to tell him
when the court date
is.
He’ll be
pleased to know.”
He chuckled to
himself, then turned
the other way.
Just
then, Charlie Dunn was
walking towards Boyd.
Dunn surveyed
the car and the man in
the back, alongside
the Ambulance full of
one man and his
black-eyed friend.
He smirked.
“What’s all this
for?”
He turned to
Boyd.
Boyd
tossed his arms up in
the air.
“I don’t
know, some guy who
calls himself King
attacked some guards
of our’s and those
two fans. Damn wanna
be's, I tell ya.
They sicken
me.”
He shook his
head in disgust.
Dunn
smirked, then frowned.
He grabbed
Boyd’s shoulders.
“You said
King?”
Boyd shook his
head yes. “Ut
oh!”
Dunn ran off
shaking his head and
flailing his arms
about, and then Boyd
followed at a normal
walking pace.
Confessions of Dangerous Minds – Part One
Ivan Coe Unger paced around the backstage area, although he didn’t have a match tonight, he still sure as hell had plans for tonight. Not to mention the fact that, if his son wanted to hang out backstage again, even with the shit that Osyrus had pulled at the PPV, ICU was powerless to say no… isn’t wasn’t everyday
after all.
The
Watcher
Joey Sellers, the ACW's
main interviewer, is seen lying against the wall, with a microphone to the face of
A*Dubbs. The arena
crowd give him a small
pop after his debut
match, but most of
them just wait to see
what he has to say for
himself... I beat that white-boy senseless! If he ever wants to fight again, come get some white bred! You can't handle this nucka right here!" Stupid like that stupid wrestler Brandon Blade? He tried to armbar me when I was on the ground, I'm sure the fans saw how dumb it was. I tripped that idiot up, hit him with some Pimp Juice, and BAM! It was all said and finished wit. He got stole on, and straight out, if I can be real
witchu, HE GOT DONE." Maybe it was because I was against that stupid twit Blade. What a stupid
mafucka. He needs to learn when he steps to A*Dubbs he ain't about to get the match he bargained for, he's about to get stole on. Cuz that's what I do Sellers, I steal. I know what those fans are thinking. "Yeah Allen, you steal, aren't you black?" WELL NAW NIGGAS I DON'T STEAL. And I saw that hoe in tha front row that was sneaking a peak at these tiiight ass
cheeks. Yeah baby, come backstage and lemme show you some things baby." I never thought I would meet someone
like you in the wrestling world. Swearing like you're one of them rap guys. "SMOKE WEED EVERYDAY!" Actually wait a second. Your Snoop Dogg
ain't you!? WOW I didn't realise at first. I cant believe this! Where's
Dre? Xzibit? They
not becoming professional wrestlers too!? What a shame. I've always wanted
to meet them guys." Ron begins shaking the hand of A*Dubbs furiously while
A*Dubbs has an expression spread over his face which could kill.
Challenge
"Raise up...Everybody raise up!" Raise Up by Saliva takes the fans by surprise as an eccentric Jay Smash tore through the crowd, followed by a spotlight, separating Jay Smash from the crowd. Smash swished down to the ring in his large dark blue shorts and red Smash shirt. He climbed to the second turnbuckle and holds his arms out to the crowd. Flashes are filling the arena as the fans stands up to take pictures, before Jay Smash peddles around the ring awaiting a microphone and for his music to be cut off. "At End Game.. I didn't win my match with Geo Vacton for the United States Champion, but that's Ok.. Because, unlike the name of the Pay-Per-View entailed, this is just the beginning for the Big Jay." Another pop from the crowd. "I'm out here for a few reasons tonight.. This is a new beginning, and I've decided that with a new beginning.. I need a little change of pace in my race to the top." Maybe it was a good idea to make you my manager then after all, huh?" Smash paced across the ring again. "Next week at Courage, I'm going to show the world that Geo Vacton, still isn't strong enough, good enough, and extreme enough to take down the...!" Next week, there will be no more smiling, and the talking is over, because the US title is leaving with me! Why? Cause it's my time, it's smashing time!"
Cool
Down
Joey Sellers is seen jogging to catch up to a seething A*Dubbs. Already, Allen has made it to Ethan Winters office. He thinks about knocking, because after all, Ethan Winters is
the owner, and a very important one at that. He starts to knock, but he opens the door and enters in without doing so. Ethan is looking at previous ACW Tapes and writing notes, probably taking notes on what spots the wrestlers, or just Jason Kain and Osyrus, need to work on. Ethan watches Allen protrude into his office. He knew, just from this instance, that he had some work to do with the new talent, the hottest rookie signing of 2002, A*Dubbs.
Hard
Times
Dunn and
Boyd had invaded the
ring for the first time
in ACW TV HISTORY, and as the
patient audience looked
on, Dunn began to speak
to the masses. "Hello
ladies and gentlemen,
now, this may seem a
little strange to see
us, but trust me, it is
worth the surprise.
Since the beginning of
ACW's time, we have
always strived to bring
the best talent to ACW,
even in it's newer
incarnation, we have
tried to bring you the
best young talent that
is around. We have
searched high and low
for superstars from
other federations to men
whom are just looking
for a home and a chance.
8 years ago we found a
man whom was on a career
down...he had just been
fired from his previous
company and he didn't
really know where to go
next, but when I and
Boyd here went to meet
him at his home in Detroit,
we seen a man whom could
do a job for us, and
what a job he did. Let me
say that firstly, we envisioned
him having a small role
in ACW, a mid-carder,
but, like Steve Williams
did with his Stone Cold
persona in the WWF, he
did the same with his
own, and his worth sky
rocketed in the first
year of his stay in ACW. He is a
true legend that nobody
can deny has placed his
body on the line many a
time for ACW and more
often than not, came off
the better man, but not
recently. As ACW
looked to drive itself
into a new dimension,
funded and headed by Mr.
Winters, it seemed that
he would be over looked
with all the new talent
that had breached our
banks last summer, but
myself and Boyd made
sure that he would not
be forgotten, we gave
him the ball, and he ran
with it...capturing the
ACW World Title along
the way, a title that
I'm sure will be not
only his greatest
achievement as a
wrestler, but ACW's
greatest as a
federation...ladies and
gentleman, would you
please give him a warm
welcome on the big
screen, coming from his
home in Detroit...SilverHAWK. As Dunn
ushered the attention to
the screen, HAWK lit up
the arena, as he sat in
front of a small black
background with ACW on
it, with a small smile
on his face as the arena
clapped not only for
HAWK, but the piece said
by Dunn... "Thanks
for the intro Dunny, but
I have to say I'm not
worthy of such plaudits.
3 weeks ago, I took part
in one of the best
matches of my career
with Osyrus at the
Garden and for a man to
not only wrestle there,
but to headline an event
there, it was truly a
dream come true. However,
that dream slowly became
a nightmare early in the
match, as I dislocated
my shoulder in an early
spot in the match, and
later on damaged it even
more when it was
violently shoved back it
in socket. I had surgery
on Boxing Day, but the
news was not good at
all." As HAWK
paused and looked down
at his feet, the fans in
the arena clammed up
slightly, as HAWK was
clearly emotional. "I've
been advised not to
wrestle again, and that
advice, at this moment
in time, I shall take... Someone
once told me that there
was a fine line between coincidence
and fate, and I believe
that the match against Osyrus
was meant to be my last,
and even though I lost
the bout, I have never
been so proud of myself
in all my years. When I
joined ACW, we were seen
as nothing more than a
circus of men running
around in tights, as
other federations took
all the praise when we
were doing the exact
same things, but
earlier. Ethan
Winters has changed all
that however, and even
though I still find him
to be the biggest snake
in the grass, he has
done a lot for ACW, and
I thank him for that. As
I look at ACW now, I see
a group of men with the
talent to take ACW right
to the very top, and I
feel, that I would be
letting myself, and
anyone who considers
themselves a fan of
mine, down if I continued
to try and compete
against these men. As I
look around wrestling
today, I see these old
men coming back, and
being a shadow of their
former self, now I was
never the best performer
in the world, but I
don't want to look in
the mirror and see a man
who can't do it no more,
these things have to be
taken with a piece of
pride, and tonight,
that's what I'm leaving
with. To
everyone who has ever
supported me, I say
thank you. To
everyone who has ever
watched any of my
matches, I say thank
you. To Dunn
and Boyd, I say thank
you. To Vince
McMahon, I say thank you
for firing me and giving
me the chance to work in
ACW... A man
once told me that one
day I would have to pass
the torch...and that it
was be pulled from my
grasp, so as I sit here,
I thereby pass the
torch, of my own will,
and of my own mind. Remember
the name..." S i l
v e r H A W K
: A u g u s
t 1 9 9
4 - J a n u
a r y 2 0 0
2
'Not Over' by The Full Nine The crowd cheer but Scott seems to disagree, he gets to his feet signaling for three, he grabbed the referee by the collar and shook him vigorously, but the referee held his decision. Scott spat in his face and pushed him in to the corner but as he turned around a flying lariat at the hands of Alias hit him, Scott and Alias both hit the mat hard but both were back to their feet at a fast pace. They locked up in an old fashioned style, arms entwined like the branches of a rose bush. Scott and Alias push to and fro, too and fro. Scott stomps the toe of Alias hard, Alias lets go of Scott and hops
around. Scott poked Alias in the eye and he fell to the mat yelping and rolling around. The referee yelled at Scott, but he seemed not to care. Scott dropped an elbow in to the spine of Alias, as he got up he stood on the side of Alias’s head and steps on and over it. Alias’s legs kicked around, the crowd booed frantically. What would this mean for Scott Perry and his association with Winters inc.? Time would prove to tell… Winner : Alias
Good
Luck?
"Hey...watch ou..." Vacton looked up at who he had accidentally slammed into and bit down on his lip. Anima looked pissed. He shoved Vacton in the shoulder and walked off.
Urban
Legend...
The fans at the MCI
Center were anxious. Joey Sellers stood in the middle of the ring, waiting for the noise level to die down so he could say whatever it was he had to say to the Washington audience.
Dane
Rivers Meets Quinton May
Having made a real impact on his debut in ACW, Dane Rivers was now undoubtedly the newest bane of the fans existence as far as ACW was concerned. And he was proud of it. Rivers was proud of the way he flaunted his power against a janitor and Quinton May. Rivers was proud of the way he ridiculed the fans with smart insults.
“T-N-T!
… T-N-T! …
T-N-T!“ The
crowd went crazy at
the sound of their
favourite superstars
music. Geo was stood
behind the curtain; he
enjoyed teasing the
fans for a moment or
two, keeping them in
suspense. They would
enjoy it all the more
once he entered the
ringside area this
way. Vacton thundered Dante's head against the ring railings before grabbing him by the back of the neck, and tossing him into the ring. Vacton, despite having his own match at End Game, had enough time to watch Dante's match, he must have came to the conclusion that to beat Dante, you had to get it over, quickly. Flustered... Dante rolled to the other side of the ring and pulled himself up by the ropes, leaning against them in the same motion, but he was then met by an attack of fists from the hands of Vacton... stunned, Dante managed to push Vacton away and drop down and out of the ring, but Vacton pursued him... Vacton soon clobbered Dante in the back with an axe handle, and before Dante could do anything about it, he was on the floor, being pummeled with kicks to the back and to the head. Dante couldn't believe what was going on as the US Champion clearly wanted to keep his belt, the one thing was, that Dante didn't even want his belt....and Vacton soon realized that. "Fuck this." Dante stated, as he managed to turn around and kicked Vacton out of the way, causing Vacton's feet to trip over themselves as he hit the mat and banged his head, after the fall. As Vacton shook the cobwebs away however, he looked up the arena lights, which were soon dimmed for him. As Dante struck down upon his head with a chair of metal, the referee called for the bell and immediately disqualified, as if he really cared. As Dante left the chair on the ground, it was apparent to him just what his path would be, he was never hear to actually make a name for himself, he was here to just get through each day with a meal at the table, and as he collected the United States Title, and placed it over Vacton's chest, he kind of respected the man whom would fight an impossible fight for just a mere possession. However. As Dante pondered. he was pounced upon from someone in the crowd, as someone has sprung from the barrier, and hit Dante with a body splash, Dante's head and back connecting with the mat violently as he tried to figure out just what had happened. As he too looked up at the arena light, holding the back of his head, his arms could not move fast enough to block a lethal chair shot, square in the forehead, which drew blood at it's first connection, and as the culprit dropped the weapon...they pulled back their hood, and the fans cheered with all their might. Hell hath no fury like a women scorned. Jade
had Returned.
The
First Shot?
Having
been the first face
that the ACW fans seen
in the first show of
2003, Winters made
damn sure that he
would be the last, as
he sat in his make
shift office, looking
not over paper work,
but over one piece of
paper.
"I
don't get it...I just
don't get it at all.
First they sign this
King guy, who is
fighting with fans,
and now they sign the
Ogre from PIW? Who the
hell next Hulk
Hogan?"
"Heh,
you already have the
next wrestling
immortal on your
roster
Winters..."
The
fans boo'd and sneered
as that voice was only
of one man, the ACW
World Champion,
Osyrus, who sat, with
his title right beside
him, as a constant
reminder that he is
the very best.
"Damn
right O, there is
nobody here that can
challenge you, I might
as well just give you
the win against anyone
at the moment, you
retired SilverHAWK, do
you know what that
means?"
"What
does it mean?"
"It
means...that you
retired SilverHAWK!
Damn you are THE man.
Back to the subject,
what are Dun and
Boyd trying to achieve
by signing all these
guys? It's not like
the guys I sign are
bad or anything is it?
Look at A*Dubbs and
Dane Rivers, both one
their debut matches comfortably,
they should trust my
judgment and my judgment
alone."
"Maybe
you are looking at
this the wrong way
Ethan...Dunn and Boyd
are going behind your
back and signing these
guys for a reason, did
you hear the shit Dunn
pulled with Alias and
ICU, they two are on
the same page now...if
you want my opinion, I
think Dunn and Boyd
are gonna start
something."
Winters
pondered for a moment,
as he brought his
hands to his face his
eyes widened in shock.
"They
are going for my
stock! They wanna
drive me out of
here...weasels! That's
it O, Winters INC is
gonna finish this
before it even starts,
they think they can
piss me around, start
something, let's see
who starts
something...
If
it's a war they
want...it's war
they will get."
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