Can Anyone Say Ego?

Khristain Keller decked the hallways of ACW with intentions.

His intention; to build on his few aWc appearance's and try and get some sort of contract here, in ACW. With aWc's sudden closure, he was currently out of contract, and although being out of contract was something he was well acquainted with, his hunger for the game had never been so high.

Keller had been given his chance however, here tonight, for a promo which would go out to the arena fans only, as at this current time it was a commercial with the taping. Mark Wilson, the ACW Internet Columnist was brought in for the task, as he held the mic to Keller face and began the test of Keller's nerve.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I had with me one of the most experienced professional stars on the circuit. He's wrestled in all the major countries, including the States, Japan, Mexico and even had a successful time in Germany, Europe. He recently had a short spell with aWc before it's closure and I would like you to welcome Khristain Keller to ACW. Mr. Keller, how does it feel to finally be in ACW?"

"It feels great yeah...my ass if tender now, considering the amount of times you kissed it in those past 30 seconds. Let's cut straight to there point here folks. ACW phoned me up, said they needed a new star to come in and bring ACW back from the fucking brink. It seems that Mr. Intensive Care Unit and Mr. GreyHAWK just can't keep the company afloat anymore, therefore they need somebody who can carry the company back from the above 2.0 TV ratings."

"Harsh words Mr. Keller, but considering you've been with some of the most talented men on the planet, how do you find the talent here in ACW?"

"I usually look in the locker room's...but if you want an un-smart ass answer, the talent in ACW is very very good. I'm actually very very happy to be here where I can take my talent, and hopefully progress in the field of comedy...because if you look at these guys in the ring, you won't see better comedy routines anywhere, not even at Def Jam."

"Mr. Keller, thanks for your time and I "hope" to see wrestling very soon here in ACW."

"Pleasure's all yours."

Dante Inferno and 006.392 vs. 108192 and A*Dubbs

"Patiently Waiting" courtesy of 50 Cent rang through the arena sound system, as A*Dizzle along with 108192 walked out through the curtains. Both meant business, seeing as earlier in the night they had gotten their ass kicked.

"This is gonna be cake." 108 told Dubbs, as Dubbs nodded his head, not letting his eyes stare beyond the squared circle, even for one second. The edginess in A*Dubbs is what helped him perform up to his best caliber, and he was not going to lose it, especially with who he was about to face.

"IIII... STAND ALONE!" played as Dante Inferno, along with tag team partner 006.392 walked through the stage, tearing ass to get into the ring. Dante ran into the diamond, as Dubbs and 108 diverted their attention straight to him. Both took turns taking shots, before 108's attention was turned to an ache in his back, caused by a weak top-rope dropkick attempted by 006. 108 turned his head to see 006 on the ground starting to get up, and laughed. He turned his attention back to Inferno who began slugging away at A*Dubbs, before chop blocking Inferno's left knee. As 'Hellraiser' dropped to one knee, the opening was all Dubbs could ask for, as he bounced off the ropes, and delivered a fierce roundhouse kick to Inferno's head. Inferno fell to the ground, as the match started.

DING DING DING

108 backed Dubbs off of Inferno as he started the match off. 108 grabbed Inferno by his hair, before using closed fists to tame the wild boar. After the third, Inferno dropped back to his knee, but was unable to block a knee to the face, which sent him back to the floor. Time took it's course, as Dante began stirring for ground, before 108 grabbed him once again. Making the tag to Dubbs, 108 held Inferno up as Dubbs prepared for the top rope. He leapt off with vengeance, soaring through the air with similarities of a bird. Dizzle missed the Corkscrew Moonsault, inadvertently hitting his partner, and now suffered the wrath of Dante's left and right fists.

The crowd was roaring as Dante battled back in these unlikely odds, before receiving a rake of the eyes. A*Dubbs tossed Dante into the ropes, and threw himself onto Dante's head, using his thighs to convert Inferno back to the canvas. The hurricarana took Dante off his feet, but he rose right back up as soon as Dubbs did, and took Dubbs right back down with a clothesline from hell.

108 jumped into the ring to stop the assault, before Dante stopped him first. Inferno kicked 108 in the gut, before picking him up, putting him in position for a Jackhammer suplex. Dubbs rose to his feet as Inferno held his partner in the air, and quickly went for the low-blow. Dante lost control, bringing 108 back to his own feet, and together they laced into Inferno with fierce boots to the chest. Inferno rocked back and forth through each one of them, trying his hardest to overcome the pain and rise back up. Dubbs backed 108 off of Inferno for 3-4 seconds, and as Dante got to all fours, Dubbs nailed him in the chest with a vicious stomp to the gut.

The fans boo'd tremendously, screaming for 006 to get into the ring. Frightened, 006 stirred on the outside, thinking something up, as both Dubbs and 108 paid no mind to the fourth member of the bout. 006's head soon lit up, as he jumped to the ringpost, grabbing something from under the ring.

006.392 grabbed a steel chair, and rose it up so that the fans could see his intentions. But instead of going in and acting on his instinct to attack, 006 tossed the chair into the ring, in an attempt for Inferno to rise up and gain an advantage with the inanimate object. A*Dubbs looked at the object now in the ring, and gave a thumps up to 006. He picked it up, and gave 108 instructions. Raising Inferno up into a dog-like position, 108 shouted "Ready!" to a playful crowd taunting A*Dubbs, before A*Dubbs took off with chair in hand. He placed it in front of Inferno's head, before smashing it into Inferno's frame with the number one nucka's two feet. Inferno's head busted open, as the fans replied to the moves with quick, "oooooohhh!"s. 006 was similar, as he shouted, "FUCK!" He sucked up the butterflies inside, and with all the courage in his heart he rose up to the challenge.

Sneaking into the ring, he low-blowed A*Dubbs, before smashing 108 in the head with the chair he had tried to help Dante with. Dubbs grabbed his nuts, before giving a sinister look on his face. Inferno lied motionless on the floor, as 006 began to rock 108 back with rights. Dubbs turned 006 around, before smashing his 100 and maybe 1 pound body to the floor with a powerful clothesline. 006's momentum was given a fierce hush, as the fans cheers turned quickly into familiar jeers.

108 had had enough. He told Dubbs to pick 006, and without a sense of remorse in his body, 108 began to decimate 006 with the most powerful right arms ACW had witnessed. As if the anger in his face was enough to determine how pissed off he was, 108192 decided time to execute an exclamation point, by setting up the same steel chair used in both Dubbs and 006's favor, as a prop. He set it in the center of the ring, before grabbing 006's motionless body, and Spike piledriving it to the floor. 006's body began convulsing, before the Un-Official Tag Team Champions had seen enough.

Janitors Morris and Howard ran to the rescue of their fallen friend, as 108 and Dubbs watched them enter the ring. Fans tossed some enthusiasm into the ring in favor of the Janitors, but they knew the inevitable. Within seconds, both men were scampering away, with the menacing glares given by the US Champion and 108192. The referee went to toss the match, but Dubbs turned him around before threatening to pimp slap the employee. The ref flinched, as Dubbs put his body over the motionless one of Dante Inferno.

1.



2.




3!


The match was over, as the wreckage lie on the ground. Dubbs screamed for his belt, as 108 looked at the young member of Quinton's Army with nothing but pain, as well as anger in his eyes. The two had done what they had come out to do, Dante Inferno was hurt, but something told the both of them, that he was not out.

Heh, you thought it was the end of it? You thought too highly of Dubbs and 108's morals. Taking the chair in one hand and a mic in another, Dubbs had something else to spit out.

"Nah. It doesn't end like this. Inferno, you're about to get that ass beat, nucka. You ain't witnessed what it's like to face hard time, all yo mafuckin' life you say that you've been through it, but I'm bout to give you the reality check right here. Only difference between this time and the last time I put you out, is this time, I ain't bout to let you come back. 108, GET THA KNEE-CAP!"

108 put the chair onto Dante's knee, and Dubbs jumped to the top rope.

"LET'S PUT THIS BITCH ASS CUNT OUT OF HIS MAFUCKIN' MISERY!"

Just until... the lights cut off.

And as they cut back on, Dubbs laid outside the ring, on his back. 108192 was out as well, and as Dubbs began to regain consciousness from the fall he had just suffered, a familiar face haunted the stage.

"What... the fuck?!" He said to himself, as the face was none other than an old enemy, someone who would only receive cheers because he saved the career of Dante Inferno.

The fans did not know him, but A*Dubbs surely did.

Winner: A*Dubbs and 108192

R-E-S-E-C-P-T

The Kole Brothers, people. Scourge of all things normal.

It's true. Here they were, in the arena, acting as if their balls were as big as basketballs. But really, cockroach eggs would be the more precise term. In any case, Andi & Joey were looking to embark on a mission to prove, not just to Quinton May, but to everyone who labeled them as phucking phreaks that they deserved as much respect as the best people in the industry do.

Sure, they sucked ass, and had no real skill. But they had heart. They had a wonderful eye for clothing accessories. And best of all, they looked sexier than babes while wearing skirts at home.

....

"Alright, Joey. This is it! Now, we're sure that we want to do this, right?" Andi asked as they turned a corner and walked down a hall, towards the only room with a nameplate in the hallway, right at the end.

Joey turned to looked at his brother, and nodded. It was an idea meticulously drawn up in the space of forty-five minutes, and it was guaranteed to work, Joey thought. Andi personally felt that five more minutes would have made the idea even grander, but he was just too tired to do any more brainstorming. So, with their hopes all high and whatnot, The Kole Brothers proceeded towards the locker-room of...

The British Army.

*knock knockity knock*

The door opened, and who should answer it... but Liam, right-hand man to The British Army. Joey & Andi looked at each other, obviously not expecting Liam to answer. But in any case, the two brothers took a deep intake of breath, before turning to look back at the Irishman.

"Hello. We are looking for Vincent Pembridge. We hear that he is a mofo around these parts, and we wanna challenge him to a match. We deserve R-E-S-E-C-P-T, dammit! So, please tell him that. Not that, but whatever I'd said since you opened the door. Remember, not the word THAT, but THAT which is everything I've said!"

Andi sighed and shook his head, not able to believe the crap that his brother just uttered. Liam himself looked somewhat confused, as he glared at The Kole Brothers.

"Lads, Vincent's not here. He's doing some business elsewhere. On the verge of acquiring something that would aid our cause greatly, I'd say. But I'll tell ye what. I'll fight you, seeing how there's a little matter of showing some of my troops that there is more to me than meets the eye. I shall meet you lads in the ring in a few minutes."

And with that, Liam slammed the door shut.

Joey & Andi looked at each other, before shrugging their shoulders and turning on their heels, making their way back to their locker-room. They might not have been able to fight The Scorpion Of Manchester, but his right-hand man was good enough. Of course, they had no idea that Liam was even associated with Vincent, but he did look tough, and thus... he had to be considered a thReat.

.... Yes, thReat. So sue me.

"Dude. RESPECT? That's not how you spell it!" Andi shrieked at the top of his voice. To which Joey replied, "Nah uh. That's how Ali G says it. AYYYYYYYYY."

Kill them, now. Please. Anyone. Okay, just kill Joey, leave the other bugger alone. He's nice. And sexy.

....

Kill ME now.

Intimidation

"Who THE FUCK was that?!" 108192 demanded to know, as A*Dubbs put an ice-pack to his head. 

"I wonder what that lil nucka wants this time." 

108 grew even angrier as Dubbs ignored his question. 

"Um, Dubbs, get your head back on your neck and tell me, who the hell just punked us like that?!" 

"A dude you don't want any of. It ain't got shit to do with the ACW, so don't worry about it. It's my business." 

"Well that punk ass just made it my business by putting his motherfucking hands on me. Besides, how is it that this dude is freaking out the almighty A*Dubbs?" 

Dubbs looked at 108, and then back at the ground. 

"A couple months back, before I landed this contract, I did some business for two gangs, the Bloods and Crypts, down in Brooklyn." 

"And?" 

"We didn't end on good terms."

"Why?"

"...I kinda fucked em' both. Being involved in both cliques meant I was a double agent, and that ain't good. They don't like that kind of shit. Neither of em' play games." 

"So what does that mean?"

"It means 187 if I don't watch my fuggin back. You got more questions nigga?"

"Yeah, one more." 

"Who is he?" 

"Kaume Brown. Leader of the Brooklyn Bloods." 

Handicapped Match
Liam Vs. The Kole Brothers

"Look At Me" by Geri Halliwell.

OH, THE MADNESS! CEASE THE MADNESS!

Joey & Andi Kole came out from the back, drawing dead heat from the crowd. They were too busy either vomiting because of the choice of theme song or masturbating because of the choice of theme song. In any case, The Kole Brothers quickly ran to the ring and upon sliding in, began flexing, in an attempt to look tough. All that did was make the timekeeper insane, and thus, he punched himself in the nose.

Joey shrugged it off, and continued posing as a hardcore gangster from da hood, waiting to sell drugs to old ladies.

And then, the lights went out, right after TKB's theme was cut abruptly. By now, everybody knew that this was how Liam made his entrance. But as the lights came back on, The Kole Brothers were confused. They weren't facing the stage, as they were when the lights suddenly went out. Apparently, Joey & Andi had expected Liam to appear behind them when the lights returned.

That wasn't the case.

Instead, the Irishman crawled from under the ring, and slide inside, blindsiding the two brothers with clotheslines to the back of their heads.

"BOOOOOOO!"

Of course they would boo. Sure, the crowd didn't fancy The Kole Brothers much, but whatever Liam did was obviously wrong to them, even though it might have been right to the Irishman himself and the rest of the population of the planet. Anywho, Liam picked up the two brothers, and allowed them to have a meeting of the minds by knocking their heads together. Before headbutting Andi into unconsciousness, and slamming his right forearm into Joey's face.

Who then began to cry. Well, more like wail. Like a baby.

Liam spat at Joey, and kicked him in the face, before pulling him back up via tugging away at his shirt. And one hell of a sneer, Liam punched poor Joey out with a ferocious right hook. More jeers rained down on the right-hand man to the The British Army, who suddenly turned around and let loose with a European uppercut, completely knocking out a recovering Andi Kole.

Following that, Liam placed his right foot on Andi's chest. The referee, disgusted, had no choice but to made the count;

ONE....

TWO...

THREE.

There was never any doubt in anybody's mind that this would be a quick and devastating squash by Liam, but the manner in which he executed it, in addition to the raw brutality he showed while dueling with El Janitors... made everybody think if Liam really was some kind of super fighter back in the day. Years of experience toughened the Irishman up, and it showed on the night -- in a wrestling capacity, no less.

There was nothing to do with wrestling in his performances, however.

And then, as he slid out of the ring, face expressionless, WAVE 1 appeared from the crowd. And within no time, they were in the ring. Wielding steel bats. Beating the crap out of Joey & Andi Kole, who really didn't deserve the annihilation they were receiving now. All they wanted to do was to prove themselves and gain some respect in the process. But at the moment, they were gaining extreme sympathy.

Stopping his ascension up the ramp, Liam turned and looked at the chaos in the ring. Smiling, he had no idea what was to come.

El.

Janitors.

With.

Chairs.

And.

Pissed.

Looks.

On.

Their.

Faces.

*CRACK*

Double chairshot~!

Liam was down, and WAVE 1 ceased their beatdown. Morris & Howard, amidst the mega-cheers, spat at the Irishman, before they turned on their heels and ran for their lives, with the British teenagers that made up WAVE 1 jumping out of the ring and giving chase. Within seconds, the arena was empty, save for the limp bodies of Liam & The Kole Brothers.

Then, Liam awoke. Furious. His face was a bright shade of red. He was ashamed as well.

"Them cunts."

The war... was beginning to become most interesting.

Winner: Liam by DQ

No DQ Match
Jade Vs. Osyrus

Jade cautiously entered the ring as her theme died down.. she scoped out the surroundings inside of the ring. Osyrus on the far left side of the ring… Isis on the right while the two of them smiled wickedly. Jade changed her mind about entering the ring; walking around to the side as she pushed the ring announcer of his chair … and quickly folded it up, grasping it tightly in her hands. Osyrus bounced side to side rhythmically in the ring; his black hoody still over his head as his pierced right eye brow shined in the spot light. He lifted his head slightly as he gave Jade a cocky, evil glare… pushing his lips together as if he was getting ready for a kiss. Osyrus’ fat lip stuck out like a sore thumb, with that wild patch of hair extending from his bottom lip… all the way down to the tip of his chin. 

Jade would rather have Osyrus kiss her ass, after he stole one kiss from her already tonight.

The fiery ACW superstar slide under the bottom rope and into the ring; Isis ducked out of the ring simultaneously. She slapped her hands on the canvas… Isis played the role of the sinister cheerleader quite well. Kneeling near the canvas; Jade dug the top of the chair into its rubber but firm surface angrily … not moving an eyelash from her opponent’s position. 

Osyrus on the other hand, seemed to be in total control of his emotions. Taking his black hoody off slowly; daring Jade to make a move.. flexing his tattooed and scared up biceps, before throwing it at Jade. Which did not sit well with the first female wrestler to ever grace ACW’s roster. But before she could raise the chair from off of the canvas, charging fall speed toward Osyrus… wide eyed and full of rage, screaming as she came closer and closer… Jade stopped instantly with the raising of the ‘Legend in the Making’s arm. 

”I don’t think you want to do that missy,” Osyrus said with a snarl as Jade backed up. She looked around to the outside of the ring; still hearing Isis slapping the mat with her open hand, palm strikes. Jade turned her head to Isis, then to Osyrus; back and fourth between the two as Osyrus slowly inched closer. 

”You know what. I am going to give you a chance, that most people never get in their entire life, when they step into the ring with me.” He paused; adjusting his black jeans as he started to kneel to the ground before sitting in the middle of the ring… looking up toward Jade. 

”You’re going to get sympathy from me Jade.. but all you have to do is lay down. I’m pretty sure you’re used to that position. Laying down on your fucking back like the skank whore that you are.” He got off of his knees, now standing in front of Jade as he looked down on her. 

”… but if you don’t lay down Jade, I am going knock your ass down. And no matter what choice you make… you know what the outcome is going to be.” 

Jade said nothing as she looked at Osyrus. She knew that he was serious as he never took his eyes off of her for a second, during the verbal smack down. Osyrus’ light colored eyes might as well have been pitch black… because his intentions, not matter what people thought they were in their minds… must have been pure evil in the twisted world of Omar Christensen. 

The devil would be proud.

”Stop day dreaming bitch and get on the canvas!” Jade turned her head, looking to the outside after what Isis screamed at her. Suddenly she felt the cold, hard grip of Osyrus’ fingers straddling her throat. Jade quickly snapped out of her daze, being pulled nose to nose with ‘The Beast’ himself as he blew his hot breath in her face… his grip got tighter and tighter. 

”Didn’t you hear what I said bitch? I am going to give you a small, microscopic piece of sympathy; so you don’t have to embarrass yourself in the ring… when I smear the canvas with your blood.” Jade started to fight out of the choke hold; forearming Osyrus in the chest. But in her weakened state, it seemed to have no affect. 

“And I don’t got all night Jade. You better make your decision quick, because one way or another… you’ll still be on the mat and I will rape your pride away from you. Then you’ll get to learn first hand… if it’s true what they say about black guys.” He threw her back towards the corner as Osyrus cackled loudly with laughter… Jade rubbed her neck with both hands, slowly catching her breath while the female audience boo’d aggressively in the background. 

I guess they couldn’t take a joke. 

Jade looked around the arena to the audience for support before Osyrus bellowed for her to get down again. Her chest slowly rose up and down before letting out a huge sigh; kneeling closer to the canvas.. as she finally <b> laid</b> down.

The referee slide into the ring, signaling the ring announcer to start the match. Osyrus walked over to Jade; smile stretched from ear to ear across his face, before he began to chuckle to himself. The former two time ACW champion placed his foot onto Jade’s breast, simultaneously raising both arms in the air while the ref started the count. 

One


Two 


Three?!?!


In the perfect world of Osyrus, this is how it would have ended. Not even breaking a sweat. But as the crowd cheered furiously… something unexpected happened. 


One


Two


Jade rose her shoulder off of the mat; as the ref stopped the count. Osyrus looked down at the ref, kicking him in the ribs… then looked onto Jade; who had her middle finger held proudly into the air…. 

”FUCK YOU,” She said; now both middle fingers pointed in Osyrus’ direction. 

”… And get the fuck off of my chest, bitch!” Instantly slamming her clichéd fist into Osyrus’ groin. 

He staggered back while Jade taunted him before kicking him several times with the point of her boot. Osyrus’ eyes grew wide; falling to the canvas, knees first as the crowd just erupted with emotion. Jade pointed to Osyrus shaking her fist angrily; backing up as she stepped forward with all her might… knocking Osyrus’ head back with vicious forearm shots. The former champ’s head rocked back a few times… Jade sprinted toward the ropes behind her, looking for one tremendous knock out shot. 

With only one more step for Jade to take before colliding with Osyrus; amazingly the San Diego native snapped out of his daze… popping to his feet; high leg sweeping Jade to the canvas. Jade hit the canvas with a quick back bump, then rolled to her right side as she was on one knee… but there was Osyrus. 

She looked up while Osyrus stood and watched her get back to her feet. He blew air out of his nose like an enraged bull, before whipping his leg back… then aimed it straight at Jade’s chest, knocking her down with a hard Maui Tai influenced kick. 

”How did that feel bitch?” Osyrus growled to his opponent…holding his groin in pain as Jade held her chest. Osyrus reached down, pulling Jade up by her brunette roots; driving the point of his knee into her solar-plexus. The crowd cringed as Jade was still bent over after the lower body assault… Osyrus smirked, which was the start of something evil. He slammed his right elbow into the center of Jade’s spine; quickly hitting the canvas as she scrunched up her shoulders.. rolling on the mat, as she writhed in pain.

”Didn’t I tell you, that all you had to do was lay down? Didn’t I?!” Osyrus yelled down to Jade, stomping onto her back as she stopped crawling toward the ropes, but didn’t stop the painful shrieks that echoed in the arena. Osyrus held out his arms, pointing to Jade; who was still trying to put some distance between the two of them. 

Osyrus grabbed Jade by her ankle, pulling her back into the center of the ring, but Jade quickly rolled to her side.. kicking Osyrus in the chest, which stopped him temporally. He held his chest, just as Jade got to her feet.. doing a tumble roll when she grabbed the object of her affection to even the score. 

The steel chair.

”Now what tough guy?” Jade slammed the chair into the canvas, motioning to hit a home run like the hall of fame baseball player, Mark Maguire. But Osyrus looked un-amused at her sad attempts at intimidation… Since he knew that he was the master of making someone’s fears a reality. 

”Shut up and just bring it… bitch.” He held out his right arm, motioning for her to charge, as he started to hulk up. Muscles raising and the steam from his bald hair could been seen slowly drifting toward the ceiling. Jade spit towards Osyrus; rising the chair back into the air over her head. 

”Stopping calling me a bitch, asshole.” 

And with that said, the two ended the cheap talk. Running full speed ahead toward one another… like two cars playing chicken; both drivers were either too stupid or too brave to turn away. 

CLANK

Jade was the first to strike, slamming the steel into Osyrus’ forearm; when he blocked the shot successfully, that was aimed at his head. She quickly pulled back, slamming the unforgiving metal weapon into Osyrus’ right thigh… and followed it up with a drop kick into the chair and into Osyrus’ chest. The 288 pound monster was sent reeling into ropes, bouncing off of the middle ring rope as he was sitting on the canvas. 

Jade ran up to him; stomping away but he used his massive power to push her down to the canvas. Kain’s close friend in ACW quickly got back to her feet, just as Osyrus was up as well. Again the two charged toward each other; but Osyrus exploded like a rocket with a burst of speed, which hung Jade up by her throat… after striking her with a stiff hooking clothesline in the center of the ring. The audience showed their disproval for Osyrus’ lack of sportsmanship; Jade still laid on the canvas, rubbing her neck and coughing violently just as Osyrus pulled her up again by her long hair. 

”You want to play with the big boys? You’ll play with the biggest and toughest one of the all…” He stood her up straight before clothes-lining her down with a combination leg sweep that made Jade’s neck bounce roughly against the rubbery mat surface. 

As the former champ and current ACW bad ass looked down at his opponent; he kicked the steel chair out of the ring, then kneeled down as he grabbed Jade by her brown locks… dragging her to the far corner like cave man. Osyrus tossed her into the corner as she bounced around upon impact; before he straighten Jade up.. punching her in the face with an overhand right. Jade’s head rocked back, before she lunged forward after ‘The Personification of Talent’ exploded a knee into her stomach. 

That’s when Osyrus picked up the intensity.

Driving knee lifts repeatedly into Jade’s stomach, with back elbow shots to the side of her face… left the young woman in a bad state. He backed up; measuring his next shot like Kevin Nash tends to do from time to time… but as he was about to connect with another elbow attack. 

Field goal, right down the center of the up-rights. 

Translation: Hard kick to the groin.

Jade fell to her knees; breathing in hard breaths of air, with a little trickle of blood running down the side of her cheek. Osyrus, on the other hand was holding himself as Jade pulled herself up with the use of the ropes… and when she got to her feet, she stalked over to Osyrus’ position on the canvas. Jade spread his legs apart; blowing a kiss his way before taking turns stopping onto Osyrus’ bread basket with both feet. 

Left! 

Right! 

Left! 

Right! 

Left! 

Right! 

It continued till Jade fell back exhaustedly into the ropes as Osyrus rolled to his side, coughing loudly and violently as Jade did earlier. The audience roared loudly with their nostalgic girl power cheers of ‘Go Jade Go’; while Jade pumped her fist into the air. She drove her elbow into Osyrus’ stomach, before using her remaining strength get the man that out weighed her by 50+ pounds… up on his feet, and against the corner. Pushing Osyrus back with both arms; Jade stepped back… while swinging her arm forward, slapping the former champion’s chest with a Ric Flair like chop. 

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The crowd howled out in respect to the multiple time world champion. Jade grinned as she made Osyrus’ chest more bruised and battered with more chops of the knife-edged version, before it seemed that Osyrus had taken enough abuse. 

Smack

Jade’s unblocked hand hit with tremendous impact as it seemed to not even fade Osyrus. 
She struck him two more times, before the self proclaimed ‘The Last Survivor’ lifted his right knee cap into Jade’s lower abdomen…then followed it up with right hook to the jaw that floored the female in seconds. 

”I bet that had to sting.” Osyrus snickered to himself, spitting out the blood that swished around inside of his mouth. Jade tried to get back to her feet… but Osyrus’ compassion for his fellow man was as dead as Ethan Winters. 

”Ugh.” Jade crumbled back down to the mat after getting kicked with a malice boot to the face. 

”I will say one thing bitch; and I use that word loosely, for all the other bitches out there that may be offended…” Osyrus stepped onto Jade’s throat; her face stated to turn beet red as she grabbed Osyrus’ leg with both of her hands, gasping for air. “… At least you’re tougher than Kain!” He pressed down harder before taking his foot off of Jade’s pencil neck. In the distance, Isis could be heard clapping faintly, watching her man pummel the woman that assaulted her earlier in the evening. 

Her face started to grow more and more jaded as she saw Osyrus scoop Jade up… dumping her on her head seconds later with a stiff brain buster vertical suplex. As both combatants hit the mat; Osyrus twisted his hips while still holding on, as he hoisted Jade up and planted her down with another brain buster… even more aggressive than the first. It was the third time now that Isis saw Osyrus decimate the young woman with another crippling drop… 

Did Isis really want to see Jade get hurt that bad? Isis climbed onto the apron, ducking into the ring. ”Omar stop it.” She called out to him, just as he dropped an elbow onto the small of Jade’s back. 

”Stop it, I said..” Isis pushed Osyrus back as the two them looked down at Jade’s injured body. 
”It’s my turn damn it!” She kicked Jade in the side of her face as the crowd just erupted with jeers. Isis stomped away for what seemed to be an eternity, before Osyrus stopped her to raise both of their arms in victory. 

”Get the chair Isis,” Osyrus bellowed; picking Jade up by her hair… pulling her arms back in a full nelson while his partner re-entered the ring, after going to the outside to retrieve the chair. 

”Hold her tight.” ‘The Queen of Wrestling’ stated winding up with the chair as Osyrus laughed manically. Jade had nowhere to run, being synched up securely with Isis only inches away. She looked around to the audience as they cheered her on. Suddenly her desperation erupted like a volcano… 

CLANK!

YEAH!

Yeah?! 

Somehow Jade had escaped. Osyrus laid on the canvas as he held the back of his head, wondering what the hell had happened. The ACW fans knew what happened. A low blow from Jade; as she leaned forward, just when Isis was going to strike… back fired in a big way for the hated duo. There Isis stood by herself, looking down at Osyrus; holding her head down in shame for what she had done… but there’s no pity for the guilty. 

And that’s when it was time for Isis to face the judge, jury and executioner. 

Jade tackled Isis to the ground as the two rolled around the ring; jocking for position.. before Jade finally ended up on top, slapping Isis’ head to the left and the right with opened hand strikes. The crowd went nuts as Jade jumped to her feet; grabbing the chair from off of the canvas… then preceded to knock Osyrus’ block off as he stood on one knee with an overhead chair shot. ‘The Beast’ got back to feet quickly, but like before… Jade slammed the chair down around Osyrus’ ears as he fell back. 

With Osyrus down and out; the crowd counted each second he laid there on the mat. Now reaching the number ten, Osyrus didn’t moving a muscle… while Jade frantically searched for the referee. Finally after what seemed to be several minutes; Jade found the ref half way under the ring, pulling him out by his left leg… then rolling him into the ring roughly. The young superstar dove onto Osyrus… slapping her had on the mat for the referee to hurry up and make the pin before Osyrus could come to. 

One

Two

But it was too late. 

The crowd awed when Osyrus got the shoulder up at the last second; Jade too could not believe it as well, pulling on her hair. She tried to keep the dangerous superstar grounded; with kicks to the chest but to no avail as ‘The Beast’ blocked the kicks.. taking her to the ground with a single leg take down. Osyrus had finally gotten back to a vertical base, standing over Jade; just as the blood started to flow and run down the middle of his face at a faster pace. Osyrus; motionless as he felt the blood on the tips of his fingers after touching his bruised face. Examining the blood closely, he looked down at Jade once more before a swift kick to her nose rocked her world. 

Jade rose her head slowly off of the canvas; blood gushing from her nose… tears running down her cheeks, eyes swelling up in irritation as she tried to regain her vision. But the only thing she heard was the faint voice that whispered into her ear… 

”Play time is over.”

She knew the voice all to well as Osyrus pushed her head back down to the canvas… before turning around to make his way to the dented steel chair, that fashioned his blood like a summer dress on a young girl. He leaned down slowly, grabbing the metal weapon of destruction with his right hand.. examining it as he pushed the seat of the chair back into place. Jade was starting to come to; shaking off the cob webs as she tried to get back up. 

Now she was up to a knee. 

Jade looked around to the audience, after hearing their cries for her to stay down. Osyrus only stood a mere two or three feet in front of her; steel chair locked, cocked and ready to decapitate this little girl that thought she could stand toe to toe.. face to face with ‘The Blue chipper’. 

But remarkably the chair that was held over Osyrus’ head started to lower and lower. Did he have compassion for the woman that was taking him to the limit? He started to look Jade once over before dropping the chair onto the canvas; the crowd roaring their approval as Osyrus stood in front of her… putting his hands together as he applauded her. Isis held her face in pain as she yelled up to Osyrus, “What are you doing Omar?’ His only response was a evil smirk in Isis’ direction as Jade still stood dazed and confused about what was transpiring. 

Isis smirked back… she understood completely. 

……. 

……..

……. 

WHAM!

CRUNCH!

Jade was damn near broken in half when Osyrus turned back in her direction; exploding into her with ‘Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide’ as he lifted her off of her feet and slammed her into the canvas with his impact full, gore like take down… that could only be rivaled by Osyrus’ idol, Kellen Kinkade and his ‘The Killing Spree’. 

The noise level literally jumped ten fold with hate filled chants for Osyrus, while Jade laid on the canvas unconscious... or so it seemed. But the man himself seemed to love the reaction; motioning with his arms for the audience to give him more. He walked back over to the steel that he previous dropped; placing in his hands as he stood over Jade, with the top of the chair pointed downward. 

The reaction changed instantly when Kain appeared on the ACWtron, being restrained by two large ACW officials. When Osyrus saw Kain on the screen; he laughed manically… switching the chair from both hands to the left one as he made a cross motion with his right arm, but ended it by flipping off Kain. 

’Want her, come get her…” 

Osyrus quickly drove the chair into Jade’s inner right thigh, in a stabbing motion… hitting her several times with the chair. And each time the chair made contact; Jade screamed out in terror. Kain could be seen struggling even more with the officials as Osyrus loved every second of the torture. 

”Had enough bitch?” He snarled; but Jade said nothing… Only the middle finger rose into the air was her response. 

”So it’s like that huh?!” Osyrus stabbed the chair into her left shoulder; the same arm that she flipped Osyrus off with. He slammed the weapon this time into Jade’s left thigh numerous times as her shrieks of pain grew more violent that even Isis turned away. 

It was only getting more animalistic.

Osyrus struck every joint in Jade’s body; each shoulder, each knee cap as her body was spread out and the young woman didn’t move a muscle due to the pain. Jade was in a very bad situation; and it was getting worse as Osyrus kicked her legs wide apart… standing there for a few seconds before licking his lips. Even Isis rose an eyebrow, wondering what the fuck was going to happen now; after all the ACW audience had seen already. 

The former two -time champ kneeled closer to Jade’s crotch as he rubbed on his, before turning his nose away… “Never mind, I don’t know where the fuck you’ve been and damn sure don’t want to catch something!” Osyrus snickered as he stepped on Jade’s crotch with his foot; before standing over the top of her with the chair aimed at her neck… touching it slightly before raising it back into the sky. 

Kain broke free as he ran off camera; seconds later he came bursting through the curtain as he ran down to ring.. just as Osyrus slide out of it. Kain dared Osyrus to get back and fight, but the self proclaimed ‘The industry’s best and brightest star’ thought other wise. 

”How does it feel knowing that your little girlfriend is tougher than you are Kain?” Kain looked down at Jade’s bruised face as she had on a half smile, before dropping her head back on the canvas. Kain turned his attention back to Osyrus; now even more infuriated. 

”You want me in the ring Kain, you don’t deserve it. You don’t even to deserve to be in it right now. But as far as getting your hands on me sometime soon,” Osyrus paused; throwing the blood stained chair into the crowd, hitting a few fans. 

”Fuck you… You can’t wait.” 

And with that said; Osyrus and Isis back pleaded down the ramp, huge smiles on their faces… before disappearing behind the curtain. 

Kain stood in the ring all alone. Not physical, but mentally. He started to hit himself in the head with his right palm; wondering how he could let Jade challenge Osyrus and not be there to save her when she needed his help. He tried to lean down to pick Jade off of the blood splattered canvas; but the EMT’s refused. As Jade was slowly lifted up by two ACW trainers; she frowned angrily in Kain’s direction before being carried out of the ring. 

”Fucking Osyrus!” 

That seemed to be the theme of the night; as he kicked the bottom rope before ducking, and sliding out of the ring. Luckily Jade had survived this encounter with Osyrus, but what would happen in the future if Kain is not around again. Tonight she had proved that in a man’s world.. there was always one strong woman to stand up against the biggest chauvinistic pig…. 
Scoring a point on the board for the women of wrestling, but would her efforts be enough alone?

Osyrus – 2

Jade – 1 

Kain – 0 

One could only wonder what the score would be next week on Courage? 

Only time will tell. 

Winner: No Contest

HAWK sat in his office as the clock ticked away on this weeks Courage again. It had been one hell of a two weeks with the cancellation of last weeks show due to Environmental Health and the half year numbers coming to the ACW offices, but it wasn't going to end there.

HAWK checked his monitor as the Courage was still on a commercial break from the Jade Vs. Osyrus match, before that was, he got a holler from someone outside.

"HAWK COME QUICK!"

HAWK shot out of his seat as he opened the door to his locker room, as a huge amount of activity was going on outside his office. An ambulance sat nearby the backdoor entrance as he moved over to there. As Jade was already in the ambulance, he thought nothing of it until he seen another stretcher whiz by him as Joe Stern came running up to him.

"Joe, what the fuck is going on?"

"It's Rivers man, he's been beat up bad...with a pipe or something it looks like."

"What? When did this happen?"

"Must have been a during the Osyrus match, we found him right outside ICU's locker room during that match."

HAWK shook his head as he watched ICU standing at his locker room looking in at the ambulance, were Rivers was being loaded up, blood pouring from a head injury as well as his neck retained in a harness. ICU caught HAWK's gaze as he waved over to the ACW staff member before kicking open his locker room door and walking inside.

HAWK sneered at ICU as he left, as he left nothing to the imagination as to what had happened, but beside the ambulance, inside the crowd, Mark Wilson, the ACW columnist and now Interviewer caught up into the crowd to see what was going on.

"Hey man...do you know what happened?"

"No, I don't...but hey what do I know anyway...I'm new here."

As Wilson moved closer to peek a sight of the man, Khristain Keller turned around and winked at him before laughing sadistically, as the ambulance turned on it's sirens and hastily moved away from the arena.

Questions galore for next week's Courage...and that is when they were all to be answered.

It seemed that in ACW...nobody was safe, not even the Owners.