Pardon the Interruption…

Last Week, the battle ground was decided. In a heated confrontation; Winters, Dunn and Boyd decided that their long brewing rivalry needed to come to an end! In a matter of weeks, at ACW's most important PPV of the year, Legends... it would be winner takes all, like it should be. Winters vs. Dunn and Boyd, Winters Inc. vs. Team Resistance. 

Hell, pretty much good v. evil... and I'm not talking about the TV show on the Sci-fi channel. As fans still slowly piled into the arena that night, tension was in the air. Lots questions needed to be answer How would this week compare to last on the ACW violence level? Would Ethan Winters pull out surprises of his own to counter the revealing of Team Resistance's fifth member? 

Before the fans in attendance had anytime to react, everyone was pleasantly surprised to hear 'El Distortio De Musica' by Everclear roar over the P.A system as the lights and pyro, flickered and exploded on the stage. Maybe the match that was supposed to happen last week, would actually take place... that coward Osyrus was trapped in a corner this time, and there was no way out. As the theme continued to play, everyone was still pretty much pumped about the night's opener, all eyes focused on the entrance way... but that excitement started to slowly die down. 

It was about two minutes now; and no one had stepped through that curtain as predicted. Some people that were standing, sat back down, in their hard arena chairs... What the hell is going on back there? Did someone forget to tell Kain that he had a match? Maybe this was part of Ethan's plan... taking out Team Resistance one by one. Could Kain be unable to wrestle here tonight, being that he was still fired? 

But just as the jeers got louder, a hand slowly separated the black curtain. Reactions changed in mid-air, which was reminiscent of the Rock/Hogan feud of 2002. Jeers to cheers instantly as figure in all black stepped from the gorilla position... 

It was Osyrus. 

Kain's theme still played while Osyrus slowly rose both arms in the air, clad in total black attire: Leather jacket, tank top, jeans and boots, which was definitely not wrestling gear. As he had held of both his arms in the air, slowly looking side to side... he extending his arms outward, in a mock crucifix fashion, and Everclear was immediately replaced by the chorus of Rape Me", which got enormous boos. 

"What the fuck?" A few fans muttered to Osyrus; as he looked their way, then shot an intimidating look as the people got quiet. But no one could blame the fans for being mad at all. How in the hell was ACW or Osyrus for that matter, going to continue to falsely advertise something they said was going to happen, but didn’t? Osyrus smirked as the fans boo'd him louder and louder; the noise level rising and rising, even louder than Osyrus' theme which continued to play in the background. The former champ swung himself into the ring, just as the announcer rolled a microphone into the ring... Osyrus wasted no time ripping into the crowd. 

"I bet you feckers thought you would see Kain tonight, but as always... you thought wrong. That seems to be the tread in this crappy ass place called Michigan. Everywhere I went in this damn town; I met the dumbest mother fuckers, you would ever see... And racist to boot. Staring at me as I walked through the malls, which are just as shitty as the town. Come on, what's wrong with you fucking people huh? Haven't you ever seen a successful black man before in your lives? Unlike the ones that are bums on the streets, begging for your forgiveness.. for the mistakes they have made in their lives. If there's one thing I hate more than smelly bums around the world, especially in the bum capital of the world, Detroit..." Osyrus paused, which got huge heat from the crowd after his last comment. It had been the 

constant theme of the past few weeks in ACW. The former champ's blatant abuse of the fans... but everyone knew deep that Osyrus loved when the fans reacted. He continued where he trailed off. 

"Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, if there's one thing I hate more than the homeless people in Detroit... and face it, if you don't make as much money as me, and no one does... than you're all fucking bums by default, whether you like it or not. But I hate those fucking people who want and crave for others to feel sorry for them. Like that loser Alias, walking around here still talking about how he got his ass whooped by me two weeks ago. Face it fecker... No one beats Osyrus! Live with it, or thrown yourself on '8 mile'… and get run over by a bus.” 

He was interrupted again as he got boo’d by the fans; looking around the arena, surprised to be receiving such negativity. In his mind, Osyrus thought everyone should bow down as respect the man that they all came to see. 

”…You don’t know what I am talking about? You know, that shitty ass road that Eminem put over in his movie. What was the name again…” Osyrus scratching his head with his right hand, holding the microphone under his left arm pit. “Oops, sorry I can’t think of the name… I’m too good to see terrible movies like that. But all kidding a side; just like that no talent, piece of shit rapper… you all should be run over by a bus. Hell, I’ll be the bus driver, as long as I don’t have to see each and every one of your fucking poor, sorry ‘fat’ not ‘phat’ asses every a fucking again.” 

Osyrus stops in mid sentence, he leans on the top rope, flipping off some of the fans ring side.. then he adjusts his jacket as he walks back to the center of the ring. 

”This is my world motherfuckers, and if you got a problem, come and solve it.” 

”I’m crawling in the dark, 

looking for the answers…” 

At first, some of the people were thrown off.. having never heard this theme before in ACW. But as “Crawling in the Dark” by Hoobastank played louder and louder… it had finally donned on the ACW crowd. Even though they never heard this theme come out of ACW, they did hear it somewhere else. The place they heard it from also had 3 initials; where every week the theme would play... just before one of the most charismatic superstars in wrestling today would walk down to the aisle. Cocky smile on his face as he cracked his knuckles and smirked toward the fans… no one was safe from him in his own fed, not the girls or the guys. Because as the curtain was pulled away, the crowd caught a glimpse of the man that was on his way to ring… Black silk, buttoned up collar shirt that was tight against his rippling body. Blue jeans and black Lugz boot shined as he stepped from behind the curtain… where the roof just blew off of the Detroit arena because… 

RIO F’N NEXAN had shown up in ACW. 

MEGA POP~ 

Walking to the ring, Osyrus looked at Rio in absolute shock; he had not expected his former nemesis to show up here, tonight. The question on everybody's minds was why the hell was Rio Nexan at an ACW event? Simply because of Osyrus? Looked that way, judging by the sinister grin on the Cuban's face as he rolled into the ring. Half the crowd had begun cheering for psycho-Rio, the other half remaining silent. They were, quite plainly, stunned. The former two-time ACW Champion wasn't about to take this lying down, though. He didn't appreciate anyone interrupting him and as Nexan began to approach him, Osy's face became a mask of anger!

"STOP RIGHT THERE, RIO! I KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE!"

Nexan halted, and folded his arms. He knew why HE was there, but the Cuban Assassin was eager to know what Osyrus thought the reason was.

"YOU'RE JEALOUS OF ME!! THAT'S RIGHT, FUCKER! YOU'RE JEALOUS THAT EVER SINCE YOU BEAT ME, I'VE BECOME POPULAR AND GONE ON TO BIGGER THINGS! YOU'RE JEALOUS THAT I'VE BECOME ONE OF THE HOTTEST PROPERTY IN THIS INDUSTRY TODAY! YOU'RE JEALOUS THAT I'VE BECOME THE BIGGEST MOTHERFUCKER IN THIS INDUSTRY! YOU'RE JEALOUS THAT MY EGO OVERSHADOWS ALL! YOU'RE SIMPLY JEALOUS!" 

Osyrus screamed at the top of his voice, which was the catalyst for *huge* boos to break out in the crowd.

Jealous? Rio Nexan? It wasn't like the Cuban. Of course, he HAD changed dramatically over the past couple of months. Maybe he WAS jealous.

Rio continued smiling, however. And in one quick motion, he grabbed the microphone out of Osy's grasp, enraging and shocking Osyrus at the same time. The crowd slowly began to cheer, and as psycho-Rio went nose-to-nose with Osyrus, the arena was about to explode. This was the first time the two warriors had met since the closure of fEar Wrestling.

The place where both men undoubtedly became famous. Osyrus for having a defined mean streak and for being THE rising star of the company. Rio Nexan for the new dimension he brought to the organization; the mind games he played… the tenacity he displayed, his struggle to eventually claim the Heavyweight Title in glorious fashion… And the way he turned his back on the fans simply because the Cuban wanted to pull one over his enemies.

Majority of the crowd remembered the classic 2/3 Falls Match the two men in the ring had. It was the catalyst of Osy's rise to fame, and an exclamation point on Rio Nexan's undeniable resilience and potential.

"Osyrus. You are completely and absolutely... CORRECT."

The crowd? Stunned. 

Osyrus? Even more stunned but after a second or two, he recovered and smiled smugly. What Osyrus failed to realize was that by hesitating for that second, he'd given psycho-Rio the opening he needed.

Game on.

"I am jealous. I'm jealous because after having made you famous, I've had to watch you become the biggest motherfucker on this planet. Fuck, you were in PIW. Cusimario or something owned that joint, ain’t I right? Or was it.. Krow? I can't remember, I hated the place. Loads of people loved it. You're a former two-time ACW Champion. Damn, man. Look at you. You're fucking awesome now. You've beefed up and you've become a freaking machine. But you know what?"

The crowd was dead silent right now. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Osyrus?

"What?"

Nexan took a step back and wiped the grin off his face.

"You've fucking sucked in the past couple of weeks. YOU HAVE BECOME WEAK."

It was official; the loudest recorded pop in ACW history was emitted. Smoke started to come out of Osy's ears and The God Of The Underworld clenched his fists. He was ready to lash out at the man standing in front of him. One he'd never beaten. Maybe this time, Osyrus could change that. Fact was, psycho-Rio was far from over.

"I'm here to help you, however."

The cheers quickly morphed to jeers, and a chant broke out.

"REEEE-OOOOOOH SUCKSSSSSSS!!!!!!"

"REEEE-OOOOOOH SUCKSSSSSSS!!!!!!"

"REEEE-OOOOOOH SUCKSSSSSSS!!!!!!"

The Cuban Sociopath looked up at the sea of humanity, that seemed to have trouble deciding whether to despise him or worshipped him, and smiled. It was the way the psycho wanted it. He wanted them to be confused. He wanted them to constantly change their opinion of him. Simply because he had the power to do so, and simply because he thrived on it. Osyrus, on the other hand, kept his eyes locked on Nexan, his fury continuing to build up deep inside of him.

"I'm here to help you, because I know you're capable of more. You say you're gonna go solo again? The way you were in fEar? The callous way you treated everyone with disregard and brutally punishing your enemies? You're past that. I know there's something more inside there. A hidden interior. One only you know of. One you don't want people to see. But you have to bring it out in the open, or you're gonna continue down this road. The road for pussies. What do you say, Osy? Would you let me help you?" psycho-Rio said crisply, as his eyes indicated how serious he was.

Passing back the microphone to Osyrus, Rio took another step back, while Osy stood there, calming down. Contemplating. A decision had to be made, and it had to be made on the spot.

"REEEE-OOOOOOH SUCKSSSSSSS!!!!!!"

"REEEE-OOOOOOH SUCKSSSSSSS!!!!!!"

"REEEE-OOOOOOH SUCKSSSSSSS!!!!!!"

Osyrus brought up the microphone to his mouth. But he left it there. He kept silent, his eyes still transfixed on Rio.

The crowd hushed.

"YES."

And with that, Osyrus dropped the microphone to the mat, causing Rio Nexan to smile widely. He'd done what he wanted to, and it seemed Osyrus and Rio Nexan were now... partners, for the lack of a better word. But suddenly, something happened.

Osyrus Vs. Jason Kain

0syrus was distracted in the ring, much so in fact, that he didn’t see a hooded figure… also clad in all black, come from the crowd. Matching color steel chair folded under his right arm, as the figure slide under the bottom rope and into ring. But it was too late for the former champion to react, the chair slammed into his skull with a thunderous impact even though his hands partly blocked his face, when he turned around. 

Rio Nexan looked on from the outside, the mysterious figure not taking his eyes off the stirring Osyrus, who held the back of his head in pain… mouthing of cuss words while still on the canvas. The much smaller figure dropped the steel chair next to him, face still covered in the shadow of his black hoody.. He slowly reached back with his right hand, grasping the top of his hood as he slowly pulled it back. His identity was revealed. 

Jason Kain. 

What a reaction that attack from Kain got from the crowd, they popped so loud, you would think the Lions won the super bowl or something… which would never happen in this lifetime. Kain slowly walked near the far right corner, not even taking one eye off the cagey veteran Osyrus, while he was handed a microphone by the announcer. He made his way back to where Osyrus was on the canvas, who was now on his back, covering his forehead.. where blood slowly creep down his face. Jason leaned in closer, kneeling down on one knee as he spoke to Osyrus softly. 

”So you thought I wouldn’t be here tonight Osyrus? You really think that I would miss an opportunity to take out a member of Winters Inc? Actually Omar, can I call you that… doesn’t matter,” Osyrus looking up at Kain, flipping him off and calling him an ass hole, as Kain responded with a kick to Osyrus’ bread basket. “… As of late, no one knows what side you’re on? You say that you want to help the team, then in the same night… you turn your back on them. I really could care less if you help Winters or not, but I’ll make sure that you don’t make it to Legends!” The crowd replied with a tremendous pop, just as Kain turned to the ref, that so happened to be sitting on the outside of the ring. “Hey ref, get your ass in here and start the match!” 

And with that said, the bell rang and the match was on. 

Kain swooped down on Osyrus, hooking the outside leg as the ref hit the canvas as well. But Osyrus was too fresh, maybe Kain didn’t hit Osyrus hard enough with that chair… he kicked out easily at the count of two. Kain was frustrated, but still in control, he dropped an elbow on Osyrus… then another and then another as he went back to the pin fall. Again, Osyrus powered out while Kain rolled off, then was back on his feet. Jason took a running start, thanks to the added velocity from bouncing off of the ropes first, he drop kicked Osyrus in the rib cage… where Osyrus reacted instantly as he held his side and rolled out to the arena floor. Kain was on a roll. 

The attack, starting the match earlier and the game plan was the way that someone should prepare for the former 2-time champ. On the outside, Osyrus tried to regain his strength by avoiding Kain, which lead to no avail as Kain was in hot pursuit… sliding out of the ring as he chased Osyrus around the steps and back into the ring. The ref was on his guard, ushering the IOW star to back away from the ring… Rio obliged, raising his arms in the air as he slowly back pedaled up the ramp way. 

Back in the ring; Kain followed right behind Osyrus, who remarkably got to his feet, then preceded to bounce off of the ropes.. then drove a hard Stone Cold like elbow in the back of Kain’s neck. Osyrus leaped back onto his feet, driving another stiff elbow right in the vertebrate of Jason… It was a nice game plan that Osyrus used to counter and move the momentum back into his favor. Constantly driving elbow after elbow into Kain, not to mention the on point wrestling techniques he used like snap mares and rear chin locks… which kept the ACW fire cracker grounded. 

”He not so fucking tough now is he” Osyrus yelled out to the crowd, while they responded the only way they knew how with him… and that’s with loud, non-stop jeers. Osyrus’ grip around Kain’s neck tighten like a noose, wrenching tighter and tighter, while the ref checked for an illegal choke. 

Dealing with a competitor like Osyrus, anything was possible. As the ref checked the hold; and seeing nothing illegal, he lifted Kain’s arm up once… falling quickly down to the mat. The Detroit audience rallied behind the Team Resistance member, chanting his name in addition to Osyrus sucks… which got Osyrus more pissed off as he tighten his grip. It had no affect however. 

Kain was elbowing Osyrus in the stomach, slowly getting up from a knee to both feet. Rio on the outside, slamming his palms into the canvas, telling Osyrus to take Kain out. Kain continued to fight to get free, switching in between elbows and punches in Osyrus’ gut… as his grip started to loosen. Kain slammed one hard shot into Osyrus’ chest, which got him free, but just as Kain was going to take off against the ropes… the Personification of talent grabbed Kain by the back of his neck and slammed him to the canvas with a mat slam. The crowd boo’d how good a counter that was, as Rio also applauded Osyrus. 

The man himself on the other hand, spat on Kain… then walked over to the ropes as he spat out to the crowd. Osyrus was definitely making friends tonight. 

‘The Beast’, like Osyrus liked to call himself sometimes, kneeled down as he put his knee across Kain’s throat. The ref started the count while Osyrus continued to choke Kain.. the ref’s count reached to four before Osyrus released the hold, holding up his arms. As soon as the ref backed off, Osyrus went right back to work on the neck of Kain… choking him more intensely, the ref counting faster to make Osyrus react more quickly. 

And like the last time, Osyrus released the hold at four, but not before he told the ref how he felt about him…”Back the fuck up you sorry ass ref, learn how to do your job right,” When Osyrus meant right, he meant let him cheat at all costs. Kain, although taking a lot of physical and vocal abuse, was not out of this match yet. He punched Osyrus in the stomach with closed fist shots that backed Osyrus up, as he was being brought to his feet. Kain was close enough to Osyrus, so close in fact, that he attempted a clothesline… which was ducked then countered into a overhead belly to belly suplex as Kain spun around. He hit the mat hard as Osyrus dropped down, attempting a cover. 

Kain got the shoulder up at two, as the ref’s hand was coming down. Osyrus knew he was in control, too much power and speed for an athlete his size… picking Kain up roughly by his next, before slipping behind him with a waist lock. The former champ went for the 5 Star Suplex, but Kain was ready… a right leg grapevine, around Osyrus’ right leg… stopped the move cold. And with a sharp elbow to Osyrus’ gut, a go behind.. and a little help from Osyrus’ tank top, Kain took Osyrus down with a nice looking Russian leg sweep. Kain waited for the right moment as Osyrus got to a knee, taking him back down with a dangerous DDT in the center of the ring. He followed up that sensationally move with another running attack, this time when came charging back… he leapt into the air and dropped a knee right into Osyrus’ chest. Double ouch. 

Kain let out a primal scream before pouncing on Osyrus, left and right closed fist shots to his face barraged Osyrus from trying to think of any way to escape. That’s when Nexan hopped on the apron.. 

Once on the apron, the ref turned his attention to ACW’s guest tonight, telling him to get down. Kain too was distracted as he made his way to Rio, mouthing something to him, as he returned his attention back to the man getting up from the canvas… Bad mistake. The crowd oh’d as Osyrus drove his bicep into Kain’s groin…. He staggered back a couple of steps, before charging ahead again, but was thrown into the mat with velocity by Osyrus’ The Hard Way. 

Osyrus staggered back, the ropes supporting him up, just he made his way to Kain. He reached down, spread Kain’s legs apart as he called for the sharpshooter… aka The Personification of Pain. Osyrus stepped through with his right leg, slowly leaning forward to add more pressure. Suddenly Osyrus was hooked as the ref started to count his shoulders down… One, two.. He kicked away at the last second. 

Both men got up at the same time and charged toward each other, Osyrus went in for the clothesline, Kain ducked… a boot to the stomach and a Implant DDT later, Osyrus was back on the mat. Kain jumped on top of Osyrus… hooking the outside leg, making the cover. Again the despised Osyrus escaped. Kain was now getting frustrated while Osyrus slowly got himself back up. Hottwire grabbed Osyrus by the head, tilted his opponent’s weight just right… popping the hips and lifted Osyrus up. Kain T-Bone suplexed Osyrus in the center of the ring.

And he was not done. Kain picked up the hated heel again, slipping behind him with a waist lock and German suplexed him in the center of the ring. Kain held on to Osyrus as he attempted the move again… WHAM! Kain was going to pull the Benoit triple German suplex, just as he successfully hit the second of the three. Near the ropes; Kain felt Osyrus fading in his arms.. locked his grasp in tighter than before, slowly trying to get Osyrus over for the last suplex. No go. Osyrus counted with the leg grapevine as Kain used earlier in match, but the counter was effective until Osyrus pulled the ref in front of him… then kicked his leg in between Kain’s for the low blow.

The champ signaled that he had enough; picking Kain up onto his shoulders, telling the fans… Oblivion was coming. But just as Osyrus spun Kain, he hooked Osyrus’ head, countering the finisher into a really cool looking inverted diving DDT. Osyrus’ head hit the mat with a thud, both men down in the ring.

Kain slowly crawled toward Osyrus, moving closer inch by inch.. then lunged out as he draped his arm over Osyrus’ chest. The ref got down and made the cover.

One 

Two 

Foot on the rope. 

Kain and the fans all thought that Osyrus was beat. 

Kain jumped up and down as he stomped his feet before tossing Osyrus into the corner, then hammered away with rights and lefts… punches and kicks. Kain looked down at Osyrus, slowly raising and inter-locking his hands in the air, signaling that the Electric Slide was coming. Kain had no problem hooking Osyrus up, but just as he was about to get that running start… someone tugged his leg. It was Rio again, causing Kain some difficulty tonight. Kain released Osyrus, as he fell to a knee.. as Kain went to have words with the IOW psychopath. 

The ref demanded Rio Leave as Kain hooked Osyrus again, but this time Osyrus countered again with another low blow. Kain released the hold instantly, Osyrus turned to face Jason… lifting him up onto his shoulders for Oblivion. But something changed in Osyrus’ mind. Instead of slamming him onto the canvas, he turned facing the ropes.. twisting his opponent, then tossing him throat first on the rope. Kain’s weight hitting the rope, then flying off made a tremendous whiplash and stun gun effect… Kain hit the mat and instantly grabbed for his throat. Osyrus went for the pin and hooked both legs as the ref counted Kain down. 

”Rape Me” by Nirvana played as Kain still held his throat in pain, Osyrus slid out the ring and retrieved the steel chair that he was struck with earlier. He reentered the ring, and stood over the help less Kain… he rose the chair into the air, swiftly driving it into Kain’s throat. Kain writhed in pain on the canvas; the ref stepped in the way, trying prevent another attack, but instead received a chair shot to the stomach for his heroism. “…everyone wants to be a fucking hero, how sad?!” Osyrus exclaimed as he kicked the ref out of the ring. 

Rio smirked on the outside, just as Osyrus rose the chair into the air for a second time…. He brought the chair down fast , but stopped shy of Kain’s face as the crowd didn’t know how to react. 

”I would finish your sorry ass off, but you’re not worth it…” Osyrus spat again on Kain. 

”You don’t work here anyway…” 

Osyrus exited the ring, as he and Rio Nexan of all people, left the crime scene. 

Winner: Osyrus