LIVE! March 2nd
from Chicago, Illinois.

PREVIOUSLY... As the ACW machine spends it's second successive week in Chicago, things are close to boiling point in the federation itself. Last weeks show was not lacking the usual tussle of an ACW show, what is was lacking was any outside appearance from either Ethan Winters, or the duo of Dunn and Boyd. 

This begs the question what exactly are these three men up to? 

Sides

As the show began, he stood in the ring, gathering all the animosity that was bore down upon him. Ethan Winters always enjoyed his little speeches in front of the capacity crowd, but tonight, he seemed a little edgy.

He was no longer the top dog anymore, and it was clearly troubling him, mentally and physically. He was unshaved, his hair was a mess and was now a fridge just below his sunglasses, all in all, he looked terrible.

"Erm...three weeks ago, the week before Apocalypse, I made a big mistake, I took my little spat that I have with Dunn and Boyd too far, I'll admit that, but you have to understand, what Dunn and Boyd are doing now is far far worse than be holding them hostage for 20 minutes!"

Boo's echoed around the arena as Winters' pathetic plea for help was kicked back in his face, he pulled his glasses off and slung them in his pocket, now he was mad...

"You people don't know anything! Dunn and Boyd have pulled a curtain over your eyes, you have no idea what those two fools are up to back there! Plotting my demise! It's sickening."

The crowd cheered this time as Winters paced around in the ring, heaving his arms in the air and shaking his head in dismay.

"You people would want to see me out on the streets?!"

CHEER

"Bastards! Don't you worry about it, I'm not going to go down without a fight, this is my federation, it says my name next to majority owner, I have the 55% share, not Dunn or Boyd, ME!

OK, that's it, DUNN, BOYD, get your asses out of the cafeteria and look me face to face like men!"

The crowd got to their feet as they watched to the entrance for the two founders of ACW, as Winters was still smarting in the ring, shaking his head as he looked down at his feet. As the buzz grew inside the arena, it changed to a frenzy as the ACW World Heavyweight Title glinted in the lights, as the ACW World Champion brushed through the curtain, ICU.

He was then followed;

Jason Kain

Geo Vacton

Alias

Followed by;

Dunn

Boyd

The fans went nuts, as the Resistance stood at the top of the ramp way, looking down upon Winters who was now in the ring, alone, fearing for his life. Dunn had a mic with him, as he as tapped it to make sure it worked, he smiled at the fans as they were truly on his side.

"Don't worry Ethan, my men aren't like yours, we are not here to attack anyone, we are here, to do business."

The crowd groaned a little, they wanted to see Winters received more punishment, so did the Resistance, but it wasn't the right way to go about things.

"They are sick of it Ethan, my men, they are sick of you, and the way you run this federation with no knowledge or respect for the business. These men are here to do a job, and if it wasn't for me, these 4 men would no longer be ACW employee's, as they were on the verge of leaving this federation because of the way that you were treating them, and every other superstar...now.."

"Hold On A Damn Second!"

Boo's echoed through the arena once again as Winters paced the ring, smiling for the first time tonight.

"You mean to say that I was this close from having these 4 out of the door, and I should be worried about that? For one, you've got a juvenile delinquent who couldn't even keep a job as ACW the last time he was here. You've got a guy who#s clueless and goes around with people called Magick Man or whatever the hell his name is. You've got a deformed freak whose girlfriend is about to bail once I fire her, and then Dante is gonna kick his ass, AGAIN, one more time...and then the Champion.

The SAVIOR OF ACW FROM WINTERS' TYRANT WAYS!

Wrong.

If I was to admit to you right now Ivan, you're a poor man's People's Champion, hell, if SilverHAWK walked through the door at any minute, I doubt you'd have a fan in this arena if they were to choose sides.

The fact of the matter is Dunn, that I'm currently arranging for them to leave ACW, I'm gonna fire all four of them when I get the paperwork through, what are you gonna do with your little squad then huh? Take them to another fed? I hear WCW is looking for workers..."

Dunn smirked, as did the 5 other individuals on that stage.

"That's where you're wrong Winters. Call up your lawyers and they will tell you exactly what I'm about to, you can't fire any of these 4 guys, because last week, myself and Boyd arranged for their contracts to be protected unless all the shareholders in ACW deem otherwise. Therefore, unless me and Boyd have a sudden change of heart, they aren't going nowhere!"

Scratching his head for alternatives, Winters leaned against the ropes as beads of sweat trickled down his face.

"OK...OK...you seem to have done your homework on this Dunn, so what am I going to have to do before your troops come and beat me up again then?"

As Boyd pulled out a piece of paper, he began to read the list.

"Myself and Boyd would like our old jobs back, wrestlers would have to agree to matches before they were placed in them, a team of bookers is to be installed to plan shows and..."

"YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T CARE!"

Dunn looked in anger at Winters as he scrunched the piece of paper up in his hand, he knew that talk was going nowhere with Winters.

"You've taken 4 of my roster, and turned them against me, but 4 on 5 is not great odds is it?"

The crowd at the top of the ramp looked confused, as Alias and Jason Kain whispered to one another, suddenly, the boo's in the arena grew louder, as Winters INC walked up from the sides of the big screen, and walked up beside the ramp, touching distance away from the Resistance.

A*Dubbs, Dane Rivers, Scott Perry, Dante Inferno and Osyrus now stood beside their boss in the center of the ring, all of them looking rather confident as they were now 5 men at a 100%, unlike the last two previous weeks.

"You see, I'm not going to take any more crap from you guys up there, I have the 5 most talented wrestlers in the World behind me, fighting for me, against anyone who comes in their way and mine. Tonight, two of your guys against two of mine! Dane!"

Winters looked back as he brought forward Dane Rivers, the 6'11'' German monster posed in front of Winters, standing in front of him like a rock. Winters tapped him in the shoulder, even though he could barely reach it.

"I'll give you your credit ICU, you beat the big man, yeah, but not without the help of you Kain! You think just because you're back you can do just about anything you like around here? Uh huh! Tonight you will go one on one with the Man Mountain, Dane Rivers!"

After the fans gave their approval of such a match....Winters began to speak again, as he looked at the remaining four of his men, as they were lined up in the center of the ring.

"Speaking of ICU, I think that you should once again, be facing one of Winters INC, but who to put you up against?"

Winters walked back to the line up, as Rivers walked to the corner of the ring and leaned against the turnbuckle.

First, Scott Perry, holding his TV Title.

"Scott Perry, ACW Television Champion, a belt you won from the very man himself. Your sneaky, devious, and also a talented worker in the ring."

Next, A*Dubbs...

"Without a shadow of a doubt, THE most promising talent in wrestling today. Not only does Dubbs have one of the most acidic tongues in wresting, but he has the talent to back it up!"

Winters side stepped, as he met Dante Inferno.

"Dante Inferno, the most dominant figure in ACW today, and I would bet, unbeatable on one on one matches, eh Kain?"

Winters looked in Kain's way as the Resistance member had to be held back by Alias. Winters then looked to his right to see his main man.

"The boss, the King, ACW God, the man whom retired SilverHAWK...OSYRUS!

So who will it be?"

You could almost hear the fake drum roll.

"Scott Perry."

And with that, Dunn and Boyd took their troops off the stage one by one, leaving the ACW World Champion on the stage, nodding his head, as the battle loomed, it wasn't only a match for Resistance Vs. Winters, but for ICU to redeem himself after the screw job that took place as Perry took the TV title from him...

It stands ICU 1 - 0 Winters INC, which side will get another notch in 2 hours time?

Passenger?

As Winters INC pushed through the curtain from returning from the ring, Dane Rivers moved to the right, A*Dubbs and Osyrus to the left, and Ethan Winters kept going. They all knew their places for tonight, except one man, who stood just before the stage entrance, silent, his mind occupied with other things.

Winters turned around, as Dante stared a hole right through him.

"It seems like I'm being left out here Ethan?"

Winters moved towards Dante, he was in a more confident mood than he was in 20 minutes ago, but Dante didn't care, Dante didn't care about much.

"C'mon big man, you know that you've been less than 100% over the last few weeks, with being beaten off Kain in that Heels Gate match to then having that Simli guy cause you so much trouble last week, I thought I'd give you a week of rest so those injuries can heal up, ok?"

Dante shook his head.

"I'm healed."

Dante's reassurance to his boss was greeted with a smirk.

"Dante, you had pretty bad burns, not to mention some pretty big gashes along your arms and sides...there's no way that your healed."

Winters patted Dante in the back, the precise point of contact with the burning cage that Dante had connected with around 3 weeks ago, but Dante was affected at all...

"OK, then...I'll keep you posted Dante, make sure you don't leave the arena. OK?"

Dante nodded, he had nothing to leave for, except an empty hotel room and a bill...he was staying, but who was going to get on his back this week?

Words For The Foe

Just before Nature's match he had a few words to share backstage. With a cold stare he spoke hs words.

'Charlie LOC...or shall I say L-O-C Life of a Coward. Are you surprised? Yea I know you are I'm still here. If a lighting bolt from the heavens can't end me, what makes you think an cowardly attack from man can end me?'

A little smile appeared on his face.

'What you don't understand is that the Apocalypse began for me a long time ago when I was given a second chance at life. Yes, I am already living my New Testament. But your New Testament, your new life begun two weeks ago. You've set me off Charlie and a new revelation has began. Which means I will reveal to the world the true colors of man when he tries to live and hide behind an image that's really not his. You have the acts of a tough man, but the question is are you really as tough as you claim to be?'

'Remember Charlie boy, cleverness always beats Cockiness'.

His words left everyone with something to think about, especially Charlie Loc.

Sssh. Lighting Is The Devil~!

Quinton paced around the dark room, solemn. In deep thought. And unable to see where he was going. But that wasn't the point.

The point was, HE WAS HOT.

....

"Gentlemen, I do hope you know that this is very serious."

Silence. Quinton frowned, and stopped pacing about. He placed his palms on the large wooden table, and with his eyes boiling with seriousity... or something, he glared at the two men that were sitting completely in the dark. One's tall, one's short. That is all that could be made out.

"Remember. This is no joking matter. This thing will shape your lives, as well as mine!"

Silence again.

Quinton farted. And smiled sheepishly.

Then, silence. AGAIN.

"So, can you turn on the funken lights?!"

FINALLY, NO MORE AWKWARD EERIE SILENCE! YAY~~~!

Quinton growls and puts his index finger to his lips, "Sssh. Lighting is the devil~!"

Groans were heard, as Quinton folded his arms and once again, began to pace around the room. He stroked his non-existent goatee and smiled. Why? Why was he smiling? Why was he acting as if he was l33t enough to have a goatee?

Because.

It was going to be a good night for him. He knew it.

He just KNEW it.

Rook Vs. Nature

    

With the music 'Mask of Sanity' by Children of Bodom playing Rook made his way down to the ring to flashing lights around the arena with a little smile on his face . But before he could even step into the ring Nature came storming down the ring and attacked him. This was an irate Nature that we hadn't seen since he was hit on top of the head with a machete at Apocalypse. 

After a series of punches and kicks to Rook, Nature decided to inflict more pain by ramming his head into the steel steps. After endless amount of warnings from the ref Nature threw his opponent into the ring. Nature stayed on the offensive by cornering Rook into the corner and delivering shoulder rams in the midsection of Rook and elbows to the face. Then he followed with an illegal one handed chokehold. 

The referee grabbed the arm of Nature which took his attention off of Rook. Nature was now in the face of the ref which gave Rook time to gather himself. Rook shook off his pain and then grabbed a hand full of Red hair and delivered a Reverse Implant DDT. This maneuver shifted the momentum and put Nature's fury to halt. Rook then went for the cover

One 

Two 

Th

No. 

Nature was still in it. Rook jumped to his feet and delivered some stiff kicks to the head of Nature. He was very aware off the machete shot he took to the head at Apocalypse. Rook aggressively put up Nature by his head and sent his into the ropes. Nature bounced off the ropes and ducked one clothesline he then bounced off the ropes and duck another one. 

Nature then stopped his in tracks and just stared at Rook, Rook went for the charge but Nature cleverly stepped out the way he guided Rook over the top rope. Nature then uncharacteristically climb the top rope. He measured up Rook air then soared through air and came crashing down on Rook with a clothesline on the outside. Nature then stayed with the fight on the outside not knowing he was playing right into the game of Rook.

Nature set Rook up for a suplex. He tried to execute it but Rook wouldn't budge , he tried yet again but Rook still didn't budge. Rook delivered a punch to the Nature's ribcage and then broke the hold and spiked Nature DDT. Yet again more pain to the tender head of Nature. Rook then looked around for one his favorite objects, a chair. When he spotted one and smile came across his face he wasted no time grabbing it. 

He held the chair in the and played to the crowd. 'It's Showtime' he shouted. He patiently waited for Nature to get to his feet. Slowly but surely Nature got to his feet. The ref jumped to the outside and tried to intervene but Rook shoved him out of the way, this gave Nature time to sneak in and deliver low blow. Nature then got out of dodge and staggered to the other side of the ring. 

The ref decided to get back in the ring and try to count them out. AS the ref started counting. Rook still had his chair still looking to deliver some pain he made his way towards Nature on the other side of the ring. Nature struggled and grabbed a chair of his own. The crowd stood to their feet. 

It looked as if the were going to meet halfway and collide. The charged out one another but the ref again jumped to the outside and cut off the collision. The directed 'You suck chants' at the ref. 'Get in the ring!' The ref shouted as Rook argued with the ref Nature cleverly entered the ring first. As Rook still argued with the ref on outside Nature took a few steps back and delivered and baseball slide kick to the back of Rook's head. Head snapped forward and inadvertently made skull to skull contact with the ref.

Nature then grabbed Rook and rolled him in the ring, Nature entered the ring, but not before grabbing a chair. It was free time for the Nature no ref, a defenseless opponent and a chair. Nature this time waited for Rook to get to his feet. Rook slowly got his feet and when he turned around he was introduced face first to a chair. 

The shot echoed through the arena and Rook was flat on his. Natured then hurried to the outside and tried to the revive the ref so he could make the three count. It took Nature longer than expected. The ref finally began to come to, and Nature not knowing of Rook high tolerance for pain entered the ring unguarded. As soon as he turned to check on Rook, he this took one of the most furious chair shots to the head ever seen in ACW. The chair severely dented and Nature just folded. The crowd chanted 'Holy Shit' in unison. The blood ran down Nature's face like a river.

The ref slowly entered the ring and Rook made the cover and slowly counted..

One

Two

Thr

The count was stopped, Nature by instinct put his foot on the rope. Rook was furious and got Nature into more troubled. He picked Nature up and arm by arm tied him up in the ropes. Rook picked up the chair, he stalked Nature. Rook took advantage of a still dazed ref. 

Rook went to deliver another furious chairs hot but stopped. He decided to do something else. He took a few steps back came charging with the chair looking to ended. But like a mule Nature thrusted both feet in the air and kicked the chair right in the face of Rook stopping him right in tracks and collapsing to the mat. Nature arm slowly broke free, Nature stumbled over and just fell on Rook. The ref made the count...

One 

Two 

Thr

EE!

The battle of chairs hot shots was over. The bell sounded. Nature was the victor but he paid the price. He slowly rolled out of the ring in a bloody mask stumbled towards the back.

Winner: Nature

Rematch

Ivan Unger roamed the halls proudly. 

His chin was positioned high in the air, as if he was showing it off in a way. He was alone in these halls, but knew that once he turned the corner about 5 feet away, he would be alone no longer…for at the end of this hall, he knew that if he took a left, he would find the owner’s office. 

He and Ethan had plenty they needed to talk about. 

As he approached his destination the door swung open vigorously. There the man stood with an extensive smile on his face, staring in the direction of Ivan.

 He staggered away from the office as Ivan meagerly made his way over to the office. 

Meeting in the middle the two stood there own ground, as they walked straight into each other. 

With a smile still on his face Scott Perry looked at Ivan and started to chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” Ivan asked. 

Scott stopped his chuckle and snapped into a serious mode. 

“You remember TV title match. I beat you! And now I get my shot at the gold again. You’re GOLD!” Scott chuckled some more as he started to walk away. 

Ivan thought to himself about his last match with Scott. 

He was right on one level and that was he did take his title, but in thought this time it would be hell for anyone to take this title away from him.

Too legit to Quit

The crowd had erupted in boo's at the very sight of A*Dubbs in Ethan Winters' office. Winters sat back in his luxurious chair, although his mood wasn't very luxurious. Ethan sat up, took a sip from his drink and then patted his desk with his pen.

"Allen, I like what you've done lately...taking that back-stabbers belt and all. I like it a lot. You scored a few points in my book for that one last week." Winters dropped his pen and leaned back on his chair while he kicked his feet up. 

"Which is why I'm going to give you a Very special opportunity this week."

Allen cocked an eye at Winters. "What sort of opportunity?"

Winters chuckled. "I'm going to give you a chance to go legit...I'm going to give you a rematch with Geo Vacton for his title tonight., but Allen, you better not screw this one up like you did at Apocalypse. You better win this one! Winters INC needs you to score a victory tonight!"

A*Dubbs scratched his chin. "Thanks boss.. I ain't gonna let chou down, hell no. I'ma go 'dat match and show that foo' what this jigga iz all about, ya hear me?"

Ethan smiled. "Yeah, I got you."

"Good. It's on then." Dubbs spun around and opened the door slightly, but he quickly had a change of heart. 

"Boss?" He walked back up to Winters' desk.

"Yes?" Ethan looked up from the sheet of paper he had been reviewing as Dubbs walked to the door.

"Y'know, since I'm goin' legit tonight...how about we up the ante, y'know. Let's make this match, this match that I'ma do legit, be a match that ain't legit?"

Winters didn't seem to comprehend. "Make a legit match not legit? Have you been smoking that stuff again, remember, I've gotta keep a clean federation here?"

"I'mz talkin' bout takin' this beatin' I'm 'bout to put on Vacton to a whole new level! I'm talkin' tables, chairs, bats, chainz, and anything else I can find in 'da arena! I'mz talkin' about makin' this match a hardcore match, homes!" Allen tightened his hands into fists.

"You wanna fight Vacton in a hardcore match?"

"Yes'ir"

"Hardcore match it is then, Allen!" Winters smiled and stood up to shake A*Dubbs' hand as if to seal the deal. Allen replied and then tightened his hands into fists again.

"Tahnights mah night, yo!"

The Nation Of Domination. No, Degeneration X. Wait, The Corporation! Or... nWo!!

"Smoke Two Joints" by Sublime began to pipe throughout the arena. And as Quinton May bounced out, full of exuberence, the fans cheered. But they were wondering... why was he so happy? Last week, he seemed so despondent after his defeat to A*Dubbs. Now, it was as if he got a couple of blowjobs and a lifetime's supply of Ash's Expired Milk.

Quinton was about to reveal all.

He rolled into the ring, and asked for a microphone. So he got in. With the fans cheering, Quinton May raised his right arm in the air and grinned.

"HELLO EVERYBODY! IT'S ME, QUINTON!"

Another loud roar of approval, for the chap everybody had began to like. The tenacity and bravery of this guy grew on everyone quickly, and it was no surprise that the cheers were getting louder. To May, it felt surreal. And somewhat un-nerving. But hell, this was a positive thing. Quincy had every reason to feel flatered.

"So, okay. I've been in ACW for a while now. And I have some missions I have to embark on. Some... personal quests. But you know what they say about people with personal quests; they need a group of people! To help! And offer moral support!" Quinton boomed, as he began pacing around the ring.

And slowly, the fans caught on. Somewhat.

"SO, LEMME INTRODUCE... THE FIRST TWO MEMBERS OF QUINTON'S ARMY... THE TWO MEN WHOSE NAMES WILL BE ETCHED IN HISTORY FOR BEING THE FIRST TO JOIN QUINTON'S ARMY.... JANITOR HOWARD AND JANITOR MORRIS!" May screamed at the top of his voice, his veins about to pop out of his head.

And suddenly, the crowd hushed.

"She Bangs" by Ricky Martin.

Some started vomitting, those who were dancing to the tune... got punched.

A tall janitor then appeared from the back and walked quickly to the edge of the stage, raising his arms up in the air like a psycho lunatic on the hunt for young girls to spank. Most recognised him from last week, where Quinton May kicked over a trash can and he was the janitor who was in charge of keeping the area clean.

Seconds later, a short and older janitor strolled out, an orgasmic smile plastered on his face.

Instantly recognised as the janitor who had a run-in with Dane Rivers many weeks ago; he had conspired with Quinton May to have some fun with Dane, and eventually set the foundation for a brutal May/Rivers showdown at the Apocalypse PPV.

Both janitors looked at each others, before nodding and storming down the ramp. The crowd? Stunned. Quinton? Dancing like a retarded chicken in the ring. As soon as Morris and Howard got into the ring, with much difficulty, Quinton motioned for the two of them to live their arms in the air... and so they did. It was a great display of armpit hair, but there was more to follow.

Much more.

"Ladies and gentlemen. EL JANITORS!" Quinton shouted at the top of his voice, drawing... no, not cheers.

Mass confusion.

What the hell was going on?

Passing the microphone to the old janitor, Howard, May had a massive smile plastered on his face. His plan had finally come to pass. Although the first two members of his Army were janitors, he sincerely believed they had talent.

"This is very cool," Janitor Howard said, before Janitor Morris grabbed the mic off him and began to pace around the ring like someone needing to pee badly.

.... Yeah.

Weird shit.

"THANK YOU VERY FREAKING MUCH!"

Mixture of cheers and boos. The crowd felt the word 'freaking' was demeaning, or something.

"THIS IS VERY FREAKING COOL!"

Ah, jackpot. Massive cheers. Quinton's smile grew wider and wider by the second, and as Janitor Morris passed him back the microphone, it was as if the entire arena were cheering their hearts out for the three men in the ring. A fresh breath of air from the normal ACW shennanigans, obviously. But it still seemed very odd, this whole Army thing, to majority of the audience.

However, before May could resume speaking, "I'm SO Ugly" by 40 Below Summer blared over the speakers, and jeers filled the arena.

Cobris Grayson.

Jay Smash's attacker and nemesis as of late.

He walked out to the stage, in total disbelief at what was going on in the ring. And he intended to make his opinions heard.

"What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? MY GOD, THIS SUCKS!!!!! SUCKSSSS!!!!!! YOU SUCK, QUINTON!!!!!" Grayson hollered at the top of his voice. El Janitors fumed, and looked ready to kick some ass; either that, or it was tea time.

Quinton, however, stood smugly in the center of the ring, unfazed.

Until.

"YOU SUCCCCCCKKKKKK COOOOOOCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

Anger reigned supreme, as May's face turned black.

"FECK YOU! I don't suck cock! Not anymore!" he screamed in response, before realising exactly what he had said. The entire arena fell silent, and stared at Quincy. Cobris now stood, proud, his arms folded.

May bit his lower lip and turned to El Janitors, who were now scratching each other's nutsack.

"Hey, your theme song's I'm SO Ugly... GREAT CHOICE, ARSEWIPE!" Quinton fired back.

Jackpot.

The crowd roared in approval and laughed at Cobris, who growled and attempted to flex a'la Hulk Hogan. Then he realised it wouldn't have made sense, so he just stood there, unable to come up with a witty retort.

"Never mind, YOU DIE NOW!"

And with that, Cobris dropped his microphone and headed to the ring. A referee suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Quinton frowned. He wasn't ready for a match. But he had to. His pride was at stake.

Passenger? Pt 2

I can't take this...

Where is he?

Dante wandered the halls of the arena, frantically looking for the man who has just came back into his life, Simli. 

It was still unknown to the rest of the world just what the relationship between the two men was, it seemed as if they were friends in the past, but after Simli helped Jason Kain win the Heels Gate match at Apocalypse, it seemed Dante and Simli's relationship had changed.

They say the closest ones to you, will be the ones who stick the knife through you...and people wonder why I have no friends anymore?

As he pushed through door upon door, scanning the faces whom stood in each room going about their business, he finally came to the last door, the exit.

As he pushed the door open he walked a few steps forward before clocking the main car exit, to which he walked towards with a purpose...

Pay back will be a bitch...

Jay Smash Vs. Charlie Loc

    

Emerging from the backstage area was Charlie Loc. 

Charlie comes out to a mild pop as he calmly walks down to the ring. He reaches the ring and pulls himself up to the ring apron. From there he looks out all around him into the crowd. He smirks a bit as he ducks between the second and third rope and enters the ring. He runs at the opposite rope and bounces off testing them. 

Another small pop is heard as Jay Smash made his way through the crowd and hops the railing. He then slides into the ring and positions his feet as he stands into a fighting position as if he was ready for battle. 

And with that the bout began. Smash was the first to strike with a fist to the face of Charlie but Charlie fought back with fists of fury. A large fistfight ensued until the two traded shots on the ground doing the best they could to mutilate each other. Finally the referee pulled Smash, who was on top, off of Charlie. 

The two men rose to their feet, Charlie a bit slower than Smash. Charlie wiped at his brow and felt the small, warm sensation of blood that slowly trickled from his forehead. The blood wasn't pouring out in mass hysteria, but very slowly, trickling. And then the attack began. Charlie runs at Smash and hits him with a huge flying lariat. 

With the momentum now changed Charlie goes to work on Smash. First applying a Fujiwara arm bar. Jay Smash wrenches in pain as he wiggles toward the ropes. Finally reaching them Charlie breaks the hold until to immediately pick Smash up and hit him with a Sambo suplex. Charlie goes for a quick cover. 

1.. 

2.. 

Smash kicks out but Charlie is on the attack once again. This time Charlie throws Smash to the ropes. Charlie runs and goes for a clothesline but Smash ducks. Charlie and Smash hit opposite ropes again but this time Smash executes a dropkick. Smash takes his time getting up then gives Charlie a few good stomps before lifting him up and throwing him to the corner. 

With Charlie in the corner Smash steams ahead and delivers a knee to Charlie's gut. Charlie wrenches down in pain and Smash hits an axe kick. Charlie goes down with a thud but Smash quickly picks him up and hits him with a hard scoop slam before going for a top rope. 

Charlie still lies on the canvas as Smash is on the top ready to jump. Smash nails the frog splash from the top rope and fallows up with a quick cover. 

1.. 

2.. 

Charlie kicks out but Smash hooks the leg this time and goes for yet another pin. 

1.. 

2.. 

Charlie kicks out again, rejuvenated this time. Both men stand to their feet and look at each other. The blood still trickles down Charlie's face but it is just another element fueling him to fight. Smash makes the first move running at Charlie with what seems to be a flying cross body block but Charlie makes easy work out of reversing it into a drop kick to the mid-section. 

Charlie then puts Smash into a single legged Boston crab. The pain is excruciating but Smash forbids giving up. He struggles on and on until he finally reaches the ropes where Charlie is quick to pick him up and hit another standing drop kick sending Smash outside of the ring. Charlie quickly runs to the top rope and spring boarding him in the air landing on the fallen Smash. 

The fallen bodies are slowly getting up and Charlie seems to have hurt himself more with his death defying maneuver as Smash is already to his feet before Charlie can get to one knee. Smash hits a swift kick to Charlie's gut sending Charlie stumbling backwards. Smash then pushes Charlie backwards sending him over the guardrail. 

Standing on opposite sides of the guard rail Smash grabs Charlie and tries to hit a vertical suplex over the guard rail but Charlie hooks his leg on the guard rail and then proceeds to reverse the vertical suplex into a vertical suplex of his own sending Smash to land on metal chairs and cool concrete where the fans had barely managed to move out of the way. 

Charlie then notices that the referee's count has reached seven. Charlie high tails it to the ring where he slides in just in time to secure the win. The bell rings just as Jay Smash stands up looking astonished, but he's not going to take that, is he?

As Loc quietly celebrates to himself in the ring, Smash slides in and attacks Loc with an array of punches before slinging him in the ropes for an Irish whip, but as Loc reversed, he followed Smash to the ropes and quickly knocked him over the top rope as Smash toppled down to the mat.

The crowd nearby screamed as Smash fell awkwardly and at first glance, it looked like Smash's leg was broken.

The crowd went silent, as what was surely an accident has turned into a horrid incident, but as Loc looked down at Smash, who was screaming in pain, something clicked, and as Loc climbed out of the ring, the referee tried to fend him off, but was unsuccessful. A full force stomp on Smash's leg virtually...smashed it, as Jay rolled around in horror, his leg at right angles, in places it had no right being in.

Loc walked away calmly, as if nothing had happened, he had won the match, but how can a man live with himself when he performs such sickening acts...ask Loc.

Winner: Charlie Loc

Tales from the Hood

A*Dubbs was in his locker room getting ready for his Hardcore match with Geo Vacton. He had chains wrapped around his hands and there were a few steel chairs laid around his locker room. Perhaps the most sadistic, however, was the roll of barb wire in the corner next to a wooden bat and tall jar of tacks.

"Yo, that nucka Vacton.. He ain't even got a chance. I'm from the hood, homes. I'm from 'da ghettos of N-Y-C. I fought battles with the toughest. I brawled with maniacs that y'all couldn't even imagine. Chains, broken bottles.. Mann.. Nothin' could surprise me. Nothin' could surpass me! I'm 'da king of the brawl, I'm 'da lord of the ring, I'm the heir to the hardcore chair! I'm 'da next United States Champion!"

Dubbs smirked. 

"Fuck, I am the champion! Y'all seen me beat Queertin May las' week! I defended 'dat title.. But know what y'all.. Tonight I'ma go legit. I'ma be the undisputed champion, and 'dere ain't no one stoppin' me. That punk Vacton, he got a smooth move on me last week when he stole my title back off me.. But this week, I'm get the title. And I'ma get it legit. Y'all's don't even know. My crib was in Queens, New York! Them streets'll harden ya lickity splat, dawg.

"From Corona to Jamaica, I made my name known 'cos no one fought as hard as me. 

I pounded their heads in wit' bottles, wit' bats, wit' wrenches, wit' anyhin' I could find, nucka! And yo, back in N-Y... Peeps could run. Tahnight.. There ain't no where 'tah run. Cos' I'ma be on Vacton.. I'ma be on Vacton like a rainbow on an oil spill!"

Dubbs reached down and picked up a can of spray paint. It was presumably the same can that Dubbs had used to write "EX-CHAMP" on the back of Vacton last week. 

"You ready, EX-CHAMP?

Cos tonight, you gonna be nuthin' but anotha chump."

Let’s Make A Deal! - Passive

“The Original Pulp Hero” Alias paced methodically back and forth thru the halls of the arena, the mummer of the near capacity crowd could be heard through the cold concrete walls. 

Base thoughts where all that seemed to run through Alias’s mind. 

“0-2 in the last two weeks. Against Winters fuckin Inc. Though I didn’t deserve the shit that happened at Apocalypse… I can only move forward with that, push back at Perry for another shot. I have too, if not for myself then… ah fuck it, it’ll be for myself. Can’t say last weeks match against O was any sort of closure either.” 

He methodically rubbed his taped fists together, although he wouldn’t have a match tonight it still seemed like a ritual to him. Hell, how many weeks in a row had he had a match? The ambush at the PPV had taken a toll on his body, even more then ever before. 

It’s not like he’d ever use that as the bases for an excuse for his loss to Osyrus last week however, both Osyrus and Alias had formed a begrudging respect for each others abilities in the ring… this just caused them to rip into each other even more when they met. A week out of the ring was a god send for Alias, and with another batch of ‘Grandma’s cough medicine’ he sure as hell would be on the right track once again. 

Alias rested against the hard hallway walls… content with his self-induced pacing. Tonight had been out of the ordinary so far… and with what he had planned it was only going to get more interesting by the end of the night. He titled his head back and stared up at the ceiling, his mind shifted to something that had been stuck in his consciousness the last several weeks… the Television Title… only two men had held it. 

The first, ICU, a leader in a group of loners, had kept the belt for an astonishing 110+ days and didn’t seem to be letting it go anytime soon… until one of the biggest blows of this current ‘war’ was struck when, Scott Perry, THE thorn in Alias’s side, stole it from him… go fuckin figure. 

So after falling short against Scott Perry once… Alias had to find some way to regain one more shot at Scott Perry, a clear shot… but that’s the problem with the power structure these days. 

As Andrew Jackson once said… “One man with Courage is a majority.” 

Meaning, if Alias had a snowballs chance in Hades, he sure as hell had to have a plan. A second chance at Ethan Winters last piece of gold wasn’t going to be simple. 

Alias stood there against the wall, head titled to the ceiling… until all to soon it came to him. Alias looked back down and smiled to himself. He had a plan, and if he was lucky… it WAS going to be simple. One thing was for sure though, Winters and Perry where going to do anything they could not to make it as difficult a road as possible. 

Passenger? Pt 3

*BUMP*

*BUMP*

*BUMP*

The noise?

Winters and his desk meeting at the forehead, John, his personal assistant cringed as he watched his boss bumping his head off the desk in dismay, as it was his news that had made his boss do such a thing, was it his bad news? No. Only the news that Dante Inferno had left the building.

"Why? Why? Why? would be do such a thing John? Why? I told him not to leave the building, I told him..."

John didn't know what to say, but as he was about to leave, 2 of Winters INC entered the fray, Osyrus, and Dane Rivers. As they entered, Winters had his forehead on the desk, punching it with his fist, as his PA looked on, a batch of folders in his hand which he needed Winters to sign, he left them on the edge of the desk and moved out of the room, leaving the trio to it.

Osyrus and Rivers looked at one another, Osyrus cleared his throat, indication to the boos that they had arrived. Winters composed himself and lifted his head, putting on a false smile as he came up.

"Boys! Great to see you!"

"What's the problem?" the former ACW World Champion asked, but it was brushed off as Winters shook his head and flipped his wrist.

"You don't have to worry about it...OK, Dane, your match is up...NEXT, so you better get a move on...good luck!"

Dane frowned.

"Luck? Yeah."

As Dane left, Osyrus seen the change in his boss, as he moved from happy go lucky not a care in the world Winters, to pounding of the desk, shitting his pants Winters, as the ACW majority owner was literally cracking up.

"We're all doomed. I'm gonna lose ACW, Dunn and Boyd are gonna fire me, and then that's it...pfft all over!"

Osyrus slammed his fist against the desk, denting it's surface as he pulled his fist up...

"What the fuck are you talking about Winters?"

"Dante...has left the building, it's 4 on 4 tonight, we're...even."

Osyrus chuckled.

"You're joking right? Anyway, I have a plan..."

As Osyrus looked around, he pulled Winters closer to unveil his plan, every second passing, Winters' smile grew bigger.

What were they up to?

Quinton May Vs. Cobris Grayson

    

May ordered El Janitors to exit the ring and probably give each other blowjobs; he didn't want them interfering or getting involved in any way. Janitor Morris thrusted his pelvis and jumped out of the ring in response, while Howard... simply rolled out of the ring. Turning his attention back to Grayson, May realised this was the first test of Quinton's Army.

DING DING DONG.. err, DING!

A test he HAD to pass.

Grayson took a deep breath, before sliding into the ring, immediately ducking a clothesline from Quinton and taking himself into the parallel set of ropes. Having missed the chance to inflict damage, Quincy too saw his momentum take him into the ropes... and as the two men charged towards each other, it was May who undeniably drew first blood, courtesy of a supreme jumping dropkick.

Cobris, stunned, cupped his jaw as he staggered up... and walked right into an amazing overhead belly suplex from the Dictator of QA, resulting in a massive pop from the pro-Quinton crowd. Hell, Cobris was 6'11", 300+ lbs and Quinton tossed him over his own head like it was nothing.

Getting back up, General Grayson charged at May. And got a hiptoss for his troubles. Again, Cobris pulled himself up and went on the attack... and again, tasted the canvas; time time, via an armdrag. Hissing, Grayson pulled himself up again and swore he would get Quincy Mama this time.

Instead, May stunned him, taking the big man down with a superb hurricaranna.

If his goal was proving he could wrestle, Quinton was sure as hell proving it right here, right now.

Cobris forced himself up, and was quick to block a sidekick from May, before laying into the Canadian with a couple of hard punches. Finally, Cobris thought. Yes, FINALLY, he'd gotten some offense in. Six, seven, eight, nine... and while winding up for then tenth punch, Cobris forgot the golden rule.

Don't take your time.

For when his right fist hurtled towards May's face, the Dictator of QA snapped out of his stupor and took Grayson down with an armbar. Following which, he locked in a crossface submission on the giant.

"RUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!" went the crowd.

As for Grayson... he was screaming like a baby. And seconds later, tapped out furiously. Quinton May, caught up in the hysteria of it all, didn't let go, until the referee told him those three simple words;

"Hey, you won!"

By then, Grayson had passed out. Quinton stood up, and raised his arms in the air, as El Janitors saluted their leader. Quinton's Army was well and truly underway, and there was no doubt that Quinton May was driven to go all out in the match.

A large step in the man's life, tonight.

Winner: Quinton May

Ice Ice Baby

Vacton stood outside in the parking lot with a black "TNT" shirt on and a denim jacket on over it. He wore his trademark goggles which didn't steam up despite the air from his lips turning into a fog as they left his mouth. 

He studied the title on his shoulder and grinned as the crowd began to chant "T-N-T, T-N-T, T-N-T." Vacton put his attention on the camera lens in front of him.

"I'm here 'cos I wanna let out a few words for that honkey A*Dubbs..." The crowd roared for a moment, but then simmered down. 

"He says he's going to legit by putting himself into a hardcore match with Me. I say he's going insane." The crowd erupted again. "Does he know what kind of mistake he's making here? You know, there's a reason I'm T-N-T, there's a reason why I'm Dy-no-miiite!

"This kid thinks he's got what it takes to beat me in a match that I made famous in zTw because he's from Queens, New York? Honkey, you've probably never been to Japan. 

You've probably never wrestled in the kind of environments I have.. I'm talking C-4 Death matches here! I have scars all over my body from those matches! I started my career in a little company you may have heard of.. Totally HARDCORE Wrestling? Ring a bell? You know, the company that paved the way for the likes of the Asylum?"

There was a pop from the crowd. 

"I've fought hardcore matches with the best. In ZyberTech Wresting, I was the Titanium Champion, which the equivalent to the hardcore championship. In Twenty-First Century Wrestling I fought a match that is still the record books over there.. I fought a Rage Match with non-other than the 21w World Champion, Mr. Haunt." The crowd cheered. "And I won." The crowd explodes as Vacton paces back and forth in front of the camera.

"Still feeling confident, Dubbs? You can bring all your wrenches, all your bats, all your chains, your tacks, all you got. Nothing can surprise you? 

Heh, ok, I'm up for the challenge. But you better have a freezer ready, because when I'm done with you tonight.. You're gonna need to be on Ice, Ice, Baby!"

The crowd roared, but Geo wasn't finished. He knelt down and picked up a large red stick that looked like a firework. There was a hush in the crowd as he lit it and quickly flung it over his shoulder in the distance. "Cos I'm T-N-T, I'm dy-no-mite!" Vacton walked away as the dynamite exploded behind him. 

Smoke rose off the explosion but there wasn't a fire on the concrete. Still, however, security members rushed the scene to ensure the safety of the area.

Passenger Pt 4

The bump and scratch of a leather jacket meeting a brick wall was enough to disturb the small number of rodents and birds in the array. As the pigeons flocked and the rats squirmed into their holes, the figure slumped himself down on the concrete, taking a well needed breather.

The vibration of his pocket was a signal of one of today's technology, and as he pulled the beeper from his pocket, one look of the LCD screen filled him with disgust, as he tossed the beeper into an empty waste disposal to lay his head on the bare brick.

As the back of his bald head rubbed against the unforgiving surface, it would make most men weep, but not him. The pitter-patter of water splashing against his jeans caught his attention, as he wiped the liquid from his right thigh to inspect it closer to his face.

They say blood is thicker than water, it is also a different Colour.

Dante felt the bridge of his nose, to reveal the source of the blood, his scar had been re-opened on his forehead. Dante breathed a sigh of relief as either his demanding working schedule, or the loss of so much blood had made his eye lids almost impossible to stop from closing.

And as his eye's closed, and his body slid along the wall, he slipped into a dreamless sleep...as the vibration of a waste disposal tried to interrupt his slumber.

The Who?

It wasn't unusual for Dunn to have a huge batch of paperwork to clear each week, but what was strange was that Winters had not given him any since the start of February. As the papers sat on one side of his desk, a laptop computer sat in front of him, open at wwe.com, he sighed, and pondered on the day that ACW would be able to tackle the big boys as far as money stakes went.

"What you up to?"

"Nothing Boyd."

Boyd chuckled, the duo had worked together so much, that they could easily recognize each other at the drop of a hat. Boyd strolled into the bare room with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. Things had become a lot less more stressful since Apoc. They now had people on their side, fighting for the same things that they had been fighting for since the start of the tyrant reign by Winters. They had no worries, just plans.

Boyd peered into the laptop screen, as a small picture of Steve Austin was the main attraction to this coming Monday night's RAW, and as Boyd pulled up a chair, Dunn pointed his mouse at the WrestleMania link, just to make sure.

"Thank God...March 30th...woo, one week after our PPV. You know something Boyd, I remember Bisch saying something one time, that no matter who you are, you can't compete with a WrestleMania, there is just no way, and to think that we were pretty close to having a PPV on the same night as them, we've got off..."

"What are you so worried about Dunn? It's Winters' money, he can lose as much as he wants, as long as he's in a bad mood, then I'm happy."

"I guess..."

"Listen, we've got a lot to do before then you know. Our plan is going not too bad, and as long as Vacton doesn't lose in 10-15 minutes, we are looking in good shape, is everything sorted for the ICU match, if something goes down are we ready?"

"Yeah we're ready, but I'm looking at ACW as a whole here, this feud with Winters is affecting the federation big time. Not only is he just firing talent off, but some talent are no showing, and some potential targets for us are blowing us off because they don't know who they will be working for, us, or Winters."

Boyd took a sip of his coffee as he whole heartedly agreed with everything Dunn had just said.

"Listen, after tonight, we will give the lawyers and call and see where we stand, there has to be something we can do, and if need be, we've gotta get the other shareholder to come down and put his point of view to Winters?"

Dunn stared at Boyd...

"You sure?"

With a nod of the head, Dunn stood from his chair and picked up his cell phone dialing the number.

"It's busy...I'll try later on tonight, Jesus, Winters is gonna get the fright of his life."

ACW United States Championship Match
Geo Vacton Vs. A*Dubbs

     

The beat of ?????? slid into the arena as the "most hated man in ACW" walked out from behind the curtain and into the arena. He didn't come alone, however, he came bearing "gifts." In one hand was a chair, which would be expected. In the other was a bat literally lined with barbwire. He snickered as he slammed the two objects together and tossed them into the ring.

The lights flashed in the arena wildly as "TNT" by AC/DC blasted into the hearts of the fans. The idol, the dynamite crusader, the dynamite kid, the whatever else his fans managed to call him, ran out into the arena. "'Cos I'm T-N-T! I'm Dy-No-Mite! T-N-T!" The crowd sang along and hung onto every word. Geo Vacton grinned as he held his own weapons up into the air: a stick of dynamite and a lighter. The crowd grimaced as he lit and tossed it behind him. A massive boom erupted from behind him as pyro shot up from ramp way. Geo concealed the lighter in his boot, slowly removed his United States Championship title and then charged to the ring.

The bell sounded, which was rather ironic since everything goes in a hardcore match and a bell was a symbol of rules. Whatever the case, A*Dubbs swung his chair at Vacton but Geo was quick to duck it. The match was heated already with Vacton spearing Dubbs to the mat. Geo did a sort of "spinaroonie" move as he kicked up to his feet and then slid outside of the ring where he planned to remove an object from under the ring, but he was knocked off guard with a baseball slide from Dubbs. Dubbs then took advantage of the situation and began also searching under the ring. Dubbs pulled a table out, but Vacton was already on his feet to throw in an assault. Vacton drove a few hard punches into Dubbs' skull, but Dubbs was extremely quick to follow up with closed fists of his own. Neither men won any ground until Dubbs kicked Vacton in the stomach and prepared him for a DDT. Geo was quick to reverse it, however, by flipping Dubbs over his head with a suplex.

Geo stomped on Dubbs and kicked him in the ribs as Dubbs laid on the floor mats. Geo paced back over to the table and removed it completely from underneath the ring, but Dubbs had other ideas for the moment. Creeping up from behind Geo, he knelt down and low blowed Vacton. Geo seemed unaffected, but Dubbs howled in pain and looked at his hand in horror. Geo grinned to the crowd and then knocked on his crotch.. He was wearing a cup! Geo turned around, kicked Dubbs in the chest and then drove his knee into his neck. Realizing that a choke was life-threatening, the referee tried to stop the hold but Vacton shoved him off knowing it was a hardcore match. However, Geo soon realized that chokes were illegal no matter what sort of match you used them in, and he released the hold.

Back to the table. Geo flipped it over and unlocked the legs and then set it up upright. Dubbs was at this point again to his feet, and he looked ready to strike the hardcore veteran Vacton. Instead, however, he slid into the ring. Dubbs grabbed his bat wrapped with barbwire, and taunted Geo to come into the ring. Geo grinned and slowly entered the ring. Dubbs swung the bat wildly, but Geo ducked as he did the chair a few moments ago. Dubbs swung it again, and Geo was able to evade it once more. But Dubbs looked determined, he looked insane. He held the bat now in his right hand and kicked Geo in the stomach. Geo bent over slightly, winded, but again moved out of the way before Dubbs could strike him with his bat.

The game continued until finally Geo drop kicked A*Dubbs and knocked the bat out of his hands. Dubbs stumbled backwards, leaned on the ropes and ducked a clothesline as Geo tried to throw him out of the ring. Geo went over the top rope and just barely missed the table he had set up. A*Dubbs exited the ring and retrieved a chair. WHACK!! The chair hit the skull of Vacton and Geo stepped back in a daze. Dubbs stabbed the chair into Geo's midsection and then hit him once more over the back and then slammed it into his shoulder. Geo was still standing, but incredibly hunched over and about to fall. The crowd was watching with an intensity not seen yet that night. Dubbs tossed the chair and shoved Geo to his knees with his foot.

"Chump!" Dubbs yelled as he applied a headlock to Vacton and then shoved him back into the ring. "Oh, it's on playa!" A*Dubbs once again picked up his bat and stood in a baseball stance next to Vacton; poised to kill. Geo was on one knee when the strike came with a hush from the crowd. As Dubbs pulled the bat back from the hit he also tore part of the sleeve from Geo's shirt. Blood trickled from Geo's arm and the crowd was in a hush. Dubbs continued the assault with shots to Geo's sides and shoulders. Geo now laid on the mat, his shirt torn and his body bleeding. Still, A*Dubbs didn't stop driving the bat into Geo. Geo winced, as did the crowd, with every hit. Finally, A*Dubbs tossed the bat and grabbed Geo by the collar. He began to tare Vacton's shirt off because of all the small holes from the barbwire. Dubbs stripped Geo of his shirt and laughed at the faded words on his back. "EX-CHAMP." The crowd booed hysterically as Dubbs ran his fingers down Geo's back, showing off what he had done to him last week.

Geo was helpless for the time as A*Dubbs lifted Geo up and brought him to the turnbuckles. It was obvious what he was going to do as he eyed the table. Dubbs slapped Geo around on the turnbuckles and squeezed his lips together to mock him. "I told ya's I's was gonna be 'da the champion!" Dubbs wrapped his arms around Geo's back and lifted him up onto his shoulders. With a gut-wrench powerbomb he slammed Geo through the table! The crowd turned away as they hit the table and cracked it in every way possible. Geo seemed to be out cold. He twitched from time to time, but it was clear he wasn't about to jump back up. Dubbs took a blow from the hit as well, but his eyes were open and he was still more than alive to continue the match.

Dubbs climbed to his feet and used the guard rail for support. The fans at ringside cussed him out and let him know he wasn't welcome near them, but that didn't detour him whatsoever. Dubbs picked up Vacton, rolled him into the ring and made a pin. The referee, who had been looking on horror, made the count.

One..

Two..

Thr--

The crowd exploded as Geo just barely got a shoulder up. There was a sudden surge of hope as the crowd stomped their feet and chanted "T-N-T! T-N-T! T-N-T!" A*Dubbs couldn't believe any of it. He climbed to his feet and paced around the ring, obviously strategizing. He picked up Vacton and smacked him across his exposed and bloody chest. It was already by far the most bloody match in ACW Television history. Dubbs dragged Geo onto the turnbuckles once again and through in a few closed fisted punches before bringing him up over his head and into the mat hard with a super-plex. A*Dubbs stood up and taunted the crowd as he put one boot onto Geo's chest, that being his pin.

One..

Two..

Geo snapped his arm up and lifted his shoulder. The crowd was in awe as Geo rolled away from Dubbs and held on to parts of his body in pain. Dubbs shuck his head. "Playa, don't even front!" Dubbs grabbed Vacton and laid out a hit, but Vacton caught it and shoved it away. Geo kicked Dubbs in the stomach and then grabbed him by the shirt collar and tossed him out of the ring through the ropes. The crowd roared as Geo stepped to the center of the ring and held his arm up, saluting the crowd. Dubbs slid back into the ring and charged at Vacton. He was met with a neck breaking super kick from Vacton!

The "T-N-T" chants were playing up again and Geo was living on the energy provided by the crowd. Geo perched the top rope, waited for Dubbs to come to his feet, turned around and leapt off with one of his fabulous moonsaults. Geo connected with Dubbs and both men were down on the mat motionless. Geo and Dubbs' eyes were open, but neither of them seemed ready to jump up. The referee had to begin a count.

One!

There was no reaction from the men on the ground.

Two!

Three!

Geo's head turned to the side to see how far the ropes were.

Four!

Dubbs stretched out his arm, going for the opposite set of ropes.

Five!

Geo rolled slightly, as did Dubbs.

Six!

Geo limply put his arm on the second rope.

Seven!

Dubbs was on one knee as he pulled himself up with his hands on the ropes.

Eight!

Vacton stood on one knee and continued to straighten himself the referee called Nine, and by Ten both men were up and holding on to the ropes. With a strange battle cry, "NUCKA!" Dubbs ran at Geo who quickly dropped down and pulled on the ropes sending Dubbs out of the ring and hitting the guard rail with an insane amount of force. If it weren't for the amount of people pressed up onto it from the other side, the railing would have fell over.

Geo slid out of the ring and managed to through in a few hits on Dubbs before slamming his head into the post for the turnbuckle. The post rang as Dubbs' head was nailed into it. Dubbs crumbled to the floor and Geo acted on it, kicking him several times in the ribs. Vacton went under the ring after he was done with his assault and searched for something. He came out with a fire extinguisher and held it up over his head. The crowd roared. At this point Dubbs was squirming on the mats and attempting to get up. As soon as he did he was met with the cold blast from the extinguisher and was forced right back to the mats. Dubbs tried to crawl away, but every time he did Vacton would sting him again with the blast.

"C'mon!" Geo yelled, taunting him. "C'mon! It's on, ain't it?!" Geo stormed Dubbs with the extinguisher one more time and then tossed the can to the side. Geo mounted A*Dubbs chest and unloaded a heaping of punches to the side of his head and brow, finally making him bleed. Geo's eyes rolled to the back of his head and for a moment he became a psycho as he hammered Dubbs' head into the mat. "Hahahahaha!" He laughed at the blood now dripping from Dubbs' brow and finally let go of Dubbs. He stood up and began pounding on his own chest, proclaiming himself to be a sort of alpha male at the moment. Geo grinned, called out to the crowd. "Gimme a chair!" The crowd by ringside reacted as several members held their chair out to Vacton for his use. Geo grinned and released a full scale assault on Dubbs with the chair. Dubbs winced and cried out after every hit and was managing to crawl away, but Vacton still continued to hit him with the chair until he had eventually wore it out and tossed it to the side.

Geo grinned rolled into the ring and sort of waited for Dubbs to return to the ring. Dubbs wasn't coming back, however, he was on the outside of the ring barely moving. Geo put his boot on the bottom rope and leaned over the ropes to yell and mock A*Dubbs. "Who's the chump now, huh? C'mon! Get in the ring!"  Dubbs did not react at first, but he soon clung to the steel steps leading to the ring and came to his feet. He was obviously broken down at this point. He entered the ring, where one would expect that Vacton would unleash some sort of move but he didn't. He circled Dubbs and was very cerebral about the situation at hand. Dubbs scratched his chin and slowly built up a confidence to take a few steps forward. He was walking with a hunch at this point, his body having just been destroyed outside the ring.

Geo seemed more hyped up then ever. Dubbs was rested now though, and he would be able to release a move. Vacton stopped pacing around and locked up with Dubbs. A T-bone suplex later and Dubbs was again on the mat. Geo jumped to his feet, it was his time. He went for the pin.

One..

Two..

Dubbs kicked out and pushed Vacton off him. Dubbs climbed to his feet and again locked up with Vacton. Dubbs sent him into the ropes and caught Geo off guard with a spinning heel kick. Geo's lip began to bleed as he hit the mat and Dubbs stumbled over to Vacton and locked up again with a grapple. Dubbs belly-to-belly suplexes Geo and then quickly exits the ring. Geo begins climbing to his feet as Dubbs reaches under the ring and finds exactly what he was looking for.. a ladder! Dubbs slides the ladder into the ring, but Geo was already two steps ahead of him. Geo baseball slides into the ladder and in turn hits Dubbs with the ladder! Dubbs stumbles back and began to bleed from his busted open lip.

Geo slid out of the ring and retrieved the ladder. He rolled it in and then tossed A*Dubbs under the bottom rope and into the room. Geo picked up the ladder and spun around, created an impossible position for Dubbs to stand up.  Dubbs crawled to the other side of the ring and got to his feet. Geo charged at Dubbs with the ladder, but Dubbs ducked and zoomed across the ring. As Geo turned around, Dubbs hit a dropkick to the ladder and knocked Geo off his feet.  Dubbs had to use Vacton's downiness to his advantage, and he did. Stomping on him at first, but quickly moving to a more technical stance where he locked on a figure four. Geo reached for a rope, but he was in the middle of the ring and no where near a rope.

Geo fought to reverse the hold, but he couldn't at first. Dubbs had the hold on tight and kept it on. Geo, finally being able to overcome it, rolled over and transferred all the pain onto A*Dubbs! Dubbs, on his stomach, was able to drag Geo across the ring and grab a rope. Realizing it was a hardcore match, however, mean nothing! Geo released the move, however, and soon got to his feet as did A*Dubbs. Both men clambered around the ring and finally there was a lock up. Dubbs won and slammed Geo onto the ladder behind him with a suplex.  Realizing the need to set the ladder up, Dubbs shoved Geo out of the way and put the ladder upright. The ladder was up, but so was Geo. Geo pulled Dubbs away from the ladder and brought him to the turnbuckles where he let out several punches to his head.

One, two, three, four, five, six seven eight nine ten! Geo stopped, slapped Dubbs, and sent him off the turnbuckles with a hurricanranna. Dubbs bounced off the mat, making the ladder teeter back and forth, but the ladder didn't fall.  Vacton again jumped to the top rope, waited for Dubbs to stand up, and leapt off with a missile drop kick. Dubbs evaded the move, and Geo sent his boots into the ladder! The ladder teetered back and forth, and finally came to rest crashing on top of Vacton. Dubbs lifted the ladder and again dropped it on Vacton. Dubbs laughed as Vacton winced below the ladder, and so he did it again. Dubbs then tossed the ladder to the side and set it up next to Vacton but he didn't use it just yet.

Dubbs slapped Geo around a little bit after he picked him up. Geo weakly fought back, but it wasn't much. Finally Dubbs laid on a double arm DDT and slid out of the ring. He searched below the ring and quickly found a table. He set it up beside the ring and grinned as he went back in and thrusted Geo's face into his knee. Tossing Geo out of the ring, Vacton landed on the table. It didn't break, however, but Vacton was flat on it. Dubbs smiled, his plan was working.  He climbed up the ladder and stood on top. With a little signal to the crowd he leapt off with a frog splash, but it wasn't meant to be as Geo rolled off the table cause Dubbs to go right through it! The table nearly exploded as Dubbs went through it.

Now both men were outside the ring and on the floor. Geo pressured himself to get up, but it wasn't much. Dubbs looked up at the lights above the ring and motivated himself to get to his feet. Geo rolled over onto his stomach grabbed the ring apron. He got to his feet and stumbled around as Dubbs was twitching in his spot. Geo rolled into the ring and laid on the mat. Dubbs slowly crawled to his feet and made his way back into the ring where he stumbled around while Geo leant on the ropes. Dubbs, not wasting any time despite their conditions, locked up with Vacton. They canceled each other out and Vacton dropped to the mat, putting him in position to deliver a drop toe hold. Dubbs hit the mat, and Geo slid out of the ring. He found a chair and slid back in.  Dubbs stood up and kicked Vacton in the stomach before he could use the chair.  Geo dropped the chair as Dubbs prepared to suplex him. Dubbs, getting the move over, exited the ring as well and searched underneath the ring for an object of his own. Disappointed, he entered the ring with.. a bucket! Geo looked at Dubbs confused, but soon realized the effect that a bucket can have in a match if in the right hands. Dubbs swung the bucket at Vacton and nailed him in the head. Geo took a few steps back and again leaned on the ropes.

Geo ducked the next swing and picked up his chair. The two weapons clanged loudly as they hit each other, but Geo caught the advantage and poked Dubbs in the stomach with the chair. Grabbing the bucket, he put it on Dubbs' head.  Dubbs ran around the ring like a chicken without a head and walked right into Geo's chair shot. The bucket rang loudly as Dubbs stumbled around, too dizzy to take the bucket off his head. Geo dropped the chair, spun Dubbs around and in the blink of an eye hit the..

GEOCIDE!!!

The crowd erupted. Not only did he hit his Geocide, but he hit it on a steel chair while A*Dubbs had the bucket on his head! Geo went for the pin, the referee slid in to make the count.

One!

Two!

Three!!!!!!

The crowd erupted into cheers as Vacton's hand was raised. Geo pulled his hand from the referee and exited the ring, he had other things on his mind. He pulled out a black bag from underneath the ring and pulled out a can of black spray paint! He shuck it up and grinned to the crowd. Putting Dubbs over his knee, he scribbled "TNT" on his back. Geo tossed Dubbs off his knee and then reached outside the ring to get his championship belt. He climbed to the second rope and held his belt up to the crowd. The crowd was ecstatic. Hundreds of pictures were taken from the crowd of Geo's bloody face and body as he held his title up. Geo hopped off the ropes and exited the ring, giving many high fives to his fans as he walked up the ramp. When he got to the top he again held his title up and yelled to A*Dubbs, though he was too far away to hear it, "ICE, ICE BABY!!!"

Winner: Geo Vacton

Get Even

There had never been a time when he was defeated twice.

Never, simply put, and he planned on keeping it that way.

Tonight was all about getting even, no matter what it took, he would try to end Jason Kain, his career, or his life, for costing him the ACW World Heavyweight Title. 

Since day one, it was all Dane cared about, Winters Inc was still there, but fading, and in his mind, so was All-Star Championship Wrestling. 

But Dane had grown a bond to ACW, and to Winters, who had given him a shot, and shared the same hatred for Team Resistance along with Dunn and Boyd that Winters, and hopefully everyone on his side had.

He sat in his locker room, wrapping tape around his forearms, then pulling the tape loose with his teeth, as he was called on for his match. He stood up, the only thing on his mind, going into a match with Jason Kain...

"Get even."

Play Ball

“Quick Death” suddenly blasted through the arena as the lights went out. As the words “I’ll have you, I’ll have you, wishing for” pumped four times, an orange strobe flickered. Suddenly, as the words “A QUICK DEATH!” scream out, a flash and an explosion set off, and Jason Kain walked through the entryway. The crowd exploded with anticipation.

Kain walked down the ramp towards the ring and stopped before climbing the apron. He raised his hands over his head, then climbed the side and turned to the crowd on the apron. Looking to the crowd for a moment, who cheered wildly at his pause, he turned and climbed into the ring, motioning to the ref to hold the announcer. Kain motioned for a microphone and glared down the entryway for a moment, then raised the mic to his lips.

“NOW SUCK ON THIS!”

The crowd chanted along with his now-classic intro.

“People around this federation have been starting to ‘take sides’ with Winters, fearing their jobs, their lives, or whatever… and I haven’t been able to figure it out. I’m legitimately smaller than most of this company’s roster, but I stand my own. Last week, I walked down to the ring to show my respect to ICU. That was my own doing, and I certainly didn’t plan on Mr. Rivers playing the rookie mistake of turning his attention away from the ring and getting his ass beat.”

Kain thumbs his nose and chuckles to himself.

“Not that the outcome would have been any different.”

He smirks, then brushes his hand through his hair. 

“But he now blames his entire loss on me. What, Dane… you can’t handle a loss on your own!? Are you going to say that a big man such as yourself has to cry-baby a loss that would have been a loss without my involvement? And now I hear he’s planned his revenge tonight, is that right?”

As if on cue, “Tear Away” blasted through the PA, signaling the arrival of Dane Rivers. Rivers walked down the ramp, cracking his knuckles before pulling himself over the top rope. Kain looked at him smugly, knowing that Dane had both the height and weight advantage over him. Dane smiled and stepped right in Kain’s face, showing the crowd the one-foot-two-inch-seventy-nine-pound difference between the two. Kain just raised his head to meet Rivers’ eyes, then pulled the mic back to his lips.

“So what do you got, boyo?” Kain smirked. “Whatever you’re hiding, I got something to counter it. A powerhouse? Technically sound. A set of brass knuckles, just in case? I got me a set of brass balls… so what is it?”

Dane grabs the microphone from Kain and glares at him, backing up a little bit just to make enough room for Dane to look the smaller Kain up and down.

“I don’t have ANYTHING… He does.” Dane pointed up the ramp, suddenly Winters stepped through the curtain with a mic of his own.

“In my hand is a sheet of paper.” Winters smiles grittly. “On it is the signature of someone VERY close to you, Kain. The signature is binding. Putting them in MY ownership… ALLOWING them to compete in MY ring. Kain, if you want to see this person in the ring again, you’ll lose this match. You’ll just take the fall… 1… 2… 3…”

“Hold on, Ethan…” Dane puts up his hand. “I don’t want him just taking the fall… I want to see what he’s made of. Just getting a mark on my record isn’t what I’m looking for. So, Kain, open up your can of whoop-ass… Winters, show him the other paper… MY side of the bargain.”

“In my other hand… is another contract, Kain. ANOTHER person you’re close to…” Winters smiles devilishly. “And well, as you’ve noticed, I’m not going to tell you who. But this superstar’s is ALSO on the line, tonight… It’s up to you, Kain. It’s a lose/lose situation, Jason… so make your choice wisely.”

Kain rushed the ropes and yelled up the ramp at Winters, showing his disapproval of the situation as Dane laughed. Kain turned to Rivers, grabbing the mic back. Dane smirked at the small man’s sudden courage. Kain started to speak.

“I don’t know WHO you think you’re screwing around with, Winters. But this little game isn’t a fair one.” Kain looked to the crowd, then at Dane, then to Winters, then turned to the crowd. “But when the game isn’t fair, that’s when it gets fun right? Who risked his career not once, but TWICE in one match? Not just my career in the federation… but my career in general? 

This is just stacking the odds… And winning a losing game is just like me. But lets just get this straight… when I was a kid, I loved to play with Legos… you know, the interlocking blocks that you can build towers with. But not to build… to destroy. So stack all you want, Ethan. The towers bound to come tumbling down, and at MY hands.”

Kain looked over to Dane and smiled. “So I just have to look at your boy here, Winters. Your superstar. Your personal hero. And I just have to say… FUCK HEROES!!! Dante… I’VE GOT NINE WORDS FOR YOU!!!!”

With that the crowd exploded into chant.

“YOU THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE!?!?!”

The bell rang.

Jason Kain Vs. Dane Rivers

      

The two man glared at each other. One with a completely serious tone. The other, a twisted conniving smile. How hard was it to figure who had which face.

Kain looked sternly toward Winters, who held two contracts… each of unknown value to anyone, only known that they had some significance to Kain. Dane smiled sickly, waiting for Kain to throw the first punch.

“The bell rang, Kain. Go. Be… exciting!” Winters screamed sarcastically, throwing his fist to the air for emphasis. Dane watched as Kain turned his head back to face him. Dane laughed.

That was the end of the fuse.

Kain charged in with a tackle, surprising Dane, and followed it with a barrage of angry punches that had the ref immediately trying to pry Kain off. Dane laughed at each punch, watching the furious Kain get angrier with each chortle. Finally Kain was yanked off and warned to keep the match fair.

Dane smirked as he got to his feet, laughing at the tense look on Kain’s face. Kain snuffed at the laughter, once again flying for a tackle, but Dane scouted it, slipping to the side as Kain dove, leaving the momentum to send Kain flying out of the ring to the outside. Dane climbed out after him, grabbing him by the back of his head, and sending him face first into the guardrail. The crowd booed madly, and Dane proceeded to hit him with a set of strong slaps to the chest driving Kain into a seated position, which Dane concluded with a knee grinding Kain’s face into the metal. Dane stood up and soaked in the crowd’s anger, then pulled Kain to his feet. The ref was at the six count, so Rivers just tossed Kain back into the ring, climbing in himself.

Dane pulled Kain to his feet again, only to drive him back to the mat with a hard short arm clothesline. He pulled Kain to his feet again, but as he rose, Kain pulled up with a quick low blow before the ref could see, and the crowd popped with their approval.

Kain then grabbed Rivers’ head, tucking it and slinging him with a quick snap suplex, then rolled over him, pulling him up with the same hold and dropping him with a DDT. Dane held his head in amazement, but the move seemed to take just as much out of Kain, as both men laid out for a moment.

The crowd watched the ref count out to seven, before Dane got to one knee, and Kain pulled himself up with the ropes. Kain stood up, but turned right into a double-handed choke lifting him high off the mat. The ref started telling Rivers to let go, but Dane would have it as he laughed madly at Kain’s kicking. Finally Dane let go, slamming Kain to the mat, and Dane followed in with a large amount of stomps, making Kain wince in pain.

That’s when Dane realized the weakness… Kain’s ribs were definitely NOT fully healed since the disaster on the roof 6 weeks ago. He pulled Kain to his feet, and wrapped his arms around Kain’s body, lifting him up into a hard bear-hug, squeezing and shaking him, trying to make him submit. Kain flailed a bit then seemed to pass out, as the ref went to check the hand…

Once… The hand went up, then fell.

Twice… The hand went up, then fell again.

Thrice… The hand went up…

…and it stayed up. 

The crowd went wild as suddenly the hand came down with force to the top of Dane’s head. A few more punches had Rivers’ hold faltering, and Kain then set a knee to Dane’s midsection, forcing him to let Kain go.

Kain wobbled back, swaying a bit from the pain, trying to stay on his feet. But Rivers’ shook off the minute pain from the knee and charged in holding up what looked to be the most devastating clothesline in the history of ACW.

Dane swung, but Kain ducked the arm hooking it to complete the full nelson, dropping the Electric Slide! The crowd exploded with cheers as Kain hooked the arm scissor and locked in the Shocking Experience. The match was over… just a matter of time before Rivers succumbed to the excruciating pain.

But it wasn’t meant to be. Winters walked to the apron near where the action was, holding up a contract. “You win… SHE’S gone.” The contract was revealed. If Kain won, Jade was fired. Kain looked at the contract in horror, looking at Dane’s flailing body, then back to the current situation…

He let go.

The crowd booed their disapproval, as Winters laughed up a storm. Kain shook his head in disbelief, turning to the downed Rivers, who smiled sinisterly, yet weakly… The smile grew more grim and sickly as Rivers grabbed Kain with a hard choke. He grabbed a microphone from Winters, pulling it to his mouth, just before he finished the move.

“What was that question again, Kain? You think you have a chance?”

With that he flung Kain to the sky and drove him hard to the back of his neck, nailing The Wall. He dropped down as the ref slowly made the count… 

1… 

2… 

3…!

“DIDN’T THINK SO!” Right into the face of Kain. Rivers smiled, pulling off a strange and unfair victory, but a victory no less. “Oh, and if you thought we forgot our deal…”

Winters dropped Jade’s contract on Kain’s chest… “Congratulations, Kain… You girlfriend’s contract… for the price of Jason Kain’s ACW career!!!”

Rivers stood over the fallen Kain, and held up the other contract, showing Kain’s signature at the bottom. He then pulled out a lighter, and handed it to Winters. Rivers smiled at the so-called brilliant plan, then pulled the mic up.

“Do the honors.” Rivers laughed.

Winters lit the bottom of the contract, throwing the flaming debris at Kain. Kain looked up watching his short history at ACW slowly vanishing before his eyes, then he looked up at Winters, who got right up in his face with a mic…

“Now how did you put it again…? Oh yes… NOW SUCK ON THAT!” Winters threw the mic down as Rivers thrust his fists into the air, congratulating themselves on the victory. Kain could just shake his head in disbelief… the situation was very grim as the ashes were all that was left. Winters walked over to the ropes as Rivers pulled them open for him. Winters climbed out, grabbing the mic…

“SECURITY, GET THIS PIECE OF TRASH OUT OF MY RING!”

Eight security officers walked out toward the ring, as Kain tried fighting them off. But after a few moments, Kain was subdued with only mouthed curses to Rivers and Winters.

Winner: Dane Rivers

Back, And Different

"Look, it's Ron Williams!"

*BITCHSMACK~!*

"Don't be stupid. He left a while ago-WAIT! IT IS HIM!"

Two backstage officials were shocked. Ron Williams. Had returned.

Quite a surprising sight for the ACW fans to see Ronald Williams return once again. The absence from the company seemed to have affected the once lively and friendly character of Ron. 

Not paying attention to the two backstage personnel, Ron slowly strode through the backstage area, with a sense of being strained by every small step he took.

Upon approaching a locker-room, Williams poked his head inside and looked around the shabby, dilapidated state it was in. He seemed to be reminiscing his past. Questions could be asked in numbers toward Ron. 

Such as...

Where was Barry, the rubber chicken which, in his first run in ACW, was continuously by his side?

Ron seemed different. Ron seemed disturbed. What was the problem?

Ron; wearing a pair of brown stone colored chords, and a smart white shirt; brushed the hair from over his eyes and briskly walks down the corridor stopping to glare at various obstacles in his track to his destination. 

He turned a corner slowly and stops as the black silhouette shadow bears down on the tiled floor. Ron, kinda subdued, looked up at the figure who was gracefully standing in his path.

"Ron Williams?"

Williams nodded his head, as... QUINTON MAY stepped towards him.

And right off the bat, May noticed something was amiss. As if he could read into Ron's soul and realise just why he was looking so lost. So subdued. So totally disinterested... in life.

"Good to see you back! You okay?" May asked, purely out of concern. Ron managed a weak smile.

And nodded his head.

Standing there, May continued to bore his eyes through Ron's soul, before folding his arms.

"Dude, it's okay to give six blowjobs in one night. OKAY~~!"

Furious, Williams pushed May aside and proceeded down the hallway, but that only made May puzzled; he was looking at Ron from the back now and seemed to see a whole different side of him. A side that appealed to the Canadian.

"STOP! IN THE NAME OF JOE COLE! JOIN THE ARMY!" he cried out, before giving chase.

.... Weirdos.

Let’s Make A Deal! - Aggressive

Courage came back live inside the arena, as fans rise to their feet, waving signs frantically in the air. Thousands of fans sat in anticipation, seeing what could possibly happen next. 

They didn't have to wait very long. 

In the ring, the announcer climbed through the ropes, microphone in hand, and prepared to introduce the competitors of the next match. He cleared his throat and looked out into the crowd, facing the entrance curtain and raising the mic as he has countless times before. 

The next match was about to take place and it was most likely going to be a vicious ordeal for both men. When suddenly "Not Over" by The Full Nine blasts through the arena cutting him off and sending him scurrying out of the ring. The lights flicker then go out. At about this time the announcers begin shitting there pants in anticipation as several spotlights swirl around the arena. The name Alias appears on the big screen, then burns away to reveal 2 flaming words. Anarchy's Lullaby. They start to warp, then swirl into the center of the screen until . . . BOOM! Fire shoots from the front of the entrance as Alias makes his way through the curtains. 

Alias walked down to the ring, a long leather trench coat covered his bare upper body and worn out red leather pants. The crowd erupts in cheers for Alias as he made his way down the aisle, one fist raised to the sky. 

Once he reached the ring Alias slid into the middle of the squared circle. He procured a mic from his jacket pocket and signaled for his music to be cut before uttering his first words of the night to the fans of ACW. 

"This is an announcement from your very own guerrilla Resistance member… enjoy.” 

Now the crowd popped loudly giving a huge ovation for one of there favorite superstars. Alias ran his uncovered fingers through his hair before starting to talk once again. 

"I’m not going to beat around the bush… and I’m not about to fucking ramble. Hell, I’m on borrowed time as it is right now. So I’m going to make this as short and sweet as possible. Ethan… Scooter… get your asses out here now." 

Alias removes his jacket and drops it to the ground before perching himself on the top of one of the turnbuckles. Some of the girls in the crowd give a small cheer for his now bare, chiseled, upper body. All Alias can do now is wait… 

“Not Falling” by MudVayne. 

And not very long, it seems, as a fuming Ethan Winters barreled through the curtains, Scott Perry right beside him… standing as tall as was possible in his continuously weakened state. 

“Who in the hell do you think you are Sheffi…” 

Scott Perry tugged at the sleeve of Ethan Winters like a child would to a parent, and whispered something in his ear. 

“Just shut up for a minute, Scott…” 

Alias gave a sly grin and then cut off Ethan in an eerily calm voice… just like the last time he had confronted Winters. 

"All I want is my rematch Ethan… give me that and night is finished just that much quicker. 

“Rematch… what in god’s name did you do to deserve a rematch?” 

“Winters… trust me, by the end of this show censurers will be crying out my name. My silent rage will be deafening to your ears… if my incredibly simple request isn’t met. You get to decide when and what the match will be… all I want is a shot at Perry… and a shot at his belt." 

Ethan Winters glared at Alias standing in the center of the ring and then glanced over at Scott Perry. He wasn’t about to call Alias’s bluff, that son of a bitch had already given him enough head aches to last a life time. So if he could get him off his back, then… 

“Fine. If it’s a fight you want… it’s a fight you’ll get. You will EARN every single step to get to that title. Be ready to fight next week… you haven’t quite proven yourself to me… if you can win next week… and only if you win… then you fight Perry the week after that. Though, heh… I really don’t see you making it that far. Deal?” 

The crowd gives the proposition a mixed reaction… not to sure what Winters might possibly have up his sleeve for next week. Alias sneered at Winters… this was as good a deal as he was going to get, even he knew that. 

“Deal, bub… and trust me, there’s nothing that’s going to stop me.” 

Scott Perry tugged at Winters arm again and whispered in his ear… this time Winters cracked a small devious grin and patted Perry on the back. He flipped the bird at Alias before turning around with Perry and walking back backstage. 

The ball was in Winters court now, no matter what Alias wanted to think… Alias had to be victorious in whatever match Winters might set him up in next week before getting a shot at Scott Perry and the Television Title… just one week before the biggest PPV in All-Star Championship history. 

The battle on Alias’s side was about to shatter wide open…

Problems.

For weeks and weeks now he had had the upper hand upon his rivals, but now, it was even.

With Dante Inferno on another AWOL, it was now 4 on 4 if any sort of confrontation was to start, and the plan tonight, for Winters anyway, was all out war, but would he change his plans now that he was down a man?

As Winters INC was collected in the Winters office, he looked over the men he had put over earlier in the night, and for the first time, he feared that they couldn't do the job.

"Listen guys, I want the ICU match to be clean OK, so let's just have Scott do his thing and then we can all go home OK, fight another day you know?"

Astonished faces looked at Winters, as their main plan tonight was to cause some havoc in the ring. The first to stand up and take offense, was Scott Perry.

"You mean I'm gonna be left alone in the ring with that psycho? No Way."

"Damn right," Osyrus exclaimed, "I wanna bust some ass tonight Ethan, I've been cooped up since beating Alias last week, and now you've got cold feet all of a sudden? Just because your boy Dante had fucked off, uh huh, you've just fired Jason Kain, he's out of here, that means it's four on three, we've got them easily. C'mon guys, let's go."

"No wait!"

It didn't matter what Winters said, as Winters INC left the office, Winters knew that somehow or another, Jason Kain was still going to be around, and that it would be four on four.

Winters pulled his desk drawer opened to reveal a bottle of whiskey, to which he took a huge swig of, tonight had been a long night, and it was going to be even longer in 10 minutes.

ICU Vs. Scott Perry

    

Scott Perry had been training hard. Doug had let him use the gym facilities all week and had been sneaking him in high carbohydrate food substances. He was a new man; he was almost back to his old form, one week of training made him feel much better. And now he stood, gorilla position, ready. He sucked in a mouthful of air and sighed it out. Whoosh.

He looked down at his television title which lay across his left shoulder, dirty, marked. “Maybe I should get it cleaned.” He thought to himself.

And then…

I stand – MudVayne

It blasted out of the arenas P.A. System, and he got a feeling in his gut. He knew. He knew< that tonight would be his night. Scott knew he was about to become ACW double champion. He whipped the curtain back and confidently paced out on to the stage.

The fans were taken back. They looked on not believing their eyes at first. This was not the same Scott Perry as the one from previous weeks. He paused and looked around for a moment or two. The arena was silent.

Silent.

He strode confidently down the ramp, he looked much better mentally also. Maybe his free time had given his illness a rest. Who knew?

As he reached the bottom of the ramp he took a little skip toward the ring and slid under the bottom ropes jumping to his feet quickly. He raised his ACW television title above his head and, as his music faded out, handed the title to the referee. Now he stood in the centre of the ring awaiting the arrival of his opponent, ICU.

Silently he stepped out on to the stage, the crowd, who anticipated the silent entrance cheered and clapped. He paused at the head of the ramp and acknowledged the fans with a raised hand. He looked down the ramp and was taken back.

Scott was in good form. ICU had not expected him to be back at almost one hundred percent. ICU looked down at his title. It was going to be on the line tonight and Scott Perry looked in good shape. For a moment he doubted himself. For a moment…

But not now. ICU sprinted down the ramp, dropping his title to the floor as he reached the bottom of the ramp. He slid in to the ring under the bottom rope and jumped to his feet, hitting Scott hard with a spear. ICU jumped on Scott and hammered him in the face numerous times. ICU then attempts to deliver ‘Revenge’, he begins the punches to the chest but Scott Perry grabs the strong arm of ICU and rolls over flipping in to an armbar.

The crowd are stunned. Usually Scott would be out of breath by now but he hadn’t even broken in to a sweat. Scott relinquished the hold on the arm and energetically rolled on to his back, kicked his legs in the air and landed on his feet. He flipped over and hit a flip splash on top of the stunned ICU. 

Scott bounced straight to his feet and ran at the ropes. He hopped up on to the middle rope and delivered an Asai Moonsault but ICU raised his knees and drove them deep in to Scott’s chest. Scott stumbled backwards and fell to the ground grasping at his chest. ICU dragged himself to his feet and headed over to Scott. ICU grabbed the back of Scott’s head and scooped him up to his feet. He held Scott’s chin before hitting one of his favourite moves

Depression!

Scott hit the mat hard, the back of his head making heavy collision with the ground. ICU wasted no time in going for the pin.

1…

2…

Scott kicked out with authority. ICU got to his feet and looked down in horror as Scott Perry raised his legs, twirled them around and break danced to his feet before jumping in the air and hitting a spinning kick to the face of ICU, but ICU grabbed the foot, he spun Scott around and as Scott turned back to face ICU, ICU kicks him in the gut and raised him up in to a death valley driver position. ICU flung Scott over his head and pulling him in to a DDT.

Blurry Vision was connected perfectly. Scott flipped over on to his back and stared up at the lights. Could it be over?

It would have been, had Winters INC not flooded the ring and began to attack ICU.

The referee signaled for the DQ as Osyrus took ICU down with a hard clothesline as he got to his feet, as Perry rolled out to the side of the ring, watching as the fans nearby threw empty cups and trash into the ring as Osyrus, Dane Rivers and A*Dubbs were booting the living hell out of the ACW World Champion.

"Osyrus, LOOK!"

Dubbs caught the former champions attention, as Jason Kain stood beside the ring announcers table with a steel chair in his hand. The 3 men in the ring set their guards up, as they blocked the ring off for Kain, he couldn't get in if he tried, even if he was wielding a steel chair. Dubbs pulled Perry to his feet gingerly, and as Perry got to his feet, his eyes opened as he watched the rest of the Resistance flood the ring.

Osyrus turned around to a spear from Alias, and Rivers found his leg being swept from under him as Kain was quick enough to catch him off guard. Geo Vacton slid into the ring and clotheslined both Scott Perry and A*Dubbs out of the ring, following them over the rope and attacking them with right and left hands for all he could muster.

Jason Kain was the center of attention however, as he dropped the steel chair under his right leg and his Dane Rivers in the back of the head with a super leg drop, helped with the steel chair which was underneath him. 

At this point, Alias had mounted Osyrus, beating his face with right hands.

Geo Vacton was outside of the ring, holding both A*Dubbs and Scott Perry in a double head lock, neither of them giving much fight back.

Jason Kain was kicking Rivers to see if he was still alive, but the Man Mountain was knocked out cold.

"Yo Ivan, look at this sap!"

ICU was on his feet, leaning against the ropes, smiling as he watched Kain flick Rivers about the head to no answer. ICU moved to the centre of the ring, and thrust his arms in the air as a sign of victory. As it seemed that the Resistance had the upper hand over Winters INC for the 2nd time in their feud, and somewhere in the arena, Ethan Winters slugged back the whiskey, and in another, Dunn was now speaking to the 4th shareholder.

Who was s/he?

You'd have to wait 168 hours for that...as the rest of the World would.

Winner: No Contest