LIVE! March 9th 2003
from The American Airlines Arena, Miami, Florida

PREVIOUSLY... With the latest ACW PPV only two weeks away, advertising has been a total sham, with no matches booked as of yet and the roster fighting among themselves, it is now time for some order, some structure to ACW and it will come by one mans hands. 

Or so he says...

Smug

"Just at the side door sir?"

"Yes, that will do..."

Ethan felt at home in Miami, as this was his town, these were his people and as the limo pulled up to the side door of the arena, Winters was met by a familiar face in his personal assistant John Flann. Winters moved out the limo as the door was open by his PA, he breathed the humid air and nodded his head in delight.

"Tonight's going to be decent night John, very decent indeed. Are my boys inside, John?"

"Yes they are sir."

"Well, let's get moving..."

As the duo picked up the pace it became apparent just why Winters was so confident about tonight's proceedings. With every couple of steps taken, two fresh police officers took up their place beside Winters, and then another two, and then another two until there were at least 10 police officers around Winters as he waited for John to open the door for the arena.

"Tonight is going to be a very decent night..."

Quinton's Army Meeting #002

"Gentlemen."

"Tonight... is a very special night."

Last week, QA had their first EVER meeting in Quinton's small locker-room. Here they were again, with the lighting being dim, as was the case last week. Quinton was seated, his face barely able to be seen due to the darkness that enveloped the room. But he was smiling; that much could be told. Quinton's Army had gotten off to a great start thus far, and May was looking that tonight would be another good night for the Army.

Janitor Morris and Janitor Howard sat across the table, reading magazines, not hearing what their leader had said. Truth be told, the entire thing was too surreal for them... but Morris & Howard decided that some time reading up on their favourite F1 racers was more important than listening to the Dictator of QA. Not they wanted to do so intentionally.

"GENTLEMEN! I have decreed that you two are the UNOFFICIAL ACW Tag-Team Champions! Once the division officially exists, I'll make sure that El Janitors, as existing UNOFFICIAL ACW Tag-Team Champions, will get a crack at the titles! It's only fair!"

Howard looked up from his magazine and nodded appreciatively at Quinton, while Morris continued to keep his eyes peeled on the Mika Hakkinen article he was reading. Frowning slightly, May bent down and seconds later, popped back up, sliding oddly shaped pieces of paper onto the table, towards El Janitor. The act certainly acquired the attention of the Eastern European.

"What is this?" Howard asked, as his fellow janitor picked up the two pieces of paper and squinted to read the writing on them.

They looked like belts. Championship belts.

"Your UNOFFICIAL ACW Tag-Team Titles! I made them myself!" Quinton squealed as a huge smile broke across the face of Howard.

Morris, however, looked disgusted.

"They look like freaking tampons!"

Howard's eyes widened and he turned to look at his partner, stunned. Morris glared back, as if to say "WHAT?!" then turned to Quinton, who look understandably hurt. Suddenly, May got up from his chair and folded his arms, glowering at Morris. He gulped, fearing a tremendous backlash from his leader for his crude comment. Howard was just about ready to hide under the table.

"I think you need an Angle Slam," Quinton finally said.

....

Morris began to giggle, as Howard looked on confused. Seconds later, it all made sense to the old faggo.. err, man as Quinton & Morris laughed in unison; it was a simple joke, that was all. There couldn't be conflicts within the ranks of QA already, yeah?

Or was there?

Nah.

"Anyways, tonight... we'll recruit another member into The Army! I'm sure of that! But I want you two to go out there later and defend your UNOFFICIAL ACW Tag-Team Titles! Maybe try to bring in a couple more members as well!" May revealed once the laughing ceased, as Morris and Howard stopped reading their magazines and looked at the titles May "made" for them.

Yeah, "made". With the inverted commas.

"But there's the matter of suing the management for firing us as janitors..." Howard began, before Quinton raised his hand in the hand and pointed at his armpits. Morris stared at him, bemused.

Howard's mouth gaped open; he had seen the wonder that was Quinton May's armpit hair. Truly a special day for him.

Truly.

"I'll take care of that! Meeting adjourned!"

A new day was commencing for Quinton's Army. How would it pan out? And could the trio get any weirder?

Tired and Torn

"This locker room was like any other... the smell of sweat, leather.... blood, always hanging in the air."

There Alias sat in his locker room, as always he was deep in thought, it had been quite a harsh month for him. Being defeated by Scott Perry at the PPV had left a harsh and sinking feeling in his gut. and after losing such a close match against Osyrus his spirits hadn't lightened.

All was not lost however, for Alias was part of an agenda more important then his own. The Resistance, the last stand against Ethan Winters, Osyrus. Scott Perry. They where quickly making up ground against Winters Inc., who over the last few weeks even seemed to have started falling apart.

What better timing for a second chance then?

Alias made his move and had demanded one more shot at something he prized, even though he had never touched it. the TV title. Needless to say Scott Perry and Ethan Winters countered and soon enough Alias's destiny was set in place tonight.

Charlie Loc.

Dane Rivers.

One right after the other.

*KNOCK*

Speak of the devil. Alias rose his eyes from his left hand, that he had been meticulously taping, and stared straight ahead towards the open door, at Charlie Loc.

Not waiting to even be beckoned in the Asian Superstar stepped through the door. He had never been one known to have manners but it would’ve been thought he would’ve shown some respect towards Alias….

“We need to talk…” Four stern words left Charlie’s mouth as Alias shrugged and motioned for a seat near him.

Taking a look around the locker room Charlie shook his head. The hair on his head wriggled from side to side as he pushed the chair away with his foot and stared down towards his opponent.

Alias simply shrugged, what more could he do?

Running his fingers through his spiked hair Alias spoke towards Charlie, “And to what do I owe the honour of your visit?”

Laughing Charlie produced a packet of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans and proceeded to light one up. He showed no respect for anything,

For a few moments the room plunged into silence before finally the hypnotic inhaling and exhaling of Charlie’s smoking broke it. He was clearly annoying Alias but he was also clearly being ignored.

The smoking went on for around half a minute before Alias finally grew tired of Charlie’s disrespect and smoking.

“You do realize that we’re going to fight in a few minutes….” Alias’s voice trailed off as he stared intensely towards Charlie.

All he received was a shrug; Charlie was at the height of rudeness.

Whilst opening his mouth to reply a huge smoke ring escaped Charlie’s throat and drifted towards Alias. “That’s why I came here,”

Winking at his opponent the Asian man smiled smugly. Something was beginning to rise it’s just it wasn’t cigarette smoke… it was tension.

The room once again fell into silence as Charlie began to smoke in front of his opponent occasionally glancing around the room before returning his focus towards Alias. Something was not right,

Perhaps it was the fact he was growing impatient?

Perhaps he didn’t want to break his concentration for the two matches that lay ahead of him?

Either way Alias slowly pushed himself up and onto his feet; the chair he was sitting on ruffled against the carpet as he stood.

“I don’t have time for this Charlie… what do you want?” Towering over his opponent his words were like clashes of thunder.

The Asian Superstar inhaled a cloud of smoke and grinned mischievously, if his plan was to demolish Alias’s concentration… it was working like a charm.

As the Superstar known as Alias adjusted his elbow pad Charlie looked up, “Just wanted to know…”

His voice trailed off as fire began to burn behind Alias’s eyes.

“Wanted to know what?” He tried not to sound aggravated,

A sinister look crept over Charlie’s face, “If you wanted a Chair or Knuckles?” 

The two began to stare at each other; Alias looking down as Charlie looked up. All of a sudden Alias burst into laughter,

The man who had been so serious just moments before had cracked as he placed his huge hand on Charlie’s shoulder. Looking at his hand Charlie looked back up at Alias and the two formed a chorus of laughter.

“You came here to ask me that?!” Alias boomed amidst laughter,

“I’m not as rude as you think…” Charlie sent a playful punch into the huge right pectoral of Alias.

The laugher stopped…..

His second hand shot out and clutched onto Charlie’s other shoulder as Alias breathed into the face of his opponent; an uncertain look crept into his eyes.

“Don’t waste my time,” With one swift movement Alias lifted Charlie to the side and exited his locker room.

What had just happened was strange, Alias had surpassingly warmed up to his opponent and Charlie had finally shown some form of emotion. It was all becoming too much to bare, 

Leaving Charlie to finish his cigarette alone in the locker room Alias shook his head and disappeared down the hall; meanwhile Charlie dug his hand into his pockets.

“Looks like he’s getting the Knuckles…” Talking to himself a shiny object appeared on his hand and gleamed in the light of the room.

Chuckling to himself the Vietnamese Viper looked around the locker room before taking a final draw from his cigarette and dropping it on the carpet; he proceeded to “butt it out” leaving a burn mark at his feet.

One fire had just been extinguished… another was just about to heat up.

Smug Pt 2

It was a sight that could only be seen to be believed.

The door to the Winters INC office was open, in front of it stood three armed policemen, and in the office stood at least 5 policemen in the actual office itself, overkill was an understatement.

John, Winters' PA stood beside the ACW Majority Owner as he gazed at his new "protected" with a huge smile across his face. He was waiting...for his "men" to arrive, as a murmur was heard from outside the office.

"Do you have a pass sir?"

"I don't need a fuckin' pass, tell Winters his crew is here..."

Winters screwed his body to the side as he peered through the office door, as the INC were standing just outside. As Winters ushered them in, he got to his feet and opened his arms wide, to show off his new men...the rest of the group were not impressed.

"What's this then?" Rivers asked, as he peered a while straight through one of the officers, who quickly shifted his eyes in the opposite direction.

"Well...since we've been losing to Dunn and Boyd's group for the last 3-4 weeks, I decided that tonight we would bulk up on the security, and stop them from all the back attacks they've been handing out to us the last few shows. Good idea huh?"

A varied response from the group made Winters a little edgy.

Perry nodded his head, as long as he didn't get his arse handed to him again he would be happy.

A*Dubbs nodded also, anything to stop Vacton from the sneaking up on him all damn night.

Dane Rivers and Dante however were in different worlds, Rivers was playing mind games with the cops, and Dante seemed to be in a place of his own.

The main concern however was Osyrus, who didn't answer, he just stared...at Winters. Winters rolled his eyes and sat back down on his chair, his master plan didn't seem very impressive to his men, so he called for the police officers to vacate the room as he talked to his men in private.

With the office now vacated, Dante moved to a chair in the corner and sat down, as Rivers ushered the remaining cop out the door and Perry and Dubbs going either side of their boss, but Osyrus...just stared.

"Is there something wrong Osyrus, you seem a bit uptight?"

"Damn right there is...what the hell do you need all these cops for, huh? Your own protection? Let's get one thing straight Winters, Osyrus doesn't need protection. I didn't need protection when I became the first ever ACW World Champion, I didn't need it when I defeated SilverHAWK, and retired him to grab back by ACW Title when he stole it from me in that cage, and I sure as hell don't need protection from a group that's headed by two nobodies.

Look at who you have in this damn room Ethan. The most promising talent in ACW today, A*Dubbs. The man mountain Dane Rivers, the Television Champion Scott Perry, and the scariest mofo in the company Dante Inferno...plus you've got me. It should be those idiots that need the protection, not us, but your damn sit back and see tactics are doing nothing for us, apart from leaving us with ass kickings at the end of the night. I've gotta prepare for my match..."

As Dubbs tried to stop the captain of the Winters side, he was halted by the hand of Winters, as he let the two time World Champion leave the office for his own good. Winters sighed and tapped his fingers on the desk before looking over to Dane Rivers.

"Dane...you've got Alias soon, you better go prepare, and erm...you won't be fighting very much of Alias tonight OK?"

"HA, no problem boss..."

As the big German left the door open behind him, Winters moved Dubbs to the front of the desk, and then ushered for Dante to join him.

"The main event tonight will be a tag match, and it's gonna be you two teaming up against ICU and Vacton...now listen, we've been beat twice now off those idiots, let's make it a Winters night tonight?"

An agreeable nod from the duo was the answer Winters wanted to hear as the tag duo left the office, leaving him and Scott Perry to be safe in the custody of the Floridian Police Force...tonight was gonna be a damn good night.

Starting Early

The underground zero hero, Otto Lunge, strutted along a corroder wearing a spiffy suit with his graying hair slicked back. He was humming something that sounded like the intro to "Touch me" by The Doors. For those not in the know, Otto is the former lackey of Vacton and now his somewhat of adopted companion. 

He hasn't been seen lately because he's been under the care of non other than the best damn magician slash child care taker, Mama Magick. It seemed as though her training was making quite an impact on him. He looked, almost, good.

But the mood changed as someone who could use a few lessons from Mama Magick soon became a road block for Otto. A*Dubbs. He giggled and stepped in front of Otto. It was clear that Otto wasn't the type to fight someone, anyone.

"Haha, nucka. What chou think you doin', playa?" Dubbs circled Otto. "Mann.. You 'dat cat wit' Gee-oh, right? Yeah, yeah, thas' right."

Otto sighed slightly.

"Yeah.. You a little funny in the head, ain't chou? You like retarded or sumthin'?" Dubbs grinned.

"Mama Magick makE mE a clEan pErson!" Otto straightened himself out proudly.

"Haha, a cle-on person?" Dubbs chuckled lightly.

"YEah. I'm a big boy now. I do it all mysElf, noEn hElp. I drEss, I Eat..." Otto was fairly proud of himself, although he didn't much have the speech part down.

"Man.. What the hellz wrong wit' chou? You can't even talk!"

"Like you should talk." Dubbs spun around after hearing these words, and was face to face with Geo Vacton!

"What 'da hell? What chou want from me?!" Dubbs had taken an immediate defense to Geo's presence.

Geo nodded Otto off. Otto ran away in the opposite direction leaving Geo and A*Dubbs alone. "Were you starting something with my friend?"

Dubbs was showing signs of nervousness. "Huh? Mann.. Don' even front!"

"Because you know how I get when someone starts with one my friends..." Geo clenched his fist.

"Dawg, I ain't started nothin'!" Dubbs shuck his head.

"I see. Well, I'll see you in the ring tonight." Geo turned around as Dubbs whistled, he set off some sort of signal. In a matter of moments Geo had been taken out. Dante Inferno was all over him. Dubbs and Inferno unloaded on Vacton, there was no where for Geo to run. 

Geo tried to crawl away, but that only further set off the two members of Inc. Inferno was locked onto Geo's skull, pounding away. Dubbs kicked Geo several times in the ribs. A*Dubbs seemed to be having fun.

"ARRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" The crowd exploded, Otto had returned with ICU in toe! ICU ripped Inferno off Geo and tossed him to the side. Dubbs had realized the threat and peddled back.

"Yo dawg, we got salted!" A*Dubbs jogged away for a moment, but then realized that Inferno wasn't following. "C'mon, dawg!"

Inferno looked at ICU. 

He could have started the fight then, but he decided to wait until the match. Inferno walked away rather symbolical of his non fear of ICU. Ivan knelt down beside Geo who stared in the direction that Dubbs and Inferno had left in. Geo moved his lips like he was going to say something, but just shuck his head and smiled lightly.

"Damn honkey.."

GAUNTLET MATCH ONE
Alias Vs. Charlie Loc

    

The first match of the night on Courage promised to be quite interesting, not only was it going to be the first time these two ACW superstars met in the middle of the squared circle, but Alias would then have to fight another grueling match against a titan of a man, Dane Rivers. The fans in attendance rose from their seats and turned their heads to the stage. "Not Over" by The Full Nine roared over the arena's speakers, and the fans instantly began cheering in anticipation for one of there favorite superstars. “The Original Pulp Hero” Alias appeared on the stage with a confident and cold look. With his taped fists at his sides, Alias silently rose a fist to the crowd, before walking to the ring. As usual, Alias slapped the odd out stretched hand but continued undeterred towards the ring. 

Alias picked up the pace for a moment and then slipped under the bottom rope and into the ring. Alias began talking with the referee, telling him he didn’t know what to expect but Winters Inc. was sure as hell going to try something. Alias leapt up to the second rope, his arms shooting into the air, before taking a moment to point out the Alias themed signs in the crowd like “Anarchy’s Lullaby!” and “What’s Your Alias?”. 

Alias paced around anxiously in the ring. Not wanting to wait for his opponent in the ring, Alias went outside and waited at the bottom of the ramp in a hunched position. Alias was practically foaming at the mouth... hell; the crowd was practically foaming in anticipation. Alias bared his teeth and waited in anticipation of Loc's arrival. And finally... the man who had retired Jay Smash just one week ago… 

“ the Vietnamese Viper” Charlie Loc. 

“I Stand Alone” by Godsmack blared through the loudspeakers as Loc appeared on the stage; his teeth bared as well. He saw Alias at the bottom of the ramp and knew that although thirty feet separated them, in mere seconds, all of that would change. Loc smiled wickedly to himself and then charged down the ramp. Alias charged up the ramp. It was like to trains roaring forward into a head on collision… and all hell waited in the middle. 

Loc prepared for a clothesline, but Alias ducked it. As Charlie Loc turned around Alias caught him with a closed fist. And another. Alias wasn't going to hold anything back and he didn't expect Loc to either. Alias took Loc by the arm and whipped him towards the ring, following close behind. As both men rumbled into the ring, the bell sounded and the match officially started. 

*DING DING DING* 

*CRACK* 

Only to end just as quickly, as Charlie Loc finally caught Alias square in the face with something that he had had concealed in his fist all along… 

Brass knuckles. 

*DING DING DING* 

Yeah, Alias had won the first of the two matches… but at what cost? The hired gun glared down at the fallen hero, the referee tried pushing Loc away, but to no avail as he walked over to the already bloodied face of Alias. Loc grabbed Alias by the his short cut blonde hair and began to deftly wail away even more at his face with the brass knuckles. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Thrice. 

Loc dropped the near unconscious body of the Original Pulp Hero. As Alias’s head bounced lightly off the mat… blood staining the canvas… Loc left for the backstage area seeing officials streaming down the aisle. The officials scamper into the ring but Loc slides out the other way and hops over the barrier, before waving to the officials and turning to make his exit through the crowd, his job for the night was finished.

Winner: Alias via Disqualification

GAUNTLET MATCH TWO  
Alias Vs. Dane Rivers

  

“Tear Away” by Drowning Pool hits as booing overwhelms the arena. Finally the crowd had realized the trick behind it all… this was all a set-up. 

Dane Rivers strutted down the aisle slowly, grinning from ear to ear as various trash articles hit his huge frame. He passed Charlie Loc, as Loc was on his way up the aisle… both men just sneered at one another. One match into the show… all of 5 minutes… and Winters Inc. had already shattered a piece of the Resistance. Alias would get a shot at the TV title next week if he could some how stand up and fight… but right now that was highly unlikely because all Rivers had to do now was wipe up the mess… 

Dane Rivers had other things in mind… he was about to make this match-up something to remember. 

Inside the ring Alias miraculously began crawling over to the ropes, try to bring himself to his feet, before Alias can get a second knee under his weakened frame Rivers with a double axe-handle. He brings him up to a standing position, presses him against the ropes, and then shoots him off to the other side. 

Alias some how ducked under the monstrous clothesline from Rivers, but Rivers turned around and threw his right hand right into Alias’s face. Alias lay on the ground, evidently vulnerable; as Ethan Winters walked out from the backstage area cheering Rivers on to continue the pounding. Rivers stomped away at Alias a couple of times, before walking over to the ropes and yelling to the crowd… 

“This is your hero!? He’s a fucking disposable hero!” 

Rivers then came off the ropes and leapt up towards Alias. Alias rolled out of the way just in time as River’s elbow meets the canvas. Holding his arm in pain, Rivers managed to stand up, as the crowd roared in adulation as Alias had finally also gotten to his feet. Dane Rivers stands up only to be met by a dropkick from Alias. 

It doesn’t keep Rivers down for long, but as he stands up, Alias flies at him with a cross body-block. Rivers catches him in mid-air, and then, with a forceful grunt, hurled him over with a fall-away slam. Rivers then picked Alias up, and set him on the top rope. Rivers mounted the middle rope, bear hugged Alias, and then came off the ropes with a spinning spinebuster slam. Cover. 

One 

Two 

Foot on the ropes. Rivers took his time exchanging words with the referee, shoving and pushing the official around… screaming in his face, Alias tapped Rivers on the shoulder and then smacked him square in the jaw with an unexpected super kick, knocking the Club to the outside over the top rope. Alias rolled out, then went up to the downed Rivers, picked him up, and slammed him face-first across the steel steps. He pressed him against the steel guardrail, and raining away with solid shots at Rivers ribs. Setting Rivers up, Alias deftly hit two consecutive signature moves in a row, the second move having helped defeat Rivers in there first meeting. A headbutt to the nose, a knee to the mid-section, and then an elbow to the top of the head. 

Click… Click… Boom. 

Followed quickly by a hard low blow and a hard snap DDT. 

Breaking Kayfabe. 

As the ref reaches the count of seven, Alias rolls in, and then back out to the apron to break up the count. He stands up and after quickly hyping up the fans, he runs off with a lariat at the dazed and standing Dane Rivers, but Rivers throttled the still weakened superstar in mid-air, and held him up. The fans watch in awe as Rivers choke-slammed the Resistance member right onto the steel ramp. All and all it’s just another brick in… The Wall. 

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” 

Suddenly a hooded “fan” shot out from his chair at ring side and flew over the barricade towards Dane Rivers, as the goliath stood over Alias’s battered body. The hooded “fan” slammed a swift elbow and then kicked away at Dane Rivers as he kneeled in pain in front of the ring. 

Right about now Ethan Winters was beside himself with rage, his sunny disposition having all but vanished, he rushed to the back… he had to get Scott Perry. 

Finally the fan picked up Alias and tossed him into the ring, as the referee’s count reached seven for a second time. The mysterious man then picked up River’s and executed a crushing full-nelson bulldog into the opposite barrier. At that moment every in the arena realized… this wasn’t any normal fan, and as the man ripped his hooded sweatshirt off, the evidence became concrete. 

Jason Kain

“Ten!” 

With that final count from the referee… Alias had done it. He had gained a victory over both opponents. Exacting his own revenge on Scott Perry and Ethan Winters, and gaining what could possibly be his final shot at Scott Perry’s Television Championship. To bad he wasn’t coherent enough to realize it. 

At that moment Scott Perry and A* Dubbs ran out from backstage area with Ethan Winters in tow… but they realized it was already too late. Kain had grabbed Alias from the ring and the two Resistance members had escaped back into the crowd. Winters kicked and cursed, but Perry looked surprisingly confident as his eyes scanned the crowd. 

One more week… one more match… all he needed was the all important victory. 

Two weeks… Legends… and the war of ages.

Winner: Alias via Count-Out; gains shot at Television Championship.

Starting Early Pt 2

"Fuck is ICU's problem?"

Dante Inferno stated as he and fellow Winters Inc. member A*Dubbs rounded the corner to the Main Hall in the backstage area. 

"Pfft...who gives a shit? Point is we got that beech Vacton! Did you see the way that midget ran out cuz he didn't wanna get stole on neither?" 

Dante smirked. 

"I saw him, I saw him squirming on the floor looking for more..." 

"Hahahaha, that's what I'm talkin bout 'Ferno!" 

A*Dubbs was pumped. 

The man who had a winning streak off Allens' loses was now lying in a hall motionless. And that was the way Allen did things too, whether it be two on ones, or Allen and a chair on one. Despite the hatred, and ammunition the fans threw at Allen verbally, he did what he had been wanting to get done ever since the referee counted a 3-count on Geo's behalf. 

Dante, had other things on his mind. 

He continued on, but Allen made a quick effort to get him to stop. 

"ICU is a pain, a lil nucka thinkin' he's got big balls. Too bad that niggas bout to get his when the time is right. All of Team Resistance will. Tha muthafuckin' reason he came to help Geo wasn't because it was what he thought was right, he saved em' cuz it means his job if Geo can't watch his back. And now that Geo can't, that gives us an opportunity if you know what I'm sayin!"

Dante seemed interested. 

"I know what you mean...let's get back to Winters with the news." 

"Hah, ain't my style." A*Dubbs walked in a different direction, as Dante watched him before continuing on in the direction he was headed earlier. 

Allen whistled as he walked down the long hall, onto what looked to be the start to a stage, and loud commotion. The fans did not know what to think, until music gave them the initiative. 

"It's My Party" flowed through the speakers as Allen walked through, a wide grin escorting his every motion. The fans jeered as loudly as they could. They were widely aware of what had taken place backstage, and for that, Allen received the reaction placed upon him. As he jogged up the steps and through the ropes, not one jeer discouraged his feelings. 

The enormous heat grew louder, as the fans knew what was coming next. 

"Um...is that called for?"

The heat was even louder.

"Heh, just checkin' ya greasy honkeys. Miami. Dayum. Would yall take a second from bonin' yo cousins to look at this place? It's beautiful. First time in a long time where I could pull out the shades and get some bikini action from my womens. And don't get me wrong, Miami do got some FINE asss hoes!"

The fans standing for Allen, did something out of the ordinary. For that remark they cheered. 

Allen let them live it up, as he walked over to the rings left side, and slowly placed his finger in the direction of the crowd. 

"For instance, yo mom looks good, yo mom looks good.." His finger pointed to a different woman each time, as the fans quickly replaced their joy with heat. 

"You know what, I don't like this crowd. Ya'll some haters. So I'll tell you what, I'll get finished, and sadly you won't be seein' my face for an hour while I'm backstage bangin' this cats sister." 

The heat is needless to say. 

"Yeah yeah, whateva. What I came out here to tell yo bitch asses is that ya boy Geo, yeah you saw him back there, oh waitm ya'll don't know who he is? He's that nigga lyin in a doorway face bloodied up cuz he just got his ASS BEAT. In fact, get the Dubbs-o-tron on his ass. Hey yo, directors, whateva tha fuck yall call yourselves, get a tight shot on that nigga backstage I know you got cameras on him already as the EMT's take him away." 

The 'Dubbs-o-tron' laid a tight shot on the face of Geo Vacton, his body still lying in the corner Dante Inferno and A*Dubbs himself left him. EMTs check his pulse and heartbeat, along with placing flashlights on his eyes to see if he has consciousness. 

"Whut up blood?! You feeling lucky I didn't end yo life nucka? I thought so. Well, just wanted to tell you face to face, after all I don't wanna be labeled a coward."

Boo's. Allen pulls out a piece of white paper, raising it up to the air with his left arm. 

"Geo, this piece of paper is something that I am going to hold dear to me for as long as I want."

The fans quiet down, curious as to what the paper states, or what it is. 

"This paper states, signed by Ethan Winters by the way, that A*Dubbs, will face Geo Vacton FOR THE UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! The only catch is, Geo I don't have to fight you at Legends, next week on Courage, and do you know why? It is undated. 

The stipulations? Un-named. 

These are my terms kid, something we have not fought on before. So nucka, you'z bes start eating those wheaties every mafuckin' day, cuz you never will know when this is coming. You won't know when I decide to place a date on this contract, to seal the deal. Just know this, remember it Geo. 

You are not T-N-T, you ain't dynomite sucka. All'z tha fuck you is, is a candle-holder. That belt you claim is yours, naw, all that is, is a resting place until I'm ready for it. Till then, I'll be seeing you around, NUCCKAA!!!!" 

"It's My Party" plays as the fans cannot help but scream at the likes of Al Willis. As he stepped to the back though, he could not say any of their booing mattered. 

A*Dubbs had a title shot, everyone knew that. What they didn't know, was;

When was it?

Smug Pt 3

For a man who's house is falling apart over him, Ethan Winters seemed rather calm as the second half of the show was just about to begin, starting with him main man Osyrus against the ever elusive Jason Kain.

Winter's however had other things on his mind tonight...such as the 4th shareholder.

He had been on to his lawyers all week long, but they could not tell him anything. The initial deal with ACW was that his lawyers were to get the deal done at whatever expense, and it seemed that not knowing whom the 4th shareholder was might have been part of that sacrifice, but Winters wasn't worried.

Hell, this was more out of curiosity than anything else, even if Dunn and Boyd and the 4th shareholder put there stakes together, it still wasn't enough to over throw the current boss...ala Him.

"John, any update yet on how the guys are getting on?"

"Yes sir, Osyrus is ready and waiting, and Dante and Dubbs are just about to get prepared, all in all sir it could be a better night than we expect, even though Alias has won his match..."

"Well that was just an unfortunate incident wasn't it, but I'll give the Resistance one victory tonight John, because truth be told, there is no way in hell that the other three will be beaten tonight."

Winters moved from his chair and peered out the window.

The Miami sun light was dimming to a cool orange now, it made him more peaceful than he had been in a long time...and then it struck him.

"John...I know how I can come out of this situation 10 times richer than I am at the moment."

John was confused.

"What do you mean sir?"

"Get the technician's ready for me, I'm going out to the ring."

Confessions



As the last wrestlers left the ring after competing; slowly walking their way up the ramp, ACW's theme song "Courage" via Alien Ant Farm kicked up in the arena, the fans calmed down a little bit... not making as much of a reaction as they were minutes ago. Eating their snacks, talking with the person next to them as nothing too exciting was happening in the area; besides the usual cat calls when a woman with a plunging neck line would walk by or jeers when a fan held up a replica championship belt... then yelled out a professional wrestler's name like he knew him personally… How original. 

Near the ring, the ref could been seen having a conversation with the ring announcer, killing time before the next scheduled bout.. probably shooting the breeze a bit, before something caught everyone's attention. 

Actually it was the lights dimming; darkness quickly followed as the audience turned their attention to the ramp way, where the only available lights were found. Sitting in the darkness for about a minute now, patience was starting to wear thin... jeers and boos circled the American Airlines Arena, fans hoping the reaction would turn the power back on faster, if it indeed was a power failure. It was not. 

This stunt was intentionally pulled on the people, messing with their minds in hopes that it would get under their skins... making them feel more uncomfortable like they did in the past, when the Undertaker would do the same thing before he entered the ring. The cold chill in the air was apparent, but the person that was about to make his presence felt was not. 

Plucky guitar riffs soon emitted from the P.A. system, followed by a familiar hook from a song everyone in ACW... and in the wrestling world for that matter, knew all too well. 

"Rape me... 

Rape me, my friend. 

Rape me... 

Rape me, again..." 

The plucky sounds transformed into a monstrous roar of drums, mixed with shredding of lead guitar and bass strings... And no one could forget about the wailing voice of the deceased, legendary rocker Kurt Cobain. His self-destructive words, every syllable was heard clearly most of all. 

"I'm not the only one... Yeah. 

I’m not the only one.

Hate me..." 

Kurt said in his next line as the man that everyone knew was on his way to the ring, finally appeared... slowly separating the black curtains with his hands. In a matter of mere seconds; Osyrus was on the stage over-looking the crowd with an evil glare... multiple colored strobe lights flickering and flashing all around him. He slowly and softly walked down the metal ramp way; head tilted downward, slightly looking to his left, then to the right as he menacingly burned a hole through spectators ring side. Osyrus stood on the base of the ramp way, standing very still for a second while he looked up into the ring, as if someone was there... before swinging himself into the ring quickly. 

Then he walked toward the far corner of the ring… where he held his out, looking away from the ring announcer, who handed him a microphone per his request. Osyrus’ theme started to die down, jeers instantly taking it’s place as he rose the microphone closer to his face… not speaking into the device yet, but just bating the crowd to boo him, before he would eventually cut them off. The self proclaimed personification of talent leaned against the top rope; that was facing north in his direction, looking out to the crowd with a mean look of disgust… before backing off as he spoke softly into the microphone. 

”…Welcome to the devil’s playground,” Osyrus slowly kneeling down as he stroked his fingers against the middle of the ring’s hard canvas. Of course the audience retorted with boos and all kinds of offensive remarks to the ACW superstar, but what he meant by that statement caught everyone by surprise. “Welcome to the place, where it seems that Lucifer himself comes to play on the sins of the people that live in this god forsaken state, that most of you call home… Florida. How can you be proud to live in a state, that can’t even fill in a fucking bubble to elect a damn president? How can anyone take pride in place on Us soil, where it is a well know fact that most terrorists and illegal immigrants come into our country through Flo-ri-dah… and this state seems to welcome them with open arms. Can you believe that shit?!

 You don’t believe me huh?! I am full of shit aren’t I, just like the government officials in this state… but I’ll prove it.” Now the crowd seems really pissed as ACW programs and all sorts of trash are thrown into the ring, Osyrus swatting them down with his hands, smirking while he continues to speak. “Is anyone smart enough to remember when that little 6 year old boy came from Cuba, to the United States to get away from the ‘supposed’ hardships of his country… the government tried to do the smart thing and send him back… but no. The people in Florida thought the little terrorist was cute, so they wanted to keep him in the United States. How fucking gullible is this fucking place? Why don’t we let every cute bearded terrorist and suicide bomber into the United States… hell, let’s teach him how to fly a plane while we’re at it.” 

With every word Osyrus spoke, he was slowly tearing the state of Florida a new one as “The Beast” continued to speak… drawing more un-necessary heat from the crowd. ”… And another thing, what is up with all the old fucking people in this state? Do they come here to die or what? If I stay in this hell hole any longer, I could swear that I was in the largest nursing home on the planet. Old people suck and so do all of you! Hurry up and die because you’re taking up my air…” 

”But as much fun as it is to show you all, how fucked up your lives are… that’s not the reason I am out here tonight,” Osyrus was definitely on a roll tonight, pissing off everyone in sight… how much longer could the security hold back the fans from charging the ring? He picked up where he trailed off. “… In this very ring, like the old phrase is quoted and miss-quoted through our wrestling industry… I am here to accept a challenge of sorts. 

Last week, a certain ACW superstar… or former ACW superstar for that matter, thought that he could show me up last week and get away with. This guy thought that he could attack me, and ruin my fun last week when I was trying to settle a long awaited score. Did this little bitch think that I would let that shit slide? Does he really think that Florida based bitch called pay back wasn’t going to stroll his way…” 

“Well that fecker thought wrong. Kain issued a challenge to any member of Winters Inc. to match this week, and guess who’s accepting? But Jae, who the fuck are you to make the rules around here… who in the blue fucking hell have you beat, that gives you right to walk around this place like Mr. Big shit? 

Ron Williams? 
Ash Wild?
Dante Inferno? 

Jade maybe… she always did look a little bit roughed up when I saw her backstage. Maybe you took your aggression out her when you couldn’t get the job done in the ring, or in the bedroom of that matter. Or at least that’s the rumor that is going around backstage.” 

That was low… Even for an A-1 asshole like Osyrus. 

The fans couldn’t help but to react with oh’s as Osyrus just smirked, probably re-telling the joke in his head, as he now started to chuckle. “… the only one that can call the shots around here is the guy standing in the ring; the 2-time ACW world champion, pound for pound the best athlete in the world… basically your God, Osyrus. And to prove that fact Kain, in a matter of minutes when you would have stepped into this ring, to get your ass kicked… but guess what? 

There isn’t going to be a match at all tonight.” Osyrus dramatically paused, to let the crowd react with the usual jeers, that seemed louder than normal… he shrugged his shoulders as he mouthed the words, “…too bad.” Slowly to a near by corner where he rose the microphone back in front of his face, where he continued to speak. 

“I’ve changed my mind… the people here tonight don’t deserve to see me wrestling a piece of garbage like you, when I can take the night off and really enjoy myself. I’m sure Ethan and the boys can handle themselves tonight with me… or sure the ratings will drop a bit once everyone knows I am gone, but the show’s almost over any way.” 

A small pop erupted in the far corner of the arena, fans turning in that direction to see what the commotion was all about… but not the champ, he knew who it was. Kain was on his way to the ring. Osyrus stood there in the ring; Kain finally making it to the front row, steel chair in hand as security pushed fans out of his way. Ethan’s security team tried to stop Kain, but with a few swings of from the chair… cleared Jason’s road block. 

”…I thought I told your ass the match was off? What the fuck are you doing here… are you that dense in the head Kain? You need a fucking translator?!” Kain ignored Osyrus as he hopped over the guard rail and was now looking up into the ring as “The Shooter”, dropped the microphone on the canvas, then kicked it out of the ring toward Jason Kain. While the two men continued their staring contest; one by one, a member of Winters Inc. appeared on the stage… 

Rivers. 

Dubbs. 

Perry. 

No Dante… 

But Ethan Winters showed up as well. 

The tension was indeed building in Florida; Osyrus mouthed the words, “Fuck it,” as he told the steel chair wielding Kain to come get some… motioning with his hands, and Kain wasted no time! He slide into the ring as Osyrus charged with a clothesline, but Kain ducked.. bouncing off the opposite ropes as he swung ferociously with the metal weapon. But no steel on flesh contact was made. Actually there was contact made, but not the type that everyone wanted to see as they boo’d the action in the ring.… 

Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide 

Osyrus connected from close range with his gore like finisher on Kain; steel chair flying through the air as it landed near the corner. Jason held his rib cage while Osyrus walked to the chair, slightly bending over as he picked it up off of the canvas. He held it tightly in his hand, just as Kain got to a knee… 

WHAM~ 

Kain was sent back to the mat with a shotgun like; chair held over his head, before coming down blast from Osyrus. He taunted Kain to get back to his feet before hitting him again in the skull. Dane Rivers slowly walked down the ramp way as Osyrus looked his direction once, before raising the chair again… suddenly Team Resistance came from the crowd, then entered the ring to make the save. 

Osyrus exited quickly, back pleading as he smiled at the Team Resistance before giving them the finger. “… If Kain wants another shot at me,” replied the former champ, everyone knew what was coming next, “…he can wait!” Osyrus turned back around, Dane Rivers right in his face as they bump shoulders. Osyrus continues to walk as he smirks at Rivers, shaking his finger at him… He continues up the ramp; looking the rest of his ‘team mates’ as he says nothing and walks past, before he disappears behind the curtain. 

It seems there’s trouble paradise in Winters Inc.

 How will Ethan resolve this problem going into the next ppv, Legends. 

The Price of Insanity

I had a week off, and yet, I felt as if I needed to show my face. How can a champion not appear at Courage? It just wouldn’t be fair. So I showed my
face. But I wished I hadn’t.

Everyone stared at me. It was like I was a freak. I WASN’T A FREAK!

Everyone thought that my frame of mind wasn’t sound. They didn’t realise that I was better now. I was better. Why wouldn’t they believe me? What do I have to do to show them that I am no longer ill?

I will show them.

I have lost to ICU twice, through no fault of my own. But I’m in too deep now; I can’t get out. I can’t get out of this predicament my alter ego got me in too. Now I realise what they are doing, how can I stay? They made me lose twice. I could be the world champion as well as television champion.

Was that greedy?

“Maybe I should think about something else now.” I thought to myself, but I couldn’t. I sat on my pine bench, starring down at my title, a title I had gained by deception and treachery. A title I had gained by cheating. I was a cheat, just like them.

And it was the price I had to pay.

The price of insanity.

Anybody Want To Freaking Challenge Us?!

The crowd quietened down for a bit, having been treated to a incredible show. Then, it happened. The mortality rate dipped by 8%.

"SHE BANGS, SHE BANGS!"
"OH BABY~!"
"WHEN SHE MOVES, SHE MOVES..."
"I GO CRAZY~"
"BECAUSE SHE LOOKS LIKE A FLOWER, AND STINGS LIKE A BEE..."
"LIKE EVERY GALLLL... IN HISTORYYYYYYY!!!!"

Despite that, the majority of the audience somewhat cheered, for El Janitors came out. Not because they were cool or anything of the sort; hell, they had Ricky Martin's "She Bangs" as a theme song. No, the janitorial duo had their own sense of charisma and made people laugh.

And as Howard & Morris got into the ring, they raised their paper titles in the air, as the ring announcer slid a microphone into the ring. The fans continued to pop for El Janitors, who were grinning from ear-to-ear now, pleased with the reception they were receiving.

"THANK YOU VERY FREAKING MUCH!" Morris boomed as he picked up the microphone. Howard leaned against the ropes, old age catching up with him. Morris looked out at the sea of fans now hushing, wondering what one-half of the UNOFFICIAL ACW Tag-Team Champions would say.

As long as he didn't say 'FREAKING' too many times.

"WE WANT TO FREAKING DEFEND OUR TITLES AND ALSO, WANT TO KNOW IF ANYBODY WANTS TO JOIN THE FREAKING ARMY! SO, YES! ANY FREAKING TAKERS FOR BOTH FREAKING OFFERS?!? ANYBODY WANT TO FREAKING CHALLENGE US?!"

Four times in the space of thirty seconds. It had to be a new record.

"HALLO?!? ANYBODY FREAKING THERE?" Morris shouted into the microphone again, as Howard walked over and joined his partner, waiting for a response. The crowd too were anxious, thinking who would eventually answer the challenge.

Forty seconds passed. Morris looked pissed. He raised the microphone to his mouth again... "Not Falling" by Mudvayne blared over the speakers. And out came Scott Perry. Surly face and all. And he had a microphone in his hand.

Things were about to get interesting.

"OH NO. You two suck. Really. Please, get out of the ring. Because.. I can't take it. You two really suck!" Perry said, and the crowd began to jeer the hell out of him. Literally.

Morris chuckled, as he paced back and forth, while Howard _tried_ to shake his fist angrily at Scott.

"LISTEN, SCOOT. YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE ARMY, SO I'M GUESSING YOU WANT TO FREAKING FIGHT! OH, AND IF WE FREAKING SUCK, SO DOES YOUR FREAKING MUM!"

Perry stood on the stage, shocked at the retort. The crowd popped massively, and the TV Champ growled. He didn't like how quickly the situation had backfired on him, courtesy of an Eastern European fool, no less. The chant that followed made him even angrier...

"SCOOT'S MOMMA SUCKS DONG!"

"SCOOT'S MOMMA SUCKS DONG!"

"SCOOT'S MOMMA SUCKS DONG!

Suddenly grinning, Perry held up his TV Title in the air, and pointed at El Janitors, smirking in the ring.

"I'll take you both on. Got nothing to do anyways," Perry said, before advancing down the ramp.

El Janitors looked at each other, and laughed. Two against one? It was going to be easy for them, they were thinking. After all, they WERE the UNOFFICIAL ACW Tag-Team Champions. What could go wrong?

Scott Perry vs. El Janitors

   

Scott rolled into the ring and immediately ducked a double-clothesline, before he sidekicked Howard in the face and executed a backheel kick to Morris. Howard fell down to the canvas like a sack of potatoes, while Morris staggered backwards, stunned by the impact of the backheel kick to his chest. Taking advantage, Scott jumped at him, knocking the 6'10" giant down with a headbutt to the chest.

Then Scott laid eyes on Howard.

Picking him up, the TV Champion kicked him in the gut and connected with a swinging neckbreaker, with devastating effect; the old man got knocked out. Smiling, Scott saw Morris stumble to his feet and decided to end the whole thing once and for all.

First, he connected with a high-leg clothesline, managing to get the height to hit Morris in the face and cause him to crash down to the mat. Perry quickly got himself up and ascended to the top of a turnbuckle, his eyes expressionless now. Void of life.

And with a great roar, Scott Perry connected with an amazing 450 splash. Morris could do nothing about it, and thus, had to contend with listening to this;

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And just like that, Perry toppled El Janitors. An impressive showing by the TV Champ, as the jeers rained down on him when he simply rolled out of the ring and trudged to the back, his work for the night apparently done. But one fact remained; El Janitors weren't actual wrestlers... so why the hell did they fight someone like Scott Perry.

.... Right, three oddballs at one go. Back to regular programming.

Wondering About Things

Having seen El Janitors crash to a shameful defeat at the hands of Scott Perry, Quinton May threw his empty bottle onto the floor and shook his fist angrily at the door. Not only did they not manage recruit anybody, El Janitors failed to defend their UNOFFICIAL ACW Tag-Team Titles AND lost to Scott Perry in a Handicapped Match. Quinton felt angry that the night wasn't going as planned, and felt compelled to take revenge upon Scott Perry for ruining a perfectly good night for QA.

Instead, Quincy simply decided to walk out of the room and take a stroll through the ACW backstage, an attempt to calm his nerves.

Then he began to see the brighter side of things; despite failing, El Janitors made themselves known to the crowd and won them over with their charisma. Well, it was all Morris earlier on, but Howard's attempt at looking angry sure scored him some points. Most importantly, they made it known to everybody that they were the UNOFFICIAL ACW Tag-Team Champions.

The challengers would stream in soon enough, May thought, and chuckled at the prospect.

As for himself... Quinton realised he hadn't much to do, except to recruit a member tonight and pay continued close attention to "things to do for the month" list he'd made himself a few weeks back. March was to be a very BUSY month for him, and he had a lot to accomplish.

One of them being convincing Ron Williams, whom he saw now, to join The Army?

"Hey Ron!"

Ron turned around and sighed. He was engaging in some deep thinking, and here came an irritating runt, who had annoyed him greatly last week. Williams forced a fake smile and shrugged his shoulders, giving May the signal to continue.

"Just wondering.. do you wish to join Quinton's Army?! I mean, you would so rock in it! Plus, we need someone who has actual talent. And a beer belly so that we could fake you're preggo or something, to enable us discounts while buying groceries!"

Grunting, Ron sniggered at Quinton, before shoving him out of the way and walking far away from the Canadian. Quinton pouted, and placed his hands on his hips, wondering where he went wrong with the approach. But one thing was for sure, to Quinton;

He WOULD get Ron into QA. He simply had to.

Ready For War

Imagine if cigarettes didn’t exist. The World would be a healthier place, the death rates would decrease rapidly and tobacco companies wouldn’t be the tyrants that they are…. Oh! And Charlie Loc would be one stressed out man,

They say that cigarettes are an anti-depressant; in other words it means that they make you feel relaxed,

Could that be the reason why Charlie is always smoking?

Is he really that stressed?

Every time he appears there is a cigarette in his mouth, or tucked away behind his ear or… the list continues. Right at the present moment there is no exception; a cigarette has just been plucked into his mouth.

As he snaps his fingers the flint clicks and ignites the wick of the lighter; red flames begin to lick the end of the cigarette. 

Drawing in the smoke into his lungs the end of the cigarette burns an amber color as the Tobacco is slowly disintegrated…. By the time Charlie finishes his cigarette there will be another 10 minutes taken off of his life.

He has never seemed like one to care, never seemed one to show emotion, just one to go and do what he has to do… do whatever helps him to get ahead.

But there is one thing that is never changing about Charlie; no matter where he is, what time of the day it is… he’s thinking.

Pondering… plotting… scheming… wondering

What goes on inside his mind is a complete mystery but occasionally a slight glimpse is given, or maybe he just gives some insight onto what runs through his mind.

Exhaling a thick, dark, grayish cloud of smoke he winces in pain. Removing his hand from his pocket he takes a look at his fist; the skin on his knuckles is raw.

Several moments earlier the Asian Superstar had successfully helped out Dane Rivers to demolish Alias. It doesn’t seem like something that he would voluntarily do but he did it….

Perhaps he wanted to help out the monster that is Dane Rivers, perhaps he needed another way to vent out his anger on Alias? Or perhaps he just needed some way to unleash his rage whilst Nature couldn’t be found.

For weeks the two All-Star Championship Wrestling Superstars had been at each others throats; from the moment they had stepped foot into the building they had been at war,

But for the past couple of weeks everything seemed to be “all quiet on the Western Front”…. In other words the bitter war had come to a halt.

Charlie had been quiet and Nature had been out of sight, oh and ACW had been left a little more “in-tact” than it usually was, but a strange feeling hung in the air tonight at Courage.

It could just be the fact that he was smoking a helluva lot more than he usually was, or it could’ve just been the fact it had been a long period of time since the two had encountered… Either way the faint smell of battle hung in the air,

“Still rotting your lungs…” A voice trailed out as Charlie turned to his right,

If it wasn’t the smell of battle then it was definitely the smell of tobacco. His Asian eyes grew wide and his face lit up as he came face to face with his nemesis…. Nature.

Taking a short step back he inhaled some more smoke; polluting his lungs.

Smiling Nature took a step forward, “Don’t look so shocked Chuck… was just going to be a matter of time before I caught up with you!”

Leaning forward Nature grabbed the end of Charlie’s cigarette and extinguished it between his fingers; plucking it out of the Asian mans mouth and throwing it to the floor.

Something was wrong… something was different about Charlie and if everyone else could notice it, so could Nature.

“So you’ve come to find me? Huh? That’s a bit of a change isn’t it….” For the first time ever his voice wavered.

A huge grin crept over Natures face as he struggled to contain himself from laughter, “I just thought it was about time I dished out some punishment”

The two Superstars locked eyes as Charlie took a step forward and pushed himself up into Nature’s face; the war drums began to beat.

As the two muscle bound Superstars stared at each other Charlie slowly began to dig his hand into his pocket; what he was looking for was clear.

“You want punishment?” Charlie tried to by himself some time,

“No… I’m giving you some,” the reply hit him in the face like a blast of cool air.

Suddenly out of nowhere Charlie leapt back and swung a huge hook punch towards Nature. It was the kind of punch you’d expect to see from Mike Tyson in a World Heavy Weight Title Match… only thing is it didn’t go quiet to plan.

Being signaled as a hooking punch Nature merely raised his hand and blocked it before it reached his face; the golden glow of the brass Knuckles glistened in his eyes.

“Always have something tucked away beneath our sleeves or in our pockets, don’t we Charlie?” Nature knew he was in control… and so did Charlie.

Usually when people know they are about to be beaten they plead for mercy, the quiet literally beg for their lives, surprisingly he was nothing like that.

Twisting his hand suddenly and violently around Nature dragged him close as a look of sheer hatred burnt behind Charlie’s eyes, “You’re not walking away from this one….”

It was a classy line that Nature had spilled but it was an even classier line that Charlie shot back.

“You’re not going to be walking….” 

Finally the tension had become to much to bare… who would’ve guessed that for once Nature would’ve been the one to lash out?

His smart mouth had landed him in one shit load of trouble as he soon realized; a torrent of hard lefts and rights were sent crashing into Charlie’s face as he stumbled back against the wall of the corridor.

Struggling to gain his balance Charlie fell back and threw his hands in front of his face trying to protect himself as Nature leapt on top of him; it was like watching mud-wrestling a strip parlor.

“You’re going to pay Charlie!” Nature’s voice curdled blood as it rang down the halls of the Courage arena,

The breaking of sticks and slapping sounds could be heard as he pounded away on the defenseless Charlie Loc who couldn’t even fight back; perhaps he had finally gained the upper hand in this vicious war.

All of a sudden something strange happened… it was like the sense of Security lifted Charlie…. He began to fight back.

Footsteps could be heard echoing at the end of the corridor as Security could be heard rushing towards the brawl, with one swift movement Charlie sent a hard right into Nature’s cheek as Nature tumbled off of him.

He had been slow all night and this was no exception. Instead of capitalizing and jumping on Nature he laid back and checked his nose, a spot of blood trickled out as Nature laughed and picked himself onto his feet.

“This isn’t over Charlie, this is just the beginning!” Screaming like a maniac Nature swung an object at his opponent.

Getting slapped in the head Charlie fell back against the wall; the back of his head cracked against the white bricks as Nature laughed threw two pieces of a broom handle to the ground… before turning and running.

Security could be heard coming from the opposite direction as Charlie Loc sat stunned against the wall of the corridor, a small trickle of deep red blood dripped onto his hands.

It was as though he had never seen blood before… or his own; his body began to shake violently.

“No one… fucks… with… ME!” 

Roaring into the corridor Charlie Loc sprang to his feet and looked towards the broken piece of wood on the floor; just looking at it made him clutch the top of his head in pain.

He turned behind him to notice three armed Security Officers running at him… he had no other choice so he turned and fled the battle scene.

A small spot of blood was left staining the floor of the All-Star Championship Wrestling’s corridor as neither of the perpetrators were left in sight.

The man known as Nature had finally taken a stand for himself and fought back against the sadistic Charlie Loc… the heat had just been turned up in the kitchen and from the looks of it, World War III was in the making.

All had been quiet for too long…

Nature broke the silence… and Nature also seemingly broke Charlie’s nose.

The score had been evened and the war had finally… OFFICIALLY begun.

Smug Pt 4

As the insanity of Quinton May's army left the arena stage, they brushed past the owner on a mission, as he walked out in front of the masses to a harsh greeting of boo's and taunts from his "hometown" crowd. Walking to the center of the ring with a microphone in his hand, he began to unveil his master plan.

"I'm pretty positive by now that you all hate me...but I'm going to change all that tonight, just after I get a few things off my chest.

Dunn and Boyd think that they have got the better of me with this 4th wheel don't they? I think they forget that no matter who this 4th shareholder is, it's still no threat to me and my shares and I have made sure of that with my lawyers and such, the reason I'm "dying" to know who it really is, is just simple curiosity. So hopefully, your favourite ACW shareholders will come out here soon and tell us just who it is, because I'm dying to know...yeah.

Now...for my announcement.

Myself and the creative team have come up with the promotional material for the next PPV, which will be called LEGENDS. We are proposing that this will be ACW's WrestleMania or CyberSlam, but on a whole different scale. However, due to the reluctance in co-operation with the current Resistance members, we have been unable to book many matches for the PPV, and until today, it looked like we would only have 2-3 matches on the card but I've decided to change all that in one big masterstroke that only I, Ethan Winters could have come up with..."

The crowd began to cheer, but not at the prospect of the announcement, but at Dunn and Boyd who appeared at the top of the stage.

"Oh, nice for you two to join us...why don't you come down to the ring and I can unveil this with my 'partners'."

Dunn and Boyd slowly made their way to the ring after a little conversation, and as they entered it was clear that was a definite divide in ACW, these guys hated one another.

"OK, whether you like it or not Dunn, Boyd, we still have a business to run here, and to do that, we have to make the best of what we have. It came to me while watching the Miami sun set that I can put myself in history as an innovator of this business, and with this announcement for Legends, it will be me that they will be cheering, and not you two fools who don't know your ass from your elbow when it comes to marketing."

Dunn suddenly swiped the mic from Winters, before screaming;

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST ANNOUNCE A MATCH BETWEEN WINTERS INC AND THE RESISTANCE AND GET THIS OVER WITH!"

The pop was deafening, as Winters looked like someone just shit in his shoes, he was disgusted.

"If you would have let me finish! See what I had to work with here? No wonder I had my boys kidnap you that night. Anyway, I'm proposing a match at Legends, Winters INC Vs. The Resistance, a match on a truly epic scale for an epic PPV, what do you say?"

This time, the mic was handed to Dunn, as he looked at Boyd and then smiled a little.

"You know something Winters, my boys would be happy as pie to take on your boys, but not unless there is something riding on the match itself...mmmm, what could we do? How about, the winner of the match...TAKES ACW!"

"Wow...wow there. What exactly are you proposing there bucko?"

"I'm proposing that if the Resistance wins the match, then you're out of here! Myself and Dunn take the majority control of the company and you can piss off back to TV Sitcom land."

The noise level in the arena grew with every sentence.

"And if I win? You and Boyd here will be rid of ACW forever?"

As Dunn and Boyd nodded Winters had a little think to himself. With the money made from the PPV, he would be set, and he didn't give a fuck about ACW, this was his little toy for the time being, till something more shiny came along.

"YOU'RE ON!"

And with a handshake between Ethan Winters and Dunn, Legends was set...

"But one thing Winters...we're one man short, we have the pick of anyone to be our 5th and final man?"

"As long as they are under ACW Contract..."

Winters was smarter than he looked...and with that Winters left the ring happy as can be, but in the ring, stood two of the happiest men in the arena, it was all going to plan.

It Ends Here.."

Vacton stood next to a reporter with his title around his shoulder. The reporter cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing here with Geo Vacton.. The United States Champion." Geo smiled. "Tonight he's going to be wrestling in a tag team match, against A*Dubbs and Dante Inferno, alongside the World Champion. 

Geo.. It seems that you and Dubbs have been going at it like cats and mice these last few weeks.. He's taken your title, you've fought in a hardcore match and tonight he set you up for an attack, only for ICU to come and virtually save the day. What are your opinions?"

Vacton took in a deep breath. 

"You know, you're right. A*Dubbs and I have been kicking the snot out of each other for the last few weeks, and it has to stop. I agree. Which is exactly why tonight I'm going to end it. I'm going to make sure that Dubbs can't Ever wrestle again. 

This is the last time I'll ever wrestle him. He's not going to be at Legends, because I'm gonna take him out.."

"You really think you can end his career right here tonight?"

"You've better believe it."

The reporter smirked. "Heh, well, considering he's here tonight after that hardcore match last week.. I gotta say, Dubbs seems to be unbreakable."

Vacton smiled back at the reporter. "Heh.. That hardcore match.. will be nothing compared to what I do to him tonight."

It's Official

It was last week when we saw the surprising return of ACW Superstar Ron Williams to the company bearing some physical and emotional differences about himself. Questions inevitably needed answering soon. But was that going to happen? 

Seeming unclear, Ron Williams paced two and throw around his locker room, looking highly disturbed. Drinking from the spring water bottle. Ron; wearing black pin striped trousers and a black shirt; unbuttoned the collar as he began to moan to himself continuously...

‘BLOW JOBS!? 6 BLOW JOBS!!! I'm Ron Williams!! A GUY! I don’t give BLOW JOBS!!!’ 

Obviously frustrated with the words that Quinton May offered to him the week before, Ron threw the bottle of water against the wall. The bottle bounced off the cold concrete wall and rolls slowly towards his foot. Sighing, Ron bent down awkwardly and picked up the bottle with some difficultly.

‘No one takes me seriously!!! I’m fat! I’m ugly! And people keep fucking making fun of me!!!!!!’

'Everyone keeps asking me. Where is Barry, Ron? Where is the rubber chicken? Why haven't you brought him back with you?'

Ron began to breath heavily but seemed to have calmed himself down for the moment. Mention of Barry seemed to have calmed his obvious nagging nerves, impatience and frustration towards his own life.

'Barry is dead! BARRY IS DEAD!!! I KILLED BARRY!!! I FUCKING KILLED BARRY!!!!'

Falling to his knees now; Ron began laughing sadistically to himself .

'Why did IkKill him? Well because of all of you. Everyone!!! Barry is a fucking rubber chicken dammit!!!!!!!!'

Ron raked the long greasy hair away from his eyes which were now bulging with fury.

'Then I come to work and I get that QUINTON MAY making comments to me. All day! Leave me fucking alone Quinton!!! Leave me alone or else!!!'

Ron now rose to his feet and unfastened another button on his shirt as sweat began to flood from his hot flushed face.

'But Quinton I am now calm. Yes I know what to do with people like you. Don't worry. From this moment on I'll be all business. Just you wait!..Just you wait Mr May!'

Yes it is official. Sunday the 9th of March 2003, Ron Williams has again lost his mind!

Paranoia

The pain must’ve been unbearable; he sat in on a chair in the middle of his locker room nursing an ice-pack over his head… he had been beaten at his own game.

Earlier on during the night the Superstar known as Charlie Loc had finally met his match in the form of an old opponent, his nemesis to speak.

Who would’ve guessed that Nature could be the one to defeat him? Sure enough Charlie had lost matches in his career and been in some brutal stunts but never before, never had he been beaten so severely.

The sad thing from the whole ordeal was the fact that he had been on his own… he always told himself not to trust anyone but it seems that he is unable to even trust himself.

“What is wrong with me?!” Rocking back and forth on his chair Charlie Loc began to talk to the air,

A lot of pain comes from a beating, physically and emotionally. People don’t often deal with things like this too well, in his case he didn’t know the first thing too do.

He had always been one to dish out the punishment rather than to take it, no one had ever been game enough to challenge his power… that was until he pushed Nature too far.

Perhaps he was starting to blame things onto himself…

All of a sudden he stopped shaking and clenched the ice-pack over his nose until his knuckles turned white, “This is the last time…”

Or perhaps he had already started….

As he sat and clenched the ice-pack against the flesh of his nose it became apparent that his bone was not broken; the cartilage behind it may have been split but the bone itself was still in tact.

Apart from his nose which was seemingly disfigured, a huge lump had appeared on the top of his head where he was struck with a wooden object… what it was is unknown,

“He wants to go to war…” his voice wavered as his fist began to shake,

Squeezing the ice-pack in his fist a droplet of water splashed onto the floor beneath his feet; moments later it was flung against the wall.

“I’ll take him to war!” for the second time he yelled into nothingness.

It had all been said before that Charlie Loc and Nature were heading to war, after all they had been on the war path from the second they stepped foot into the federation… it’s just that things had never been so intense.

As Charlie sat screaming at himself and plotting ways to counter Nature’s brutal attack one could only wonder what was rushing through his head.

Perhaps the man known to have no feelings was losing the plot… his whole world seemed to be crashing down around him and everything seemed to revolve around himself and Nature.

Standing up abruptly he placed his hand onto the top of his head where the lump was and winced; he was clearly in pain but he didn’t like to show it.

Out of nowhere he began to mumble to himself in Vietnamese, the reason for this was unknown but he seemed to satisfy himself.

A million and one thoughts could be pictured to have been flying through his brain at that point in time but there was little that he could actually do that would suffice for anything that had happened to him throughout the course of the night.

“It’s not over….” Three classic words left his mouth as he approached a large looking cupboard to the side of his locker room,

Opening the door he reached in and grabbed a jacket before sliding something shiny underneath the sleeve; he looked around to cover his back.

“If anyone thinks they’re going to get me tonight… they’re wrong… <b>dead</b> wrong…” He finally calmed down,

Slamming the cupboard door he turned around and looked towards the ice-pack which was melting on the floor, the blue substance leaking onto the carpet and staining it.

Shaking his head Charlie took one last peak around the room before he lifted the fold of his jacket; revealing a shiny, sharp and familiar looking machete….

Nodding his head he walked towards the door and slowly opened it, ignoring it’s creaking sound as he poked his head into the hall and looked left to right. No one else was going to watch his back so he may as well do it himself….

Poking his head back into his locker room he checked on his weapon once more before taking a quick skip into the corridor and slamming his locker room door behind him.

The man known to All-Star Championship Wrestling as Charlie Loc was becoming paranoid, he was becoming insane…

The only question that laid ahead was if this was just something that had sprung up or if this was seriously a medical problem?

Either way the cure to his discomfort lay somewhere near Nature or somewhere near the suffering of others.

Was he losing the plot?

Or was the plot already lost?

Recruiting

There the trio stood, at the entrance of the toilet. Quinton's Army had said that they were going to recruit someone tonight, and by lord, it seemed they would go to any lengths to do so. While Ron Williams was still on the 'wanted list', Quinton hadn't really seen anybody else in the federation worthy of joining The Army. So much so that Quinton was tempted to ask Morris to give everybody in the company Angle Slams.

Then again, Morris would probably go into a rant where the word FREAKING would be utilized 3/4 of the time. Quinton decided to scrap that idea, for the moment. For his own sanity, really.

In any case, everybody who were taking the chance to visit the toilet were giving QA weird glares. Probably thought Quincy and El Janitors were desperate perverts who really needed BJs.

Then, as one particular kid came out of a toilet, wearing "I NEED A BJ" t-shirt, Quinton's eyes gleamed... and he promptly stopped the kid in his tracks. Morris and Howard quickly dropped to their knees, opening their mouths, ready to perform. Frowning, the QA dictator told his men not to consider giving the kid a BJ.

"Kid, what's your name?!" Quinton demanded.

"J-J-Joe..." the fifteen year old started to stammer, before May held his left hand up in the air, to interrupt. "PERFECT!"

Morris & Howard looked at each other, confused, while Joe the fifteen year old kid began to piss his pants, despite having JUST come out of the toilet; this whole situation was scaring the bejesus out of him.

"J-J-Joe, your name is now 006.392 and you're the latest member of QUINTON'S ARMY! YAY! CLAP, YOU GOONS!"

And as requested, El Janitors began clapping, while Joe stood there, utterly confused. Not seeing a reaction from his latest member, Quinton slapped 006.392 and knocked him out in the process.

He had said that he'd recruit a new member. And hell, he did it.

.... WHY ARE THESE MANIACS ON TELEVISION?!? HUH?!?

ICU and Geo Vacton Vs. A*Dubbs and Dante Inferno

   

The arena had been buzzing all night long for the main event to come, and they wouldn't be disappointed. The crowd hailed in hatred as "It's my party" by Fabulous entered the arena's sound system thereby stating the entrance of A*Dubbs, the cocky and acidic trash talker. He slapped his chest and waved his muscles around. He had several bandages including a Nellyesque band-aid on his cheek. In the ring he waited for his partner and his ticket to the main event.

"I Stand Alone" Crashed the arena as Dante Inferno power walked with his head down to the ring. It was all business for him as he paced around the ring and scratched his goatee. Dubbs and Dante exchanged a few words and it seemed they were ready for what was about to talk out of the curtain.

The crowd certainly was.

"Cos' I'm T-N-T!! I'm Dy-no-mite!!" Vacton charged out onto the steel ramp, his United States Championship Title around his waist. The crowds energy was already pumping in his blood as he ran back and forth at the top of the steel walkway. He continued to wave his hands and arms around, getting the crowd around him going even further. If anyone ever thought the crowd couldn't get louder when Geo came out, they were wrong.

From behind the curtain the big man stepped out with his World Title wrapped firmly around his waist. The crowd exploded. Geo and ICU stood side by side on the top of the ramp. Geo stepped in circled and walked in zig zags as the two stepped to the center of the ramp. Vacton stopped and clapped his hands next to ICU. He was hyped. ICU stopped, stared at Dubbs and Inferno in the ring and looked over at Geo. He nodded his head and the pulled off their championship belts and tossed them to the side as they both charged into the ring!

A*Dubbs and Dante Inferno were ready. ICU tackled A*Dubbs and proceeded to pummel him across the ring. Vacton charged at Inferno who wisely took a shot at his stomach and kneed his chest. Inferno threw Geo into the ropes and spun a kick at Geo. ICU was to continue his assault, but ICU was on him. Ivan tore into Inferno, unleashing an array of blows. Inferno blocked one of ICU's left hooks and locked it. Ivan threw a right, Inferno blocked that too and locked it. Inferno head butted ICU and shoved him away. Geo jumped on Inferno and knocked him down, but A*Dubbs was quick to pounce on him. As ICU got to his feet he was swiftly met with Inferno's boot to his chin. Inferno kept ICU on the ground as Dubbs was caught off guard with a hit from Vacton who then squirmed away. Dubbs stood up and was met by a face buster, and then was thrown into the ropes. Dubbs was then back on the mat after a spinning heel kick from Geo. Inferno turned around and clothes lined Vacton. ICU was still on the mat, not moving much. Inferno lifted Geo into the air and hit a back breaker rendering Geo motionless for a moment, just long enough for Inferno to lift him up again and toss him out of the ring. ICU was now to his feet, and he swiftly introduced Inferno to his foot as he smacked him around a big boot. Inferno stumbled back, at which point ICU tossed him out just as he had done Vacton.

The bell sounded. The match had now officially started with ICU and A*Dubbs starting the match off in the ring.

A*Dubbs ran into ICU and brawled with him for a moment. Inferno slid back into the ring, but the referee stopped him from getting involved with the match for the moment since he wasn't the legal man in the ring. Vacton pulled Inferno's legs and not only tripped him, but pulled him out of the ring. The crowd popped as Vacton then threw Inferno into the steel steps, and didn't seem to think that was enough. Inside the ring, ICU was letting Dubbs feel his aggression by trapping him in the corner and unleashing a display of slaps. ICU threw him to the ground, took a few steps away, and then charged back at him with a frenzy of stomps to his midsection. ICU picked him up and again kicked him in the stomach. ICU now had full control of Dubbs' body, and he used it to his advantage. ICU let Dubbs hang in the air for a moment before dropping him on the mat with a vertical suplex.

Inferno and Vacton didn't stop their brawl outside the ring. Inferno slapped Geo and around and knocked his head into the ring post, Geo's head rang throughout the arena. Inferno sneered and threw Geo to the side. Having noticed Dubbs laid on the mat, Inferno climbed onto the apron and called to be tagged in. ICU shuck his head and picked up Dubbs. He kneed him in the stomach and then tucked his head between his legs, setting him up for a power bomb. Inferno stepped into the ring to stop it, but the referee blocked him. This time, however, Dante didn't conform and instead shoved the referee out of the way. He clothes lined ICU and then kicked him while he was down. Dubbs began to stir and pulled onto the ropes for support. Inferno picked ICU up and flung him around his big hands. He kicked him the stomach, and prepared to hit a Heaven/Hell but he was taken off guard as Vacton flew into the ring and speared Dante! Both men were sent flying through the ropes to the outside of the ring!

Neither one of them was moving as ICU then took a few steps toward A*Dubbs who defended himself with a swift jab to ICU's chin and a poke at his neck. Dubbs then hit the mat and forced ICU to fall into the ropes with a drop toe hold. Dubbs spun up and chuckled at his mild cleverness. Dubbs then tossed ICU into the ropes and hit a swan dive, showing his immense physical ability. Still on the outside of the ring, Geo and Inferno had begun to stir and were both making their ways back to their individual corners, a place neither of them had been at the same time since the start of the match. Dubbs was anxious to make a tag, and Geo was ready to get in the ring, but neither Dubbs or ICU tagged anyone. Instead, Dubbs applied a headlock, hoping to slow the world champion down. ICU flinched and tried to break out, but Dubbs only locked it on harder. ICU slowly built up the energy to stand and shake Dubbs off, at which point he tagged in Geo.

Did the crowd go fucking crazy? Yes, the crowd went fucking crazy. A quick clothesline sent Dubbs down, but he was right back up. A super-kick helped knock him down again. Geo hit the ropes where Inferno was standing and knocked him off the side of the ring. It seemed they were developing a feud for that night. Geo fell on top of Dubbs with an elbow and then while on the mat hooked him up with a figure four! Dubbs called out slightly in pain. This was a move Geo had used on him in the past, and he hated the pain. Inferno charged into the ring, thoroughly outraged with Vacton. But Inferno didn't get a piece of Vacton as ICU was right there to send Inferno down with a simple, but very powerful, shove to the mat. Inferno clambered back up and charged at ICU who met him with a surprising drop kick. Vacton broke the hold and got to his feet, where he climbed the turn buckles and stalked Dubbs. Inferno stood up, brawled with ICU and eventually flung him over his head with a German suplex. Dubbs got to his feet incredibly slowly, and Vacton leapt off the top rope, hoping to hit him with a body press. Inferno shoved Dubbs out of the way, pushed Geo in midair and caught his neck, nearly breaking it as he hit the incredible Heaven/Hell!!! The crowd popped despite his heel status because of the amazing maneuver!

Dante went for the pin, but the referee didn't make it! Dante wasn't the legal man in the ring! Nevertheless, Geo was in a bad way. He laid nearly knocked out on the mat, and there was a brief sign of concern from the face of Inferno. ICU yanked Inferno's legs out from under him and applied an elevated Boston crab, not entirely realizing the condition of Vacton. The referee was checking on Vacton as Dubbs pulled ICU off of Inferno and kicked him in the face. The referee was now calling for paramedics to come to the ring. ICU was fighting both Dubbs and Inferno off even as two paramedics came into the ring to check on the status of Vacton. The crowd didn't know what to think. ICU was putting on a helluva fight, however, successfully defending against Dubbs and Inferno. ICU slammed their heads together and then double DDT'd them. This gave him the free moment to slide to where the paramedics were checking on Vacton.

"We should take him in!" One of the paramedics yelled to the other. Two more paramedics came rushing down to the ring with a stretcher for Vacton who was still pretty motionless on the mat. Dubbs and Inferno were now, at this point, in a position to unload on ICU who was caught off guard having been concerned about his partner. Dubbs grabbed ICU's neck and hit a diamond cutter, or as he called it, The Electrifier.

Geo was being placed onto the stretcher as Dubbs climbed to the top rope. Inferno held ICU down making sure he couldn't escape. Dubbs leapt off with...

PIMP JUICE!!!

A*Dubbs' finisher, Pimp Juice (a 420 Splash) seemed like enough to end the match, but there a disturbance on the side of the ring! Geo was refusing to be put on the stretcher! He wormed away from the paramedics and fought his way back into the ring, where he was charged at by Inferno! Geo back body dropped him, and then prepared for A*Dubbs. He tossed him into the ropes, ran forward and hit what he was calling the Dynasault, an assai moonsault! Dubbs crushed to the ground and Vacton rolled off. 

He was again motionless on the mat after the burst of energy but his eyes were open and he wasn't done for the night. ICU stood up, kicked the lingering Inferno in the stomach and DDT'd him to the mat. Vacton was to his feet, and ICU paced around the ring. Geo saluted the crowd, getting a pop, and then climbed to the top rope. He again waited for Dubbs to rise.. and that time he hit his cross body! Geo went for the pin, but the quick Inferno broke it up. It seemed that not much of anyone remembered who was the legal man as Inferno rolled out of the ring with Vacton in toe and tossed him into the crowd barrier. It all seemed legal now in the ring, ICU and A*Dubbs.

A*Dubbs staggered towards ICU, grabbed him and held him for a moment in a bear hug, and then sent him over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex. ICU remained on the prowl, quickly locking Dubbs in a sleeper. Outside of the ring Geo and Inferno seemed to be making their ways back to their corners of the ring. 

ICU let go of Dubbs, then ran into the ropes and dropped an elbow on his chest. Dubbs flinched slightly, and then rolled out of the way of another falling elbow. Dubbs crawled away from ICU and tried to get into his corner, Ivan tried to stop him by grabbing his leg which resulted in Dubbs kicking him in the jaw and diving into his corner to tag in Inferno.

Dante was a machine. He knocked ICU off his feet with a hay maker and then mounted his chest, unloading an array of punches. Geo began to step into the ring, but the referee stopped him. He had let the match get out of control too many times already, and so he didn't want to let it happen again. He picked ICU up and slammed him back onto the mat with a snap power bomb. Inferno jumped on him for the pin, the referee dropped to make the count.

One!

Two!

ICU kicked out with authority and pressed Inferno off of him. ICU got to his feet slowly, and blocked a punch from Inferno. ICU kicked him in to the stomach, tossed him into the ropes and hit him with a back elbow. ICU lifted Inferno up over his head, and then dropped with in a gorilla press slam. ICU casually walked over to Geo and tagged him in. Geo pounced on Inferno and whipped him into the ropes. Geo, showing his agility and energy, leaped frog over Inferno and on the return hit his second Dynasault of the night! Once Inferno was good and down, Geo ascended to the top rope where he came off with a less than perfect swanton bomb! Geo stood up, paced around the ring and clenched his fists. Geo went for the pin...

One..

Two..

Inferno kicked out. Inferno slowly got to his feet again. Geo paced the ring up and down, and then went after Inferno hoping to grapple him, but Inferno knocked him off his feet with a clothesline. Inferno kicked the rising Vacton in the stomach and slapped him around for a moment. He brought him up into a body slam where in a matter of moments Geo kicked his legs and reversed the momentum of the move into a reverse DDT...

GEOCIDE!!!

Vacton hit the Geocide and went for the pin. It seemed the match was his, but Dubbs jumped into the ring and broke it up. ICU entered, all hell broke loose. The four men brawled with each other, occasionally double teaming someone or switching who they were each beating on. It was seeming to be in the favor of Resistance until Inferno hit his Heaven/Hell on ICU! Vacton tried to defend his fallen partner, but Inferno and Dubbs were way too much for him. Dubbs hit "Tha Electrifyer," a diamond cutter type move. Dubbs howled to the crowd and then climbed to the top rope. ICU was beginning to stir, but Inferno made quick work of him with a few steady kicks to his ribs. Dubbs jumped off the top rope with his signature move...

PIMP JUICE!!!

Dubbs stayed on Vacton and pulled his leg up for the pin. Inferno was still going away at ICU as the referee made the count.

One!

Two!

Three!!!

"It's my party" by Fabulous immediately began to sink into the arena as Inferno and Dubbs backed away from Vacton and ICU. Dubbs had an ear-to-ear grin on his face...he had finally pinned Vacton. Inferno and Dubbs left the ring and retreated up the ramp.

The stakes were becoming higher and higher each week, and it now stood Resistance 2 - 1 Winters INC, as the INC had won the biggest match yet in this war, but many things were still to be decided.

What kind of match was the Legends Main Event going to be?

Who will be the Resistance's 5th Man?

Who is the 4th Shareholder?

And just what can happen next week.

Only one way to find out...7 days and counting.

Winner: Dubbs and Inferno