Saturday, May 15th 2004
Broadcasting LIVE! from Milwaukee, Wisconsin at 10/9 p.m. CT
Saturday, May 15th 2004
Broadcasting LIVE!
from Milwaukee,
Wisconsin at 10/9 p.m. CT
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Push my fingers into my eyes...
A Meeting of Minds
Oh God, what a way to start Courage. If it wasn’t the new Scorpion Fighting champion Phil Atken walking in one direction along a corridor backstage, and Chris Messiah, the… Northern Irish Schoolboy Tiddlywinks champion, walking in the opposite direction. You don’t need a degree in Mathematics to work out where this is going, but it certainly helped me. Apart from having the degree in Mathematics part, which I do not have.
Simian Kade Vs. Rome the Vile
As ACW’s first PPV back returned from an advertisement about upcoming events, already stationed in the ring were Rome the Vile and Simian Kade. Both men were standing eye to eye with chants ringing out from the crowd. WINNER : Rome the Vile
Should
Know By Now...
It
was nearly over. That
first, impossible
month would make or
break him he was told. He
was still to find out
which is was. Ideas
were in motion. Superstars
were being
built. A
new structure was
being molded. It
was all like he had
planned so far...so
far it had all gone to
that plan. Tonight
was either going to
show just how good he
was at this. Or. Tonight
was going to show that
with ACW...planning is
a pointless exercise.
Bantam Diablo Vs. Alex Draper
Bartender by (Hed) P.E. WINNER : Bantam Diablo
CAGE
MATCH
What goes around… Comes around. And it’s about to come around full swing. “The following contest is a Cage Match set for pinfall and submission only. Escaping the cage will not be a victory.” The lights of the arena dimmed in that old fashion method of lowering the structure that has broken a lot of bones, given a lot of bruises and sure as hell drawn a lot of blood in its time. Lasers of fresh, foggy light slapped the cage as it lowered down to the ring. The fans were in a low rumble, until… “Deutschland Uber Alles” The boos were thunderous, as the German walked out onto the stage, scars from the car accident scabbing on his face. His eyes were as cold as ever, but he didn’t take the time to stare out over the crowd he hated. His hatred was intended for someone else. “Introducing first, weighing in at…” “... the fuck out of here.” Volker Baldwin, one of the most hated men in ACW, took the mic. “Asshole!!! Get the fuck out here and let’s finish this right here and right…” The lights went down for the third time. Small drifts of fog rose from the stage, sliding along the ramp. Red lights began to shine. Massive Attack’s “Angel” began with the soft beginning. And then a figure, standing tall with neon sunglasses staring out over the crowd, appeared through the mist on the stage. The fans exploded, since there were no surprises here. Didn’t take much imagination to know who had been the mysterious antagonist. Everyone saw it coming. I mean, you’d have to be… “BLIND!” Was it any surprise? Through the darkness around the ring, Volker Baldwin rolled out of the ring and ran up the ramp. And through the mist, blind, the man who hadn’t been seen on television since the demise of thReat, stared down callously through his unseen eyes. Volker went to swing, but blind ducked under and slammed a fist into his face as hard as possible. Baldwin’s back slammed against the ramp just as the lights returned and Massive Attack died down. The fans cheered, as the cage lowered the rest of the way and came to a stop in the ring. blind bent down and wrapped his hand around Volker’s neck. He picked him up and sent another fist into his face, not knocking down Volker but sending him tripping down the ramp towards the ring. blind began to walk down the ramp, tossing his trench coat off and sunglasses down as he went. He reached Volker, grabbed him in position for a whip, and aimed for the cage. Volker reversed and with his force slammed blind’s face into the side of the cage. On one knee, Volker recovered and then got to his feet, as blind rolled over and prepared to get to his. Volker kicked blind in the side, sprawling blind across the mat. He then kicked him again and again in the back as hard as he could. He bent down and picked blind up, setting him up for a whip into the steel steps. Screaming, Volker tossed him into the steps, shoulder first. The fans booed as Volker looked down, his blood shot eyes burning on his face. blind used the barricade to get to his feet, a little out of breath and trying to recover. Volker ran at him with a clothesline, but blind hoisted him up in the air and slammed his face down against the barricade. A few fans cheered right in front of them, as blind locked up his fist and slammed a few home as Volker lay across the barricade. The ref tried to get blind in the ring. He grabbed hold of Volker’s neck, and slammed him face first into the cage just as Volker had done. He picked him up off the mat and rolled him into the cage. The ref got in the ring, as another ref closed the door and locked it shut. The bell rang. And blind started ‘stomping a mud hole’ in Volker as he lay against the turnbuckle. A good fifteen or so kicks into it, blind choked Volker with the heel of his boot. The ref pulled him off before he could do much damage. blind picked up Volker and sent him into the ropes. He bounced back to meet a sharp clothesline that slammed his head hard on the mat. blind ran into the ropes himself and leapt off with an elbow drop in mind. He connected across Volker’s throat, and then covered. 1… 2… Kick out by Volker. blind got to his feet, with the fans cheering him on, as Volker rolled to the ropes. He reached his feet, and blind sent a knee into his abdomen before whipping him once again. blind bent over for the back body drop, only to be kicked by Volker against the chest. blind stumbled backwards, and Volker took advantage with a few shots to the face. With blind up against the ropes, Volker grabbed a handful of his forehead and slammed the back of his head against the steel of the cage. blind grimaced hard, but sent a few fists into Volker’s side. Volker let go and stepped back, as blind leaned forward and earned a headlock. He pulled with all his strength, but nothing could stop Volker as he lifted blind up and slammed him down with suplex on his back. Volker hooked the leg. 1… 2… Kick out by blind. Volker got to one knee and sent fist after fist into blind’s forehead. He lifted blind up to his feet, put his head under his chin, and dropped down with a jawbreaker. blind grabbed his chin in pain as Volker got to his feet again. “ASS-HOLE!” Volker picked blind up by his hair and tossed his left arm over his shoulder. He hoisted him up into the vertical suplex position, made a 180 degree angle, and slammed blind down on his head with a Brainbuster DDT. He covered. 1… 2… … Kick out Volker got to his feet, pissed off as ever, and walked towards the door. He attempted to push it open, but hadn’t counted on the lock being there. He kicked it hard, but the ref just told him to get back to the match. After almost slapping the referee, he turned back to finish his dirty work. And that’s when he felt the upper arm muscles of blind slam against his neck with one hell of a clothesline. blind leaned up against the turnbuckle for a moment to gain some strength back as Volker held his head in pain. blind sprinted off the buckle and kicked Volker hard in the gut. He picked him up, sending some forearms into his face before he whipped him off the rope. blind waited for him to return, bent over for the back body drop, and this time nailed it, sending Volker flying upside down into the cage and landing behind the ropes. blind ran into the ropes and the dropped down with a baseball slide, sending his boot into the face of Volker Baldwin. As Volker final got his whole body horizontal again and rolled under the ropes, blind kicked him in the gut once again. Getting the Nazi to his feet, he hoisted over his head and onto his back. Crucifix Powerbowb blind hooked the leg. 1… 2… … Shoulder up The fans booed as Volker got out of the pinfall. blind got up to his feet, kicked Volker again, and picked him up only to toss him violently into the turnbuckle. He slapped him with a loud forearm, with a ‘WHOOO” echoing from the crowd, before he took Volker off the ropes and hoisted him onto his shoulder. He turned around to face the open ring, and then sprinted towards the other side. The fans exploded as blind Gutwrench Powerbombed Volker Baldwin straight into the caging. “BLIND!” Volker lay twisted on the outside of the ropes, the cage bent a little outwards on the spot of the impact. blind grabbed one foot, pulled the limp Volker back into the ring, and covered. 1… 2… … 3… Shoulder up blind, a little shocked, made his way over to the corner in preparation. Volker, completely out of it, slowly made his way to his feet. As he turned around, blind ran full speed with a spear in mind, but Volker thought fast and slammed blind down with a DDT. Despite the viciousness of the move, blind was still the first to get up seconds later with the approval of the crowd. He shook it off as Volker got to his feet. blind kicked Volker in the gut and then hoisted him up for another Gutwrench Powerbomb. He ran towards the caging again, but Volker slipped out and landed on his feet. He turned to catch blind bouncing off the ropes, shoved his head under his armpit, and used all his strength to hoist him into a Reverse Suplex. This time they were both down and neither was getting up anytime soon. The fans cheered on, with a small ‘BLIND!’ chant starting but never really getting off the ground. About a minute later, they both started to come to as they each made their way to their respective corners. Volker and blind got to their feet at the same time. And they turned to see each other standing. They stepped towards one another, but Volker was the first to strike with a fist. blind hit him back. The fists flew, but it was Volker who took the advantage. He slapped blind over to the ropes, where he pushed him up and bounced him to the other side. Volker ran at blind full speed, only to meet a clothesline that brought him down to the mat. With a cheering crowd behind him, blind picked Volker Baldwin up and locked him up from behind. He attempted to hoist him into the air, but Volker fought out of it. He attempted again, but Volker blocked it again. Again, he attempted, but the third time is the charm Volker went flying over blind’s head, landing on his… feet with an amazing flip. He locked blind up and hoisted him into the air. German Suplex. Still locked on, he rolled over Benoit style, got to his feet, and… German Suplex. Rolled to his feet again. Hoisted again. And… Well, of course. German Suplex. This time he kept the bridge intact with a pinfall attempt. 1… 2… … 3… Kick out Volker rolled to his feet, his energy seeming to have returned. He looked down at blind, and then looked down at the apron. He had something in mind. With blind beginning to stir, Volker walked over to the cage and began to climb up the caging. The ref looked on as he wondered what he had in mind, as blind got to his feet. Volker reached over the top as blind saw what he was doing. He turned and followed Volker up. Volker took his corner as blind reached the top himself. He carefully walked over, where the two met in the center, and sent a fist into blind’s face. He fell to one knee but luckily kept his balance on the cage. Volker sent another fist into his enemy’s face, but blind still stayed on. Fed up with the fists, he shot out a kick to finish off blind, but blind caught the foot and used his strength to catch it. The catch caused both of them to lose their balance and set each over on opposite ends. Just in time, both grabbed the caging before they fell. Each of them lifted up, but blind hit Volker. Volker held on. blind slapped him again, but still Volker held on. Fed up with his fists too, he decided on something else. But it sure as hell wasn’t a kick. He locked up Volker’s arm, lifted his legs to place his feet flat on the caging and kicked off. The fans watched as both men fell twenty feet down to the floor with a Superplex off the cage. “HOLY
SHIT!” blind lay motionless on the mat, as Volker Baldwin lay motionless on the steel of the ramp. Both men lay there, the referees looking on in shock, as the fans cheered the two on. blind was the first to move. He got to his feet with the help of the cage, and looked over at Volker who was just now beginning to stir. He walked over as Volker got to his feet, and locked him up from behind. “Son of a bitch!” He hoisted him into the air. Full Release German Suplex, straight into the steel. Volker was out cold. As cold as his bloodless heart. The fans cheered as blind walked towards the other side of the ring. He tossed some nameless bastard aside and closed up the steel chair he had taken. Volker was up to his feet, making a vain attempt to climb up the cage despite the fact that he barely had the strength to stand. blind walked over to him and prepared to slam the steel chair home. *SMACK* The chair slammed against the steel, as Volker just ducked under. And kicked blind right in his manhood. blind fell to his knees, as the crowd made their feelings known clearly. “ASS-HOLE!” Volker picked up the chair, and looked down at the kneeling blind, imagining him begging for his life. He lifted the chair above his head, and slammed it down against blind’s head with a sickening crunch. He tossed the chair down to the mat and picked blind up. He then proceeded to slam blind’s head into the steel pole standing in the corner of the cage. The ref unlocked the cage door to let them back into the cage. Volker rolled blind in with the steel chair, but didn’t go in himself just yet. He walked over to the corner and lifted the apron up. He pulled out a sledgehammer, silver and as new looking as ever. “What goes around comes around, asshole.” he whispered to himself just before he rolled back into the ring with his weapon of choice. blind was already to his feet as Volker gave his sinister smile and lifted the sledgehammer into the air. blind appeared to be out of it, but then he shot up and slammed his foot home in Volker’s face. The hammer fell to the ground as blind kicked Volker in the side to good measure. He picked him up and locked him in, hoisted him onto his shoulders. His hands ready, he pushed off and slammed Volker’s face straight into the mat. Sightless The fans cheered as he hooked the leg. 1… 2… … … 3! NO! Volker just got his shoulder up before the three count. blind, tired but not out, got to his feet one leg at a time and grabbed Volker by the neck. He shoved his head between his legs, and signaled to the crowd that it was time. The fans rose to their feet as Volker was lifted into the air. He pushed off blind’s chest, landed on his feet, kicked him in the gut, and then dropped him down with a DDT. But then… Tod – bluntly put, the German word for ‘Death’. blind wrenched in pain as Volker Baldwin locked on his signature move as tight as he could. The fans booed harshly as Volker reached back and pulled on blind’s neck with all his might. blind fought it all, reaching down for any strength he could find. The German Dream pulled back and screamed in unison with blind, one for force and the other for pain. blind’s right hand suddenly shot out, reaching for the ropes that were just out of reach. Volker saw this and pulled harder. blind’s hand pulled back to fight against the pain again before blind realized that this method was useless. He reached out again, but was still not close enough. He left hand dropped down to the mat and slowly strain under his weight. With the one handed push up in action, Volker reached back with all his strength, but by the it was too late. blind’s left hand pushed off, his right hand was in range, and he grabbed hold of the bottom rope. The fans exploded as the ref pulled Volker off of blind. Volker punched the mat before he quickly got to his feet and grabbed the steel chair. He waited for blind to reach his feet, slamming the chair against the mat in preparation. blind turned around, and Volker swung. Duck. Recover. And… *CRUCH* blind’s fist slammed against the steel chair, which sent Volker down to the mat. With the chair landing across his face, blind saw his chance. He turned towards the caging and started to climb up to the top. The fans rose to their feet as blind reached the top, but began to boo as the saw Volker stir up and remove the chair. blind turned around in preparation, but Volker was already to his feet by then. As blind looked down, Volker picked up the chair and tossed it quickly up towards blind. The chair slapped his arm before falling to the outside of the cage, but it was enough to cause blind to lose his balance. He fell forward, head first into the cage but… The fans booed insanely loud as they and blind himself realized that blind’s foot was caught between the metal structure on the top edge of the cage. Volker smiled as blind struggled, hanging upside down against the caging, trying to get his foot out. Volker looked down and quickly snatched up the sledgehammer. He laughed, screaming some threat to blind as he reached up and tried to get his foot out. He stood next to blind’s head, pulled the sledgehammer all the way back, and swung quickly. *SMACK* blind moved his head out of the way and grabbed hold of Volker’s instead. He slipped his foot through, flipped over forward, landed ass-first on the ropes, twisted Volker’s under his arm, and landed back first on the mat with Volker’s head. In other words… One hell of a DDT. “HOLY
SHIT!” blind, also hurt from the fall, rolled over and covered. 1… 2… … … … 3! NOT YET! Kick out by Volker. blind, agitated at this point, picked Volker up to his feet quickly. He shoved him down between his legs again, and signaled it was time once again. blind hoisted him up onto his shoulder, and BAM! … And Now You Can See He covered. 1… 2… … … … 3! It was over. The Nazi had lost the match. And blind had… … … “Bullshit!” The ref yelled no pinfall, as the camera zoomed in on Volker’s foot on the bottom rope. blind looked down in disbelief as he got to his feet. He stayed on his knees for a second, leaving Volker in the center of the ring alone, before he finally made a decision. blind walked over the cage again, because this time he was going to end this match once and for all. But, little did he know, Volker had gotten to his feet, walk over to the turnbuckle and was following in tow. As blind reached the top, he saw Volker on the other side of his edge, climbing onto the corner. The last time they were up there, they had both fallen down the outside. blind wasn’t going to let that shit happen the same way. He walked over, and hit Volker, who had to use the rope on the corner of the cage to keep his balance. blind then kicked him in the gut. blind tossed Volker over his shoulder as if preparing for the Death Valley Driver, and slowly walked towards the center of the side of the caging. The fans were at their feet again, light bulbs flashing behind blind as he measured up the ring. The camera zoomed in on his face, with Volker Baldwin over his shoulder, realizing what was about to occur. Then blind leapt. Ace Crusher off the cage “HOLY
SHIT!” Both men were dead. Neither of them moved until blind, with what little he had left, rolled over and dropped an arm across Volker’s chest. 1… 2… … … … 3! The fans cheered as the ref rang the bell, and “Angel” resurfaced through out the arena. Seconds passed before either of them could move again, but blind was first to get to his feet when it was all said and done. He walked over to the cage door, already open and waiting for the victor of the match to leave. He then stepped over and grabbed his jacket, his sunglasses, and a microphone. blind slipped on the glasses, and then lifted the microphone up. “… And now you can see.” The fans exploded. blind was back, and all sinners - prepare for what you have coming to you. He slipped the jacket on, and walked up by the cage, appearing as if nothing had happened. The motionless body of Volker Baldwin lay in the ring, the referee checking on him. Just another victim, and just another match. What goes around… Comes around. And, for Volker Baldwin, what came around was nothing short of justice. And never forget. Justice… … is… … blind. WINNER : blind
Linda?
"I'm good, thanks for asking."
Lancett vs. Jesse Ramey
Right on cue for the next match up to start the lights dim. On the titan-tron: The Megastar Through all the boos unfamiliar music engulfed the arena and the fans just overcame the music with their opposing side. Caught up in things that are inside of me. Lookin for something that I cannot see. Losing my faith but I'm tryin to believe. Losing my faith, losing my faith, losing my faith, losing my faith. Tryin
to be free. The
world is after me. Lancett appeared from the backstage with that same cocky smile and cocky attitude. He was more serious tonight though; he was going to show a Mr. Attitude his props in the squared circle, or at least try to. Lancett was focused and he has never looked this grand. He got halfway down the arena and looked over to the left to a kid holding a Ramey sign. He took it and pulled a permanent marker from his tights. With the marker he signed “Randy Lancett” over the face of Jesse Ramey. Lancett handed it back to the kid and the kid smiled. Lancett tossed the marker into the fans as they moshed for it. The whole world is after me. Feel like I'm caught in the ocean, there's always someone to help me down. The twisted tangled emotions, there's always someone to help me drown. Tryin to believe. Losing my faith, losing my faith, losing my faith, losing my faith. Tryin
to be free. Lancett reached the ring and climbed those steel stairs that lead to the ring. Of course The Rook had to show off this was a pay-per-view, people! As he scrolled the apron he looked at the fans smiling then reached a turnbuckle. He put one foot on the turnbuckle and then the other on the rope beside it. He pulled himself up and just looked at them, the fans. As he was interrupted… Don't tell me what to think Cause I don't care this time Don't tell me what you believe Cause you won't be there To catch me when I fall But you'll need me when I'm not here at all Miss me when I'm gone again, yeah I'm
going down in flames Don't
tell me how life is Jesse finally showed himself and he looked like any other grudge match. He was ready, he was prepared, and he was hyped. Mr. Action! himself was ready for action. He wasn’t wasting any time. He jolted towards the ring. I'm falling into this again, yeah I'm going down in flames I'm falling into this again, yeah He went to go slide under the bottom ropes but Lancett stood on the other side. Looking down to him, “Come on in.” Lancett dared Bad Attitude. They looked at each other for a while as the music started to fade into tranquility. I'm falling I'm all the way down here I'm falling down again I'm falling down I'm falling down I'm falling down The fans took their seats preparing for this battle. The referee got in the face of the Peoria Pirate to let Jesse into the ring. Ramey jumped to the apron and got into the ring slowly as Lancett was pushed to back off. The bell rang: Ding! Ding! Ding! Here it was: Jesse, respect, in one corner and Lancett, disrespect, in the other. They had all eyes on them as they loosened up. Jesse took first moved and walked to the middle of the ring, but Lancett didn’t budge. Lancett looked at him as he leaned into the turnbuckle. “Lets do this, Lancett.” Ramey demanded. Lancett smirked. Then looked to the audience, but he was greeted by one finger salutes. Lancett shook his head in disbelief. He looked back to Ramey, but stood there for a minute or two thinking about it; finally he decided and confronted him in the hub. The two got face to face and a seldom chant started to brew. RAM-EY!! RAM-EY!! Lancett couldn’t stand the attention being taken from him so he swung first. Bad Attitude blocked and threw one of his own. Lancett did the same by block n’ swing. Ramey changed it up a bit and block n’ kick. Lancett bent over from the kick and was taken down with a snap suplex. Mr. Action jumped to his feet after the move and sent three swift stomps to the shoulder of Lancett. Then Lancett pushed Ramey away and, almost hitting the referee, he stumbled back. Lancett got to his feet slowly noticing Ramey wants a fast paced match. The chants where fading but due to latest move they where resurrected. Lancett asked for a test of strength from Ramey. Ramey looked to the fans and then lifted his hand to take it. Lancett was a cheater, he was a brawler, and he took his chances, but who didn’t know this… Ramey knew! Lancett went to kick Ramey, but Ramey took his free hand and caught his foot and pulled Lancett close. Lancett was pulled towards Ramey while he was off balanced and was laid out with a clothesline. Out of rage the, self-proclaimed, Megastar got to his feet and decked Jesse in the face. Ramey didn’t expect such a fast punch to the melon. The seldom-dazed Ramey stumbled in place and Lancett took him for a ride to the air and back down with an inverted atomic drop. Lancett changed his arms to hook Ramey’s body and gave him a swift whip over his head with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Bad Attitude went for a hard ride, again… but Lancett wasn’t there to stop him. The sound of muscle hitting a flat surface echoed. The fans reacted with a louder: Owwwww! Lancett stood up and popped his right hand’s knuckles as Jesse started to get up. Lancett walked over to him and grabbed him by his hair. Ramey resisted and nailed Lancett into the gut a couple times. Lancett went to his roots, boxing. Lancett pulled Ramey to his a vertical base, you could almost hear “Eye of a Tiger” playing in the background as he did this, and sent three jabs to the face of Mr. Action and pumped Ramey with uppercuts to the gut all the way to the turnbuckle. The
referee got into the
way of Lancett and
Lancett stood up fully
and backed up just
smiling, that cheating
bastard. Lancett reached over for the ropes but he was placed just far enough from the ropes. Ramey rolled to his shoulders to push him away from the ropes.
Ramey realized that he was on his shoulder and lifted one. Ramey then pushed down on the shoulder on Lancett making him to loss his focus to push towards the ropes and caved in sliding far from the ropes. “Son-of-a-bitch.” Lancett cried. Lancett took a big breath and whipped his feet in a circle motion to get to his knees. He tried to pull his arm out of Ramey’s grasp and all the muscles and veins in his arm was busting with vigor. In result Lancett lifted Jesse off the ground. Lancett screamed in pain as he looked around and continued to lift Mr. Action! into the air. Lancett charged the turnbuckle folding Ramey between the top and middle turnbuckle and he popped through the ropes/turnbuckles and bounced off the apron to the ground. HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! The fans cheered. Lancett leaned against the near ropes and held his shoulder as his eyes watered. Ramey lay motionless outside. The Megastar looks to the outside and looked at the turnbuckle and climbed it, but what was weird is that he turned around when he reached the top. MOONSAULT~! The
fans said it
perfectly: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! Lancett hit the moonsault but he hit the outside mats rather than Ramey who rolled under the ring. Ramey rolled back from under the ring and sat up. He was panting, who wouldn’t be? He stood up with help from the apron. As he rolled his half dead body into the ring and broke the count, which was at three. Bad Attitude rolled back out and pulled up Lancett and tossed him into the ring. Mr. Action looked to the roof leaning against the ropes and then he bounced back at Lancett and went down with a textbook elbow drop over the jaw of the Peoria Pirate. Jesse sat up and dragged himself over to the legs of Lancett and stood up. He looked at the legs of “Better Than You.” Everyone could feel a The Attitude Adjustment coming up and the fans cheered as he threw his legs down and pulled the Rook up by his hair. HANGTIME!! A tornado DDT out of nowhere, Jesse didn’t want to take any chances. Here it was Lancett was out and Bad Attitude was going to make an attitude adjustment! Jesse picked up his legs and then hooked them and turned him over and snapped it in. Lancett bridged off his forearms and reached for the bottom rope and got fingertips. Ramey pushed Lancett from the ropes and knuckled down on him pinning him to the ground. “NO!!!!” Lancett yelled in reply to the referee. Lancett turned quickly and twisted out of the hold but just got on his back Ramey was trying to get Rook to turn over so he could lock it in. Lancett bent up to Jesse and small packaged him up into a pin, but it looked as if Lancett rolled through it with Ramey. Lancett and Jesse sprung to their feet. LEGACY ENDER DDT! Holy k-rap that came out of nowhere! Lancett placed one arm on Jesse. 1… 2… 3… Sorry but Ramey kicked out of the Ender! Lancett got to his knees and looked down to Ramey. Lancett wondered what the hell to do now, if that didn’t work then what? Lancett reached his feet and picked up Mr. Action! with him.
Lancett turned him over and fell on him. 1… 2… 3… “After Me” by Silva blared again over the stereo systems and the fans where a mix reaction from the great match-up. Lancett got to his knees and looked at the fans recognize him for his victory. His hand was raised and for once all eyes were on him, he loved it showing it though that huge smile he wore. He stood up and walked over to the ropes. Jesse was beginning to raise as Lancett looked over his shoulder to see his fallen victim. This is the time when you expect Lancett to help up Jesse and become a good guy, but if Lancett heard you say that he’d flick you off and tell you to go fuck yourself. Mostly what he did. “I told you Ramey, ‘You ain’t nuttin!” Lancett said as he climbed out of the ring. WINNER : Lancett
Reflections
There he sat backstage. Moments before the biggest match of his ACW career thus far. In a matter of minutes, Chris Messiah would be embarking on an ultimate submissions match. Thirty minutes of sheer hell. Fortunately for him, and unfortunately for Quinton May and Phil Atken, he had the Reality Check.
Action!
Match
The bigSCREEN lit up and filled with an image of Marshall and the Mammoth in the ring during their very first promo in the new ACW. It featured the two walking back up the ramp, filled with smiles… until the crowd started to chant that bone tingling chant. “Action! League!! Action! League!!” The Mammoth turned Geo around and he sat on the top of the turnbuckles with Geo in front of him. The Mammoth leant forward to grab Geo, but Rose sort of stopped that from happening by attempting to relax by leaning on the ropes… And applying a little pressure… And shaking vigorously… Which then made the Mammoth lose his balance… Which then resulted in the Mammoth losing concentration, giving Geo the upper hand to hop up onto the second turnbuckle and start laying into the Mammoth’s huge head. He tossed it to Vacton who wasted no time in cracking it over the Mammoth’s skull. He had been waiting a long time to do that. Geo stomped on the Mammoth and then lifted him up. He pried him up onto the table, slapped him with the chair one more time and then climbed on top of him to drill his head in some more. Once he was happy with his the Mammoth’s state, Geo climbed up to the top rope with the chair in hand. He stood at the top of the turnbuckle, and looked around. He rested his arms and neck on them catching his breath. Geo ran across the ring and bounced off the ropes parallel to those that his opponent rested on before jumping across the ring towards him placing the mop between his legs as if it were a witches broom, the wood cracked as Geo’s legs slid through the ropes and the handle snapped across the spine of the Mammoth. Geo slid through the ropes and landed on his feet on the outside of the ring. Briskly he spun around and slapped the Mammoth in the face hard. The Mammoth flew backwards crashing down to the mat. Geo took a moment to go back underneath the ring. Geo then took the bottom of the ladder in both his hands, jumped in to the air, fell backwards and yanked the ladder down and back out of the ring, driving the top of the ladder in to the Mammoth’s stomach and ribs. The ladder lifted the Mammoth up in to the air and flying over the top rope and in to the first row of the audience, landing on top of a few fans that fell down to the ground with him. Geo also crashed down to the outside of the ring but was well enough to get straight back to his feet. Geo collapsed against the guardrail, both arms out stretched across the top to keep him standing. The Mammoth approached with a head of steam and booted Geo in the face with a hard right boot to the chin sending him cart wheeling over the barricade and back to ringside. The Mammoth scaled the barricade, stepping over it easily. He pulled Geo up to his feet by the waist of his tights before grabbing him by the throat. He took a moment or two to trash talk Geo before tightening his grip on his throat. As this happened Geo kicked the Mammoth in the groin forcing him to release his grip on Geo’s neck and move his attention to his *ahem* manhood. As he did this Geo approached with punch after punch sending him stumbling backwards. WINNER : Geo Vacton
Reciting
History
The
acwTRON came to life,
and it was filled with
gold. Not
literally. But
the gold of the ACW
World Title zoomed in
close, and as the shot
panned out it's owner
filled the screen, as
boo's filled the arena
that looked onto it. "Firstly,
what I want to say is
this...nobody does
*this* anymore, and
for all the
entertainment bullshit
that you are watching
these days, all they
need to figure out is
this is the best way
to get over to your
fans, the medium of
mouth, and
vision..." The
fans didn't know what
to think. "Fuck
the WWE and
their commercialized 2
hours of crap on a
Monday night." Some
subsections of cheers. "Fuck
the fWo and
their cartoon
character loving
bitches." A
few boo's, and a few
cheers. "And
finally fuck
you." A
huge finger pointed at
the screen...it
pointed at you. "Fuck
all of you who doubt
me, for it is you who
drive me on to be the
success that I've been
for the whole of my
career. You drove me
with pride in the
earlier part of my
career, and now you
drive me in hatred and
filth, and for that, I
must commend you, as
it is you, who has
created the filth in
which you loathe, and
that's what really
digs into your skin
when you see my
face." He
switched his stance
however, and paused. "I've
already reeled off the
names that have stood
before me in the past,
and tonight there will
be another one added
to that list. There's
a saying that you
should keep your
friends close, but
your enemies even
closer. Chris, you
were a true friend at
the start, but it
seems that you, and
these fans have turned
be into an enemy, and
for that, I will have
to finish, what I
created...and that's
the end of this
fairytale story of the
champion that never
was. What's
that other saying, oh
yeah, you cannot kill
what you did not
create? Your
numbers are up pal,
have a good
life."
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- - - - - - - - -)
The fans were loud and rowdy, yet another form of pleasure from the ACW had not ceased to do its job, that being entertainment. They had gotten half their moneys worth for the night, but quickly anticipated the second half coming with an extra kick, it being the second hour of the show, it contained the Main Event. Fin.
Chris Messiah Vs. Phil Atken Vs. Quinton May
:: TO BE ADDED SOON :: WINNER :
'A
Deal with the Boss'
A warm fist hammered on the door of William Laguna’s office leaving a small smudge where each individual knuckle had made contact with the wood. It took a few seconds for the knock to be responded to. After a few short moments of silence Laguna’s voice bellowed from within the room.
The
Faceless Owner Appears
The
ACWtron lit up the
static arena, and gave
ACW fans all around
the world their very
first view of the man
that owned their
beloved federation,
the caption at the
bottom of the screen
telling them exactly
who they were looking
at. William
Laguna - ACW Owner and
Chief "Hello." A
rapturous cheer set
Laguna back a little,
as the whole arena got
to their feet for the
man that had single handedly
got ACW back to were
it should be, in the
hearts and minds of
the viewing public. "Ladies
and gentleman, this
will not become an act
of habit, I guarantee
you that, however I
felt it was necessary
to keep you in the
loop for the upcoming
ACW events, and to why
I won't be at the head
of them. That
trend is not going to
change; in fact I'm
going to heighten the
bar." The
ACW fans were
intrigued to say the
least, where was he
going with this? "On
the 4th of July, ACW
will hold it's second
pay-per-view of the
year, aptly named Glory,
there will be six
Courage's leading up
to that PPV from
today, and in only one
occasion will I be
running the show.
Instead, five superstars
of my choosing will
have the task of
running the federation
for the evening. Now
these superstars will
be helped by my staff,
there is no question
of that, but these men
will have the task of
making decisions, and
more or less doing
what they want with
the temporary power in
which they have been
given by my hands. What
is the point in this
you ask? Well...at
Glory, I will be in a
similar position to
this, and I will be
asking you, the fans,
which show you
believed to be of the
best quality, and the
winner, will get a
title shot of his
choice. To decide on
which men will receive
this challenge, I have
a little tom bola
here, and it has all
the names of active
superstars here in
ACW, so I will pick
out five names." Laguna
pulled out five of the
blue balls and placed
then down in a neat
line. "However
their names come out,
is the order in which
they will take charge
of events." He
then reeled off the
names. Chris
Messiah Phil
Atken Lancett Geo
Vacton SilverHAWK The
final name of the list
got the fans on their
feet in hatred, as
they realised what
kind of havoc HAWK
could create being in
charge of the show
again...but he'd never
win anyway. "There
we have it, and with
these few words I
thank you ladies and
gentleman, and enjoy
the main event." And
with that the screen
faded, the next five
week's were going to
be eventful, but one
question remained. Who
would be the World
Champion during the
run up to Glory. Only
one way to find out.
ACW
World Heavyweight
Championship Match
“Please
allow me to introduce
myself The Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil”. The ACWtron faded to black once more on this grand night for ACW. There REEEVIVAL~!!*ahem* For those who had paid attention to what direction tonight’s main event had taken over the last couple of months… they might no what to expect. Don’t worry… almost nothing short of a repeat of the ACW roster riot would prepare you for what’s about to happen. “And
I was 'round when
Jesus Christ An image, silhouetted as it was, faded into view on the Tron. What could be made out from the black silhouetted frame was sharply spiked hair, still long enough to awkwardly jut out here and there. Of course, the easiest thing to pick out from the black silhouette was the bright orange burning ember that hung, smoldering, from the man’s cigarette. For a moment the shot was of this image, a quick drag before… The video feed skipped forward, to the rhythm of the music, and the burning embers of the man’s cigarette had already been flicked away to hit the ground behind him. With that the entire concrete ground work on the video is lit up in an arching letter, an anarchy A, that filled up the screen. While at the same moment… BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! “Pleased
to meet you Pyros exploded on either side of the ramp, three times, simultaneously… as the man who all this was for, quickly made his entrance as he ran down the ramp and slid forward into the ring. “The Original Pulp Hero” Alias. The crowd was insane, the moment was electric. This was there hero. Oh, but wait just one moment… ahem…. Ladies and Gentlemen, as “Sympathy for the Devil” segwayed into “Wake Up”… Come
on, although ya try to
discredit Your World Champion. There where boos… but in some pockets, more then usual, there was also cheers. Either way you looked it, if the crowd was vocal for Alias once more, they where equally as boisterous towards SilverHAWK. Still
knee-deep in the
system's shit SilverHAWK still walked out with that traaademark sneer, directing it entirely towards Alias as he walked down the aisle. The ACWtron playing a rotating highlight package of his illustrious career as he sauntered down the aisle, the gold World strap glistening on his shoulder. Zach just kept on breaking rhymes… and as SilverHAWK walked ever closer to that ring, there was only two men in the world. Alias. SilverHAWK. One World Heavyweight Champion. Two Champions. Movements
come and movements go SilverHAWK rolled into the ring and popped up to his feet, immediately coming face to face with Alias, a smile evidently wide across his face. He dropped the golden belt off of his shoulder, and into the hands of the referee beside the two of them. What was the job of the ref tonight? Keep out of the way. Now… why would that be? Well ladies and gents, tonight’s match… No Holds Barred. Yeah, you better believe it. Alias decided to break the stare off. He turned the power to the have-nots Ding. Ding. Ding. Let the match that would change All-Star Championship Wrestling… begin. And then came the shot! The two opponents circled each other like hawks, trying to analyze one another. The mannerisms, mannerisms and moves that they knew to well… these to men held a history between one another that could be trailed back almost a decade. However long it was, they both knew that it would prove difficult to even gain a foothold in this fight because of it. Finally, Alias got sick of waiting and lashed out with a left jab. However, Hawk was quick to respond to that, and moved back, the momentum of his contender catching him off balance. Hawk grabbed Alias’s arm, and locked on a grounded hammerlock as the World title contender tried to wriggle free, and the Champion simply applied more pressure. Alias tried to escape, and reached out with his free hand, grabbing onto the bottom rope, as the referee saw this. The referee pointed it out to Hawk, who seemed slightly annoyed by the whole prospect, and lifted up the Pulp Hero. Alias, however, managed to shove Hawk away for a second, and that was all it took. The Original Pulp Hero swung around, and connected with a discus punch into SilverHAWK's face, causing the older salt (of the two) to stumble around. Alias gripped his shoulder in pain (due to the strenuous schedule he had put himself through all to recently). However, Alias realized this was his chance, and he quickly seized on the opportunity, drop toe holding the temporarily blinded World Champion down to the mat. Alias locked on an STF submission hold, and the referee checked on Hawk to see if he was alright. Hawk bared his teeth, not willing to give in to such a submission hold, and reached out for the nearest ropes. When he grabbed onto the bottom rope, it was just to early for a submission to have a great impact in the match, the referee notified to Alias that he had to release the hold, and the Pulp Hero complied, albeit somewhat hesitantly. Alias lifted up Hawk, but Hawk low blowed Alias, and rolled him up, quickly using the ropes. One! Two! The referee saw this, and berated Hawk. The ref knew he had to let the low blow slide because of the rules of the match… but he wasn’t about to have the ropes used for a pinning predicament, in his match. Hawk got off, and simply flipped the bird at him. Seconds later, Hawk finds himself flat on the mat courtesy of a German Suplex. Alias pumps a fist up for the crowd and then heads to the top rope and before Hawk can get to his feet, Alias hits him with a dropkick. Hawk tries valiantly to get to his feet once more, just plain stubborn sometimes… and falls into Alias’s grasp, before being taken over with an exploder suplex. Hawk staggered to his feet, and into the waiting clutches of an arm screw, yeah Alias was going all out with this shit right now. Not letting up, hoping his momentum would continue to carry itself… hopefully. Hawk slowly rolled his way to a standing base, and 3 seconds after that the crowd went nuts with applause. Uuuuuranage suplex. All Alias wanted now was for Hawk to just STAY DOWN… atleast for more then 5 seconds at a damn time. Alias reached for Hawk. Hawk dropped to his knees and but just couldn’t low blow Alias a second time, instead he surprised him with a sudden chop to the stomach. Alias staggered back, falling into the ropes and immediately finding himself tangled in them. The ref, ever subservient, went over to help. Hawk went over to hurt. Full brunt clotheline, natch! One that would make Miami proud… you know, if Hawk hadn’t been such a stuck-up dick for the past two months. And then Alias was on the floor. Hawk stayed by the ropes, and then as Alias got up, went and put it all on red. Slingshot. Ma-fuckin’ CROSS BODY~! Both men lay there on the ground in pain, it seemed that Hawk had banged his knee pretty damn hard after creaming Alias. Hawk, however, was still the first on up as he picked up Alias by the hair and rolled him back into the ring. The crowd applauded, more for the crazy move then anything else. Standing on the apron, Hawk slingshotted himself back over the ropes into a legdrop across Alias. Oh yeah, it was quite evident that Hawk was pulling out as many stops as Alias… keeping his offence as unexpected as ‘expected’. Cover! One! Two! Kickout! Hawk stood Alias up and chopped him across the chest, before snapmaring him to the groud. As Hawk lunged forward to cream Alias in the back with his size 12 wrestling boots, Alias pulled his head forward so he was lying full out on the canvas. Hawk’s carried him forward, stumbling out in front of Alias in an attempt to keep from pulling a Charlie Brown/Football payoff, finding steady footing Hawk turned around to double-back and continue the assault. Alias was already in a fighting stance and booted him in the stomach. He draped the arm and snap suplexed the ‘monolithic’ figure of ACW over to the mat. Rolling his hips, he shifted his weight to the right and and drug Hawk back up to his feet before hooking the left leg for a possible Fisherman. Alias lifted Hawk up, stalled for a two seconds, then sat out; hanging him up on his left shoulder with the Muscle Buster. Hawk’s body fell limply to the open space infront of him, as the crowd with hushed “ooooo’s” in kind. Alias then leapt onto the top rope, as quick as possible, and made this won out on a wing and a prayer. GLASGOW KISS. Connected. Bouncing off of the impact, Alias held his head in pain, as blood rushed to it’s surface but luckily didn’t run out thanks to Alias’s ability to keep cut free so far tonight, before he rolled on top of Hawk, hoping that the trademark swandive headbutt would be enough to keep Hawk on the canvas. He’d damn sure need some luck… but hell, just think of it as winning the lottery. ;) One! Two! Three! NO! No. Not this early, never this early. Alias reached over and hooked Hawk's head around the neck, leveraging his own body against his challenger's to get to a somewhat vertical base, before beginning to lift Hawk to his feet too. Alias hooked him from behind and drove him backwards with another german suplex... looking, hoping to stay on this advantage. Seeing ACW’s Champion down, Alias picked him up by the closely cropped hair and slammed his body to the mat, dropping and hooking the leg. One! Two! Kickout by Hawk. Alias picked him up again and hooked his head, dropping him to the mat with a DDT. Alias backed up a few steps, watching the pinical of All-Star achievement get to his feet, before Alias slingshotted himself off the ropes, and landed a hard dropkick to the left knee, knocking Hawk to his right. Another slingshot as Hawk was getting back up, and a dropkick to the same knee put Hawk down once again, grabbing his leg in pain. Alias, wanting the end to be near… but knowing that there was still a long battle ahead, pulled Hawk to the corner and hooked him for a super back bodydrop. BAM! Spurred on by the cheers, Alias climbed to the top rope, preparing to deliver what he assumed would be the finishing blow, or atleast a great hindrance to Hawk’s success tonight. Alias took just a moment to eye his challenger lying prone on the mat below, and the Original Pulp Hero took flight with the swandive headbutt AGAIN... a flight that hit nothing but mat, as the crowed wowed in awe. Glasgow Kiss 2: Electric Boogaloo… meets nothing but mat, read all about it! SilverHAWK, to his credit, had still been fighting this entire match. He held a slight weight advantage over Alias, which equaled out Alias’s height and reach advantage, but was hit hard early on and was incredibly impressed with the way that Alias has kept the pressure on, working on him from all angles, not giving him a chance to catch his breath and take control. That small second of hesitation up top, however, gave Hawk the chance he was seeking - and he was able to roll out of the way as Alias hit the mat. Now, with the Pulp Hero slowly recovering from his crash to the mat, Hawk had the chance to take a few moments to catch his breath and return to his feet. Alias and Hawk, using their hands and the ropes, respectively, managed their way to their feet at approximately the same time – Alias’s forehead now sporting a fresh coat of his own blood, having busted it open on the uncharacteristic risky move. Damn did he ever want this. He leaned back into the ropes and used their momentum to land an elbow square in the face. Hawk took it, but fired back a fist of his own. Alias with an elbow. Hawk with a punch. Neither man gave an inch. Alias with an elbow. Hawk with a punch. Then another. Then another… opening Alias even wider open and leaving fresh blood smears all over the fist of Hawk, as he limped towards Alias, he knee still bothering him… but still not bothering him enough to stop pushing the advantage, before HAWK used a lot of his reserves as he clotheslined Alias over the top rope, joining him in the journey...both men falling to the ground below. The match sat at a standstill, as both men lay on the mat, broken after their fall. The first one to move was HAWK, as he rolled onto his side and coughed up some hanging spittle, he looked around to figure out where Alias was. Finding his opponent, he yanked on the ring apron and pulled himself to his feet, gingerly. Alias wasn't still anymore however, he raised his head and watched on as HAWK had now found his bearings, Alias slid away to the side of the ring as he left a small pool of blood where his head had been sitting. SilverHAWK pulled on Alias trousers, stopping him in his tracks, adding that a boot to the calf as Alias finally stopped moving. HAWK helped Alias up, and then accompanied him to the ring steps just a matter of two walking paces away from their current position. Alias' head thrusted at the steel. A jamming leg to halt the movement. SilverHAWK looked at Alias as the former Champion jabbed him in the cheek with an elbow, and then proceeded to ram him into the steel steps...until HAWK's leg joined Alias' onto of the bumped steel surface. Both men stood at the standstill. What next? SilverHAWK rammed his skull onto the top of Alias' nose, causing the challenger to stumble back into the fan rail holding his face in shock more than pain. SilverHAWK shook his head ferociously to shake away his own cobwebs as he followed up with a boot to Alias' stomach, something that didn't go down too well with the fWo roster member as he immediately smacked HAWK back, in the face with a harsh right hand shot. And then came the duel to manliness. Right hand by HAWK. Right hand by Alias. "Whoooooo..." Right hand by HAWK. Right hand by Alias. "Whoooooo..." Right hand by HAWK. Right hand by Alias. "Whoooooo..." Right hand by HAWK. Right hand by Alias. "Whoooooo..." Right hand by HAWK, and Alias finally went down. "Boooooooo..." HAWK looked at the figures who used to support him, and gave them a single finger salute. Way to get them on your side... "Get up you fucking prick." SilverHAWK grabbed Alias by the spikes, but soon let go as a hard ball of fingers impacted with his mid-drift, and then another came, and another, and then another, until HAWK had backed up so far that he was now lying against the ring apron, his spine resting against the ring's outline. Alias directed his forearm to HAWK's face, and then lifted him into the ring, to try and get this match back to some sort of order. SilverHAWK got to his vertical base, and was pleased to see that Alias was still making his way up from the apron, HAWK waited however, for his opponent to get his bearings before the next attack. Charging, his fatigue pushed to the back of his mind, HAWK caught Alias with a running boot to the stomach that sent him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Obviously, the Tin Angel had to come back from where he came from, as Alias bounced out, SilverHAWK attempted a kick to the stomach. Caught. SilverHAWK spun. SPEAR HAWK was nearly chopped in half as Alias tossed him to the mat like a bag of shit. Alias roared to his feet and cried to the fans, they responded as the former ACW Champion climbed to the top rope and then took the dive. Glasgow Kiss (All royalties to KSZ) Alias covered. 1... 2...
Close one... HAWK shot the right arm up as he finally came to grips with what was going on, but before he could find any bearings he had Alias kicking at his back as the fWo starlet was already on his feet, sweat and blood dripping from his locks of hair. Alias picked HAWK up and tossed him into the corner, targeting his stomach and midsection some more with some other shots with his right boot. Trying to use the full effect of his power burst, Alias rammed his shoulder blades into HAWK's stomach before one last push on. He whipped HAWK to the other side of the ring and then exploded out of the turnbuckle that he had just come from. HAWK, with the force to which was applied to the whip, bounced out from his short term hole, and then side stepped, leaving Alias connecting with the ring pole and then falling out of the ring. SilverHAWK spotted his nemesis on the outside of the ring, his head was barely visible as he seemed to be on his hands and knees, but what HAWK didn't know, was that he was searching for something to give him time to recover... HAWK jumped out of the ring and went the long way around, and then quickened his pace before he got to Alias, laying in a shot to the top of Alias' back with his right toe. Alias dove away to the fan railing just at the last moment, leaving SilverHAWK screeching to a halt. "What the fuck." Alias stood. Armed. sledgeHAMMER Crowd // POP Alias // Enraged SilverHAWK // FUCKED SilverHAWK backed up, as Alias was now fully on his feet, and very much in charge of the death device he now held in his hands. Alias lifted and dropped the sledgehammer into his palm a few times, really for effect more than anything else. "No DQ HAWK, anything goes...I think this comes under anything?" HAWK couldn't hear Alias' mocking tone, as his vision and attention was placed on the movements of the rather large bone breaking device which Alias now held in his two hands, he was watching for any sudden movements, mainly of which were going to be directed at his skull. Alias shot forward. And then stopped. The fans howled as SilverHAWK was seen bolting to the other side of the ring, but then he jumped into the ring, and without Alias knowing it, he had pretty much just turned the tables. Alias however, wasn't a man to back down, he quickly made his way up to the apron, where the two men now stood at a standstill. HAWK knew that he was fast enough to catch Alias if he tried to get in the ring. Alias knew that he was fast enough for HAWK not to catch him as he moved into the ring. Only one was right. That man was the ACW Champion. As Alias jumped in SilverHAWK dove for him, and gave him a sharp forearm smash to the face as he lowered himself to get under the top rope. The sledgehammer dropped to the outside of the ring as SilverHAWK pulled Alias into the middle of the ring and went completely ballistic. Kick to the body Kick to the body Kick to the top of the back. An elbow. Another elbow. Finally
a knee drop to the
back of Alias' head. SilverHAWK flipped off the fans, and then suddenly started to move backwards, as he looked down at a lacerated forehead, he soon got that sinking feeling, as he hit the canvas hard as Alias had taken him from the corner of the ring to the centre and then planted him with a huge spine buster. Another cover from Alias. 1... 2... Kickout. SilverHAWK powered out, which was an impressive feat at this late stage in the match, but he was slowly running out of time to try and get this over and done with, Alias was the fitter man, there was no question of that. The 'Tin Angel' got on all fours, and then to his feet as another small disappointment of a kickout was instantly wiped from his memory. He then composed himself, and wiped the blood away from his eyes. He had never bled this much from such a minor injury, but he didn't have the time to think about that, but a small thought did come into his mind; lets give HAWK one of these. Alias was out of the ring like a shot, and then back into the ring as quick as he had left it, armed, with a wrecking ball placed in between his two hands called a sledgehammer. He lifted it into the air, as SilverHAWK sat on his knees looking up at his fate, his redemption and Alias' payback. THUD A sledgehammer to the head? ... ... ... Or a lowBLOW? The later was the outcome, as Alias dropped the sledgehammer on the mat, but did so in such a freak way that as the metal pounded against the canvas, the wooden part bounced towards HAWK and smacked him in the face, such was his low position to the mat after the low blow. A freak accident? Or the wrestling God's warning him never to cheat again? . .. ... .... We'll go with the accident. Both men were on the canvas, as the match took another small period of rest, before SilverHAWK began to make some motions to the ropes, to which he used to his benefit to pull himself up. He felt the side of his jaw, and rolled his neck to try and shake away the cobwebs from the mystery moving sledgehammer... The sledgehammer...there is was, in all it's destructive beauty, and then the arena became a place of pure hatred as the champion held it in his hands. SilverHAWK looked down at his fallen, and then hoisted the sledgehammer into the air, and drove it down mercilessly...into the canvas. The sledgehammer broke the canvas, as it traveled down into the rings inner workings and beyond. Fans // Bemused. Alias // Lucky mother-fucker. HAWK // Crazy? HAWK pulled the hammer back up from it's whole, and then launched it into the ring floor once again, making the whole slightly larger in size. Alias began to make moves for the outside of the ring, he didn't want any part of what was going on in the ring, whatever the hell it was, but his tracks were stopped as HAWK yanked on his right leg and pulled him into the middle of the ring. Boot to the face. Wasn't enough. Hammer to the thigh. Alias howled in pain as SilverHAWK jabbed the battering ram into his quadricep, leaving any illusions of escape clearly out of the window, and then HAWK's earlier activity began to take shape. HAWK pulled Alias' leg, and then pushed it into the gap, Alias struggled, but as he winced in pain going in, there was pretty much no hope of him getting it out without sufficient pain. He was stuck. HAIL SILVERHAWK, WRESTLING GENIUS! Then he went to work. The arena erupted in boo's as HAWK attacked Alias with kicks to the body, head and then got down, squatting over his challenger and pummeling him with right hands to the face. The plan wasn't 100% thought out however... As with every moment SilverHAWK took to take part his opponent, that very man was inching his way to freedom, in severe pain, but freedom none the less. As he brought his leg up, inch by inch, the wounds became less deep, as the hole was beginning to give way, but the top of Alias' leg was painted crimson, which could be seen even through his pants. Alias had his leg free, but HAWK soon caught on, he pummeled another two shots into the former champions face and then rose to his feet, jumping quickly out of the ring and pulling out another weapon. Steel chair. He got in the ring, but didn't get far, as Alias kicked the champion in the back, causing him to not only drop the chair, but also to the mat. Alias intercepted the metal, and as the champion rose to his feet. TWANG A steel chair to the side caused HAWK to stagger along the ropes, but he kept an eye on the chair swinging challenger, because he had a plan B. Alias hoisted the chair into the air. Kick in the stomach. breakDOWN. But he couldn't capitalize...as both men lay on the mat, Alias out from SilverHAWK's patented finisher, and HAWK down from Alias' swing with a steel chair. And then he crept the arm over... SilverHAWK. Covered. Alias.
1...
The fans got to their feet.
2...
Hands were raised to eyes.
3?
...
Nope.
Arse's were now back on seats. Tiredness had crept in a long, long time ago. Both men were past that stage. The only thing that kept them going was each other, but adrenaline could only take you so far. SilverHAWK got to his feet and pulled Alias to his feet, and yanked him to the other side of the ring, shoving him towards the ropes hoping to capitalize on Alias' return, but Alias ducked the oncoming clothesline, and before HAWK knew it, Alias had jumped across the other side of the ropes and was now on HAWK's back. Sleeper hold. Alias lifted himself off of the ground, HAWK slugging all of Alias' bodyweight around the ring, as HAWK tried to stay on his feet, a task which was becoming a lot harder with every passing second in which his brain's oxygen supply was being shortened. HAWK seen one last chance to get Alias off of his back, and he put it into action. He quickly paced towards the turnbuckle and then turned before impact, but it didn't go how he had intended. Alias head rattled the back of HAWK's, and like a cut down tree in the forest, HAWK, and his lumber slowly fell to the ground with a very large thump. The crowd gasped. Another thump. This time Alias falling on top of HAWK, the champions bare skull meeting the harsh metal of the shrapnel of a steel chair which lay on the side of the ring. The ring was static, apart from the referee who was frantically checking on both men...and as he did, Alias rolled off, and found a quiet spot to recover. The arena watched on as SilverHAWK lay out cold, face to the mat, lying in a very unnatural position as Alias sat up and rubbed his groggy head. The referee, made a check with Alias, but the former ACW Champion didn't seem to understand what he was trying to say. The 'Tin Angel' got to his feet, groggy, tired, and aching. Checking his surroundings, he noticed one thing; a silent arena. The crowd didn't know what was going to happen after what seemed to be a freak accident in the middle of the ring. Alias was stalling, the fans could see it, he moved over to SilverHAWK, and jabbed him with his toe. Nothing. He slapped HAWK in the head, thinking he was playing possum. Nothing. He pulled HAWK over on his back, and looked down into HAWK's face. Nothing. And as he fell to his knees, and hunched over the current champion's motionless body, he placed his name in immortality, for the second time in such a short period of time. 1. 2. 3. And that was it; over and done with. Alias was the champion of champions. SilverHAWK the man who had kept it warm for him while ACW was out of commission. But this wasn't de' ja' vu', there wasn't an explosion of cheers, or streamers coming from the sealing, instead, there was a motionless crowd as SilverHAWK was still knocked out on the side of the ring, as EMTs suddenly rushed onto the scene. They past him by like was a nobody, the man who now had the gold in his hand looked on, as the man who had unwillingly passed it to him lay motionless on the canvas in front of him. But then hope. SilverHAWK began to sit up. A cheer. A smile from Alias. He grabbed the ropes beside him, and thrust the gold into the air, the crowd were now ready to salute their new champion. All was good in ACW again, the rightful champion was in his place...and it now seemed that the Revival of ACW from it's saddened state had been completed, and now it was onto greater and bigger things. The Revival, was just the beginning. "HAWK! Can you hear me..." "Yeah...where am I?" "You're at Revival remember, you were wrestling Alias." "Yeah..." "You are in the ring just now, but we gotta check you out, can you get up?" "No." "Why not?" "I . . . I . . . I can't see." WINNER and new ACW World Heavyweight Champion : Alias
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