“Where, oh where could he be?” Hillary said biting her bottom lip. 

She muttered the rest to the random road agents that flew by looking for who ever, “This whole deal William wanted to pull ratings is turning into a total disaster.”

One of these many road agents stopped in front of her, “Have you tried to call him? You do know what he went though in that Mexican federation, hWo? Correct?”

Her eyes went narrow and worry was obvious. “What?”

“He went through a death match, mam’.”

“Oh dear, hurry get the hospital’s number, go, go!”

The road agent went off. Hillary seemed to be more worried about the show than Lancett. William has turned Hillary and Kent into a ratings thriven bastards … good work.

The arena was still for a moment… and then…

“’COS I’M T-N-T!!!! I’M DY-NO-MITE!!!!”

The United States Champion, Geo Vacton, emerged from behind the curtain. He stepped out into a wave of cheers. Magick Man slipped out behind him, and the two headed down to the ring. Geo stopped on the ramp and held his title up to the crowd, emitting huge roars from the crowd.

Geo slid into the ring and climbed up to the second turn buckle of one of the corners. He held his one arm up to the crowd and held his other up with the title in his hand much in a Steve Austin fashion. He hopped down, and then continued his parade around the ring, letting the flash photography nearly blind him.

Eventually, he came to the middle of the ring and tossed the title onto his shoulder. Magick Man smiled proudly and paced around the ring. Geo grabbed a mic from a grip and paced around the middle of the ring. The lights started to stop flashing, and his music faded out…

“T-N-T!!!!”
“T-N-T!!!!”
“T-N-T!!!!”

The crowd chanted for Geo while he continued to the step around the ring with the title over his shoulder and a the microphone brought to his lips.

“Thank you, thank you.” He muttered into the mic. “You know, the odds certainly weren’t in my favor. I had the friggin’ Action! League still all pissed off at me, I had Phoenix Rose swearing to do whatever it took to win… And then to make it all nice and shiny, I had a little bit of extra company.” The crowd booed. “Yeah…”

“But still, I came out on top. With the crowd chanting in my favor, with the whole world watching along at home, I beat three… Hell, let’s make it four to make me look even better…” Geo half smiled, the crowd cheered. “After going through… we’ll round it a bit, 3.5 men, I won the ACW United States Championship for the second time in my career here in ACW… And Goddamn, it feels great.” The crowd cheered.

“T-N-T!!!”
“T-N-T!!!”

“No! No!” Geo stopped the crowd. “Don’t do that… I think there’s something a little bit more appropriate… U-S-A… U-S-A…”

The crowd caught on…

“U-S-A!!!”
“U-S-A!!!”
“U-S-A!!!”

Geo smiled and paced around the ring. “Now, there’s something… Or, someone that needs to be addressed.” The crowd cheered for Geo, knowing he was referring to A*Dubbs and although they hated him, they’d love to see those two in the ring again.

“Last week, A*Dubbs… Yeah, go ahead.” Geo gave the crowd time to boo, and so they did. “A*Dubbs tried to stop me from winning the fatal four way for the US Championship… And you know what, he almost did…” Geo paused for a moment. “But, let’s take a look at that again… You see, I said… ALMOST. He failed. He couldn’t do it. He didn’t get the job done. I still won the match, I still became the US Champion. He couldn’t stop me!!” The crowd roared.

“Now he made his return last week, and yeah I gotta give it to him… He made his way in with a bang. Although I think my entrance into 21w was a little bit better…” The crowd cheered. (Geo came into 21w by fooling the crowd into thinking he was the much hated Graphic Violence… It was the whole GV initials thing.) “But, nevertheless he made his way in in a big way.”

“So, just what is my big announcement? Well, I’m gonna give You guys and A*Dubbs what he’s been waiting for… I’m gonna give him a shot at the title, right here, tonight!” The crowd roared for Geo. “So Dubbs, how’s about you make you’re way out and we make this official…”

Geo looked up at the entrance ramp and waited to hear Dubbs’ music start to play. He expected him to come out right away, and after a few moments he began to grow leery. The crowd murmured.

“I said… How’s about you make you’re way out here and we make this official…” Geo looked around, still no sign of Dubbs.

“A*Dubbs. Get your ass out here.. You had no problem coming out last week…”

But there was no A*Dubbs.

The lights started to flash, and music started to fill the arena… But it wasn’t A*Dubbs making his way to the ring. It was Phoenix Rose. The crowd cheered, but everyone was confused… Including Geo.

Rose held his arms out to the crowd, and then paced around the top of the entrance ramp.

“Geo… I’m sorry, but A*Dubbs ain’t here tonight…” The crowd booed. “So, it looks like you guys can’t have it out… Sorry, dude.” The crowd booed again, in obvious disappointment. “However, there is someone else here… Someone else who wants a shot at that title, just as bad if not worse…”

Geo cocked his head to the side. “Oh, yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah, G. His name’s Phoenix Rose.” The crowd roared. “Now Geo, you know there’s no love lost between us after last week… So, I was thinking… What if, as a favor to me… Just like I helped you a few weeks ago when you needed a tag team partner… You help me out a little bit, and you give me a shot at your title… Right here, tonight.”

The crowed roared.

Geo Vacton VS Phoenix Rose for the United States Championship?! HOLY SHIT!!!

Geo smiled. “You want it? You got it, bro.” The crowd cheered. Phoenix nodded in approval.

“So, it’s settled then. Geo Vacton versus Phoenix Rose for the United States Championship…” Rose said, grinning and looking around at the crowd, hyping the match up.

“Hell yeah, Rose. And it’s gonna be a freaking show stopper.” The crowd roared, and Geo dropped the mic. The techs in the back shot Geo’s music through the speakers, and the crowd was once again screaming the lyrics to “TNT” by AC/DC.

Geo hopped onto the second turn buckle and held his belt out to the crowd once more, and then Magick Man and him climbed out of the ring and walked up to the top of the ramp where they met up with Phoenix Rose and the three of them held their arms out to the crowd. Rose took the belt from Geo and jokingly put it near his waist. Geo grabbed it back and two laughed before making their way back behind the curtain.

Two friends who made it through the hellacious fatal four way will now go up against each other once more… for the same title. Is the gold going to finally tare them apart? And more importantly, is A*Dubbs going to show up again tonight? Looks like you’ll have to scroll down some and see. 

Stephen Adams Vs. Ruben Davis
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"Black and White" by Static X began to blare throughout the arena as Ruben Davis walked out onto the ramp. There was mixture of cheers and boos coming from the fans.

He slowly began to make his way towards the ring. Once reaching the ring, he walked up the stairs and climbed through the ropes in order to await his opponent, one that he nor the fans had ever heard of.

All of a sudden the music switched to "Slither" by Velvet Revolver, and a 6'7, 275 pound man walked out onto the ramp with an enormous grin on his face. One couldn't tell if he was happy or just flat out cocky. There was no real reaction from the fans, which was what was expected for this ACW newcomer.

Stephen Adams slowly but surely started on his way to the ring with sort of an arrogant strut to his step. He reached the ring and slid up on the apron and underneath the bottom rope, but before he was able to get to his feet Ruben Davis had made his first move by starting to lay forearm after forearm to the back of Adams' neck.

The bell rang and the match had officially begun.

Davis continued to lay the forearms to Adams before pulling him to his feet and whipping him into the far turnbuckle. The newcomer, Adams, was already in a bad position as Davis started sprinting at him in the corner. Ruben's big clothesline missed, however, as Adams ducked out of the way and out of the ring. That was probably the best move he could of made until he began to walk back towards the ramp as if he was going to just walk out of this match.

The fans began to boo loudly. They had come here to see a match, not to see some new guy just come and walk out. Hearing the boos, a big grin came across Adams' face as he stopped in his tracks. What was he doing? Did he want to hear the boos from the crowd?

Ruben just stood there in the ring, waiting for the ref to finish the 10 count on Adams.

...Eight. Nine...

Adams slid back into the ring just before the ten count was finished. He was now standing face to face with Ruben.

"Let's do this!" Adams yelled out.

The two men started exchanging blows back and forth. Neither was seeming to get any sort of advantage over the other. The fans were getting annoyed at the lack of action in the match.

The blows continued until Adams hit Davis with a boot to the midsection, followed up with a picture perfect DDT. He went for the cover...

1...2...Ruben kicked out pretty easily.

Adams pulled Ruben to his feet and whipped him into the ropes and hit him with a big swinging neckbreaker on his way back. Adams, supposedly a submission specialist, applied a cobra-clutch to Ruben. The fans enthusiasm was now picking up. Ruben screamed out in pain as Adams applied more and more stress to his back. The ref asked if Ruben wanted to end the match.

"NO!"

Inch by inch, Davis started pulling his way towards the ropes while at same time, trying to free up one of his arms. Adams tried to prevent Ruben from reaching the ropes but was unsuccessful as the ref broke the hold and told Adams to back away. However, the damage was done as Ruben laid on the mat, grimacing in pain.

Adams started strutting around the ring yelling obscenities at the crowd, and he was met with a string of boos from the fans. One fan caught his attention and the two began yelling back and forth at each other with Adams even threatening to come out into the audience and attack the man.

As Adams continued on his tirade with the fan, Ruben had made it to his feet and began walking towards Adams. He tapped Adams on the shoulder, and Stephen, alarmed, turned around only to be met with a big punch to the face. Ruben was showing a good amount of strength even after the cobra-clutch he had just recently been in.

Ruben continued by locking Adams up and executing a belly-to-belly suplex, followed by another, and that followed by one more. Then instead of going for the pin and the win, Ruben climbed up onto one of the turnbuckles, pointed at the fans, and then pointed at Adams fallen body. The fans cheered loudly as it seems that they have taken the side of Mr. Davis. He jumped off the turnbuckle and hit a beautiful leg drop onto the chest of Adams. This time he went for the pin...

1...2...thrrr...Adams got a shoulder up to the amazement of Ruben, the fans, and even the referee.

Ruben started complaining to the ref but the ref was having any of it. Ruben laid a few boots to the face of Adams and went for the cover again, but Adams had grabbed a hold of his right leg and pulled his feet out from under him. Both men were on the ground now, but Ruben was stunned from the fall down to the mat.

Adams quickly rose to his feet and pointed up to the sky. Everyone in the arena looked up but nobody saw anything, but they quickly realized that this was some sort of sign that Adams was going for his finisher, "The Franchiser".

He locked Ruben's legs up and flipped him onto his stomach. The sharpshooter had been applied and locked in. Ruben began to once again scream in pain as you could tell he was still feeling the affects from the cobra-clutch earlier in the match. He quickly tapped out and the ref called for the bell. 

The bell rang...

However, Adams was not releasing the hold. Instead, he continued to apply more and more pressure to Ruben's back. The bell continued to ring and ring over and over again, but Adams refused to release the hold. The fans boos rapidly became louder and louder. The ref came over to try and get Adams off Ruben, but that was the wrong thing to do as Adams finally released the hold only to grab a hold of the ref and throw him out of the ring.

Adams pushed Ruben's body to the side of the ring and asked for a microphone. The ring announcer handed one to him.

"Oh, what a glorious way to start my career off here in ACW! I'd forgotten how sweet the taste of victory can be, and it's only going to get sweeter from here on out."

The fans were somewhat stunned from the arrogance of the ACW newcomer. The boos had stopped but a sort of hate had been instilled in the fans for Adams.

"You'd think I'd be a little rusty after nine months out of wrestling, but I guess when you're this good it doesn't really matter. This was just a sample of what all you people can expect to see week in and week out when "The Natural" makes an appearance on Courage. I'm the future of this company whether you all like it or not. They brought me here to be an "entertainer", but I didn't come out of retirement to come here and entertain you all. I came here to let the world know that Stephen Adams is still one of the premier wrestlers in this industry and that I will not stop until each and everyone of you accept that."

The fans who were just annoyed at Adams, began to boo and yell at him once again.

"Who are you?!?"

A look of anger came across Stephen's face.

"Who am I? How do you not know who I am? Seriously, I'm not going to sit out here and speak the truth when all I get in return is disrespect..."

Stephen threw down the microphone and exited the ring. "Slither" by Velvet Revolver began to play as he made his way towards the backstage area he threw both middle fingers in the air at the fans. The boos erupted as he exited the arena area. Adams exited through the curtain, and down the short flight of steps to the corridor. After his impressive win in his first match in ACW, he was tired, and had the right to be. He showed everyone out there what a great competitor he would be, and that he had everything going for him at that moment...

...and the figure that lurked behind slowly in the shadows behind Adams was extremely irritated by that. Now, if you can remember back to the first two shows of ACW's second coming, you might remember there was a competitor who liked to stalk, liked to make a mystery of himself, and liked to cause turmoil in the mind of his opponents.

If you don't remember, here's a refresher course; and for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, here's an introduction...

"Stephen Adams," whispers a voice in the background. "You think you've got everything going for you? You think you're God almighty, just because you beat someone out in that ring tonight? Well, I hope you believe in yourself, God, because you're going to need to do what your son couldn't do...save yourself from your destiny."

Who could it be? What kind of...creature...could say such things to a force like Adams? Easy.

P A I S T E  S A B A N

The Meductic Maniac was back, and he wasn't going to let anything stop him this time. The Mammoth put him out of commission in the second show of ACW's "revival", breaking multiple ribs, and suffering multiple internal injuries. Paiste's "victim" of choice now...? Stephen Adams.

Adams made his way down the hall, as cheerful as a child in a candy store, unaware of the danger lurking behind him with every step. Stephen finally made it to his dressing room, and walked in.

Shifting through his belongings in his locker, he found a bar of soap, bottle of shampoo, a towel, and a washcloth. The shower was calling his name, and little did he know, he'd need to re-enter that shower later...to clean the blood from his body.

Adams entered the shower, leaving the room in total silence, not aware of the man entering his dressing room...

ENTER ANTI-PACIFIST. 

“Tira Me A Las Arañas” by The Mars Volta began to reverb over the speakers, and as the eerie music started, El Gato Negro stepped out from the back to a chorus of boos. After one week, The Black Cat had already become a bit infamous for his antics in opposition of DarkStar. However, that didn’t stop a giant smile from spreading across those lips beneath that dirty ‘stache of his, as he lifted his arms and roared:

“YOU LOVE ME~!”

The fans, of course, disagreed. Not only did the boos continue, but they even grew steadily louder. EGN bathed in the jeers like a warm bubble bath, and even went as far as to slide into the ring and start humping the mat! 

But, when these words echoed throughout the arena: “DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE, MOTHERFUCKER DIE!” the sexual references from The Escape Artist ceased, and he looked toward the entrance ramp. What he saw stomping down the ramp, with fists held high in the air, was a man that not many could defeat, and not many would.

Vinnie Copeland. 

A barely conceivable smile spread across the Black Cat’s kiss.

As God’s Number Once Source of Visitors stepped through the ropes, El Gato Negro realized what kind of a foe that he was up against. He ran at the brutalist and jumped high, moonsault dropkicking him in the chest. Copeland only stumbled back into the ropes, and once EGN reached his feet he was met with a mighty fist that sent El Gato Negro stumbling back.

The Black Cat regained his composure, and spit right into Vinnie’s face. VC immediately found a well of anger reach its highest inside him, and he went to work on El Gato Negro. Left, right, left, right—the two traded punches but eventually the self proclaimed ratings drawer gained the upper-hand, and sent several right jabs into EGN’s jaw before taking him out with a left.

The Escape Artist hit the mat, and then made his first escape of the night—he got the hell out of there. After Negro slid beneath the ropes and trying to gain some type of breath, Vinnie wasted no time diving through the middle rope and tackling him like a dummy. EGN cried out in pain and before the crowd could even breathe Vinnie was already up on his feet, kicking at the gut of El Gato and making quite a show out of it.

Once Vinnie was finished with his assault on El Gato Negro, he picked him up by the hair of his fro and slid him back into the ring. The Cat quickly reached his feet, if nothing more than out of desperation, and dropkicked Vinnie in the knees. Copeland staggered back, and EGN swiped the feet out from under “The Only Person On Courage That Matters”, taking him down for the first time in the match. The Black Cat slowed the pace down a notch, locking him in the standard sleeper-hold. Vinnie was gasping for breath, but eventually his body began to give up as his limbs fell asleep. Pins and needles began to befall upon Copeland as his lack of air increased, and for a while he didn’t notice that the ref had lifted his hand in the air. Trying as hard as he could, Copeland tried to keep it high, but when the ref dropped it, it fell as limp as the rest of his body. Vinnie cried out for a gasp as El Gato Negro applied even more pressure on the hold, and it was then that Copeland told himself his hand would not drop the second time.

It did.

Vinnie screamed at himself: “Sonofabitch!” he yelled in one word for the one breath he had to spare. It was then that Copeland promised himself and whatever higher being there is, that his hand would not drop the third time. The referee lifted his arm high, which was now almost dead, and let it go…

And though to the viewers at home and in the audience this seemed so cliché, the fact that El Gato Negro had that sleeper-hold locked on so tight and Vinnie still kept his arm lifted is nothing short of spectacular.

El Gato Negro cursed under his breath, before letting Vinnie go and lifting him up by the hair. The Escape Artist placed him in an armbar from behind. Copeland ducked underneath, reversing the hold and applying it onto the original applier. El Gato Negro elbowed Vinnie twice before he finally let go, and then ran into the ropes and back for a cross-body block. Vinnie caught him in the air, walked around for a bit as EGN pleaded for his life, and dropped him with a powerful backbreaker.

And just like that, Vinnie was back in control.

This time, however, Vinnie lifted EGN up and Irish whipped him into the corner. 

It was at this time, though, that Vinnie would make the grave mistake of showboating to the crowd, who wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Of course, the cameras didn’t focus on the showing off. The cameras focused on El Gato Negro removing the top turnbuckle’s extra padding, and tossing it slyly out of the ring.

By the time Vinnie got around to actually taking care of his opponent, the deed had been done seconds ago. He charged at EGN, who used the support of the ropes to lift his legs high and hit Copeland in the head. El Gato Negro took the liberty, of course, to drop toehold Vinnie back into the turnbuckles, slamming his head into the one with removed padding.

As Copeland stumbled backwards a few steps before hitting the ground, El Gato Negro decided to end it. As Vinnie rolled over onto his stomach, it only took EGN a few seconds to apply the Strangle Hold ALPHA.

And try as Vinnie might, it only took him a few seconds to tap out.

As “Tira Me A Las Arañas” hit, and the referee lifted El Gato Negro’s hand (only for El Gato Negro to pull it away and yell: “WHOO~!”, mind you), the crowd sat in dismay.

Perhaps EGN just wouldn’t fade away like they had hoped.

US Championship Match
Geo Vacton Vs. Phoenix Rose
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The crowded arena roared as Phoenix Rose stepped out from behind the curtains.

“PHOOOEEENNNIIIIIIXXXXX RRRROOOOSSSSEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!”

The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena, and Rose steadily walked down to the ring. He slapped the hands of a few members of the crowd, and then rolled on into the ring. He paced around, holding his arms up to the crowd at the sides of the ring. The arena roared as he held his arms up and let pyro shoot up from the turnbuckles. The arena roared, and then it became silent.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, you’re ACW United States Champion!” The arena roared. “GGEEEOOO VACTONNN!!!!”

“’Cos I’m T-N-T… I’m DY-NO-MITE!!!!!!!!!!”

The arena was lit on fire. Geo Vacton ran out from behind the curtain with the United States Championship belt around his waist.

Geo ran from side to side of the entrance ramp. Magick Man stepped out into the arena behind him, and the crowd even roared for him. The arena was about to explode as Geo slid into the ring and held his arms out to the crowd at every corner. The camera flashes were immense. They shot rapidly and even brighter than ever before, or maybe it just seemed that way because it was now being reflected off of the gold around Geo’s waist.

After strutting around the ring with his new title, Geo pulled it off and held it up to the crowd, unleashing even more flashes from the crowd. Geo handed the title to Magick Man, who then exited the ring and laid it down on the announcers table.

Geo leaned against the ropes, and Rose stretched his shoulders out. The two shuck hands, hugged, and slapped each others back. By now the music was off, and the bell rang.

Rose started it off quickly by tying it up with Geo. He whipped him into the ropes, and then attempted to clothes line him but Geo deftly ducked it. He then ran to the ropes, kicked off of the second rope and nailed Rose in the back of the head with an elbow. Rose stumbled back, and Geo capitalized on his situation by knocking him down with a bulldog.

The crowd cheered Geo on as he brought Rose back to his feet, but Rose battled back with lefts and rights aimed at Geo’s chest. Once being able to seize the opportunity he kicked him in the stomach and dropped him with a DDT. Half the crowd cheered and half the crowd booed as Rose locked a Boston crab onto Geo. Geo tried to reach for the ropes, but was unable to reach them and so overpowered Rose and shoved him off of him. Rose stumbled forward, and then Geo quickly climbed to his feet.

Rose ran toward Geo, and then Vacton jumped into the air and knocked the wind out of Rose with a missile drop kick. Rose fell to the mat, and Geo quickly took the advantage by jumping up onto the top rope. He leapt off with an elbow drop, but…

Rose rolled out of the way. Geo hit the mat hard, and held his elbow in pain. Rose was able to take advantage of Geo’s failed maneuver by locking on a headlock on the mat. Geo quickly pressured out of it, but Rose had a few more tricks up his sleeve. As Geo pushed out, Rose grabbed what he had left of Geo’s head and hit a cross cutter. Rose and Geo bounced off the mat.

Rose came back to his feet and picked Geo back up. Geo took a swing at Rose, but Rose quickly blocked it and kicked Geo in the stomach. With Geo slightly bent forward, he grabbed his waist and brought him up into the air. He dropped him onto the mat with a sit out power bomb, and then went for the first pinfall of the night.

One!

Two!

Geo got a shoulder up. He wouldn’t be the champion if he went down this early in the night, but both men were showing some great athleticism. It was obvious that Rose wanted to win the title, just as bad as Geo wanted to keep it.

Geo and Rose climbed back to their feet. They locked up and Rose succeeded in bringing Geo up into the air with a vertical suplex. Geo held his lower back after the move, and rolled to the side of the ring. Rose stepped over to Geo and picked him up. He gave him a chop across the chest, and then kneed him in the stomach. Assuming he had the upper hand, he Irish whipped Geo into the opposing ropes. Geo reversed it, and send Rose across the ring. On the return, Geo bent over and sent Rose out of the ring with a back body drop. Geo capitalized on the situation by running to the opposite ropes to gain speed, and then leaping over the top rope with a beautiful splash landing right on top of Rose.

The referee began to make a ten count, shouting out “One! Two!” in that order.

Geo was the first to come to his feet, and he rolled back into the ring. He was still hurting from earlier in the match, and hell just from the pain he’s endured over the last few weeks in ACW. He was simply playing it safe. The last thing he wanted was to be tossed into the steel steps to thrown into the crowd.

Rose came back to his feet and slid back into the ring. The referee thus ended the count. Rose stood up, and Geo was prepared to again disable Rose. He shot a beautiful super kick… The only problem was he didn’t hit Rose… Phoenix, being the veteran that he is and knowing so much about Geo’s style in the ring, ducked the kick. Unfortunately for the referee, he happened to be standing behind Rose and he caught Geo’s heel.

Geo huddled over to the referee, slapping his face and trying to get him to come to but Geo’s kick is pretty super, and that referee ain’t used to being the one getting hit. He was out like a light.

Some might call it dirty, cheap or tricky to hit someone when they’re checking on the ref, but then again you’re kinda setting yourself for something like that. Rose grabbed Geo and sent him into the turnbuckles. He mounted on top of Geo, and began nailing him in the skull with punches. The crowd began to count.

One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
HOLY SHIT!!!
BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

From out of no where, A*Dubbs appeared behind Rose in the ring!!! He had a chair with him, and struck Rose hard across the back. Rose spun around to find Dubbs. He looked startled, but soon found himself trying desperately to fight back and Dubbs nailed him with punches to the skull. Dubbs smacked Rose across the head with the chair, and then tossed him into the turnbuckles to the left of Geo, who by the way was stumbling forward. Dubbs dropped Rose to the mat with kicks to the stomach, and then tossed the chair onto his skull.

Dubbs backed up across the ring, and then ran toward Rose. He front flipped into the air about a quarter of the way across the ring in the last stretch and impaled his boots into the chair with a drop kick. Rose was out.

Geo stumbled into the center of the ring, obviously confused… Shouldn’t he be going after Geo?

Dubbs picked up Rose and tossed him to Geo’s feet. Geo looked down at Rose, incredibly confused. Dubbs held the hair in his hand and ordered Geo to pin rose.

“Pin ‘m, bitch!! Pin ‘m!!”

Geo raised an eyebrow, but nowhere near as cool as The Rock’s.

“Pin the bitch, nucka!!”

Geo shuck his head. There was no way he was gonna pin Rose. He wasn’t gonna win the match this way.

“Shit no.”

“No? Fine then.” Dubbs charged at Geo with the chair, and nearly cracked it over his skull. Geo fell backwards, and Dubbs then dropped the chair onto Geo’s head and jumped on it. With both of them out, Dubbs dragged Geo and tossed him onto Rose.

Dubbs pulled the referee over, and shuck him wildly until he eventually came to and made the count…

One…

Two….

Jesus Christ…

Three.

“Yeeeeaaahhh!!!!” Dubbs smiled, kicked Geo in the back and then left the ring… Not before raising his arm out to the crowd, which booed him severely.

What the hell? The bell rang, and Geo was announced as the winner of the match… His music rang out, but he and Rose both remained motionless. When Rose finally came to his feet, he seemed very confused…

And so was everyone else.

Why did Dubbs help Geo win?

What did he have to gain?

And why is Geo always such a Goddamn good guy? He checks on refs… Wont take an underserved win… He’s mos def going to heaven.